He concentrated on what he was doing to her, and pushed down the need to cum.
“Nooo,” she screamed in frustration. “Please don’t stop.”
Smack
“Will you promise to listen to me from now on and not give me anymore trouble?” he asked.
Smack
“Answer, Elizabeth.”
“Yes, yes, I promise,” she wailed.
Smack—Smack
He rubbed her through her jeans in more earnest now, wanting to make her come apart in his arms, planning to strip the damn barriers away and impale her with his cock before she’d even come down from her orgasm.
Up and down he ran his fingers, pushing on her clit and circling it, until that was where he centered most of his attention. She mewled and moaned, begging him not to stop.
Smack
He spanked her, knowing the burning from the smack would intensify the pleasure.
He rubbed her clit, pushed on it hard and she suddenly exploded on his lap, screaming his name. He watched in stunned awe as her back bowed and her head flew back, her sweet voice singing his name.
Before he had a chance to follow through with his plan of stripping her and fucking her thoroughly, she flipped off his lap and landed on her butt on the floor in front of him. She scowled up at him, breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes burning with anger.
“There, are you happy now?” she spat out. “You’ve humiliated me again. You should be proud.”
He saw the glimmer of her tears before she turned her face away, jumping to her feet and running out of the room.
“I wasn’t trying to humiliate you,” he whispered to himself, his heart twisting in his chest.
What a mess he’d made of things. He should’ve done everything differently from the very beginning and then he would have already been with her. He wouldn’t have her fighting him at every turn.
Cole looked down at his lap and noticed that he had lost control too when she had climaxed, and he had cum all over himself again. Three damn orgasms now and none of them where they should be.
He got up and went to the bathroom to clean himself off in the sink. The cold water would do him good and cool his blood a bit, and then maybe he could think straight enough to come up with a plan to win Elizabeth.
Chapter Seven
Liz had nowhere to run when she ran out of the bedroom after Cole had spanked her and humiliated her by bringing her to orgasm during the punishment. She sat in the living room until he came out of the bedroom, dressed, and then just stared at the fire in the fireplace, refusing to look at him, as he did something in the kitchen.
He said nothing to her and she continuously heard the sound of banging pots on the stove and water running. After an eternity of fighting it, Liz’s curiosity got the better of her and she turned to look at him as he walked out of the bedroom with a large pot in his hand.
“I have filled the bath tub with water for you, and it should be the right temperature for you to bathe,” he stated before turning to put the pot back in the kitchen.
Liz didn’t miss the look of sadness on his face before he turned away, and something ate at her gut, making her want to apologize for her behavior, even if she didn’t know why.
He was the one who’d been rejecting her all along, and now that he got a taste of how it felt to be bitten by a vampire, he wanted her. She hated being used because a vampire’s bite gave off some hormone that made the donor climax. Many of her boyfriends had just been around for that alone and could have cared less about her.
She looked down at her still tattered, torn, and bloody clothes, and decided that it would be nice just to wipe all this stench and grime off her. She got up and quickly entered the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
*****
Cole watched her as she ran off into the bedroom and wanted to chase after her, but just stood there. He had really hurt her with his actions, and now he had to find some way to make up for them.
As he had been filling the tub, he thought back on their argument and remembered how she mentioned him being with Belinda a couple of nights ago. He thought about how he’d run out on her when she’d been flirting with him that night, just to run to Belinda and squash the raging lust he felt for Elizabeth. How Elizabeth reacted when she had caught him bathing the scent of Belinda off him, and of Elizabeth’s jealousy when he mentioned that Belinda was the mother to some of his kit.
Now that he thought back on it, he remembered seeing the hurt in her eyes and the look of dejection when she pointed out he’d said he would never screw a bag of bones. He had seen the same look many times before, when arguing with Elizabeth, and had chosen to ignore it because it made him feel guilty.
He had tried so hard to push her away, in order to save his heart, and now realized that it didn’t matter how hard he pushed, his heart was already in her hands. Now, he just had to figure out a way to show her that and make sure she didn’t leave him, taking his heart with her.
He went out to the freezer in the garage and grabbed some frozen rabbit and canned vegetables. Then, he went back in the cottage and put the rabbit in a big pot of water to boil and set about preparing the vegetables.
He didn’t have a clue as to how he would convince Elizabeth his feelings for her were genuine, but he would work hard to show her that he cared and would try really hard not to rise to the occasion when she tried to pick fights with him anymore. Not that she was the only one who picked the fights. Cole acknowledged his part in those fights, and that was why he was going to work hard to make up for it.
*****
Liz must have soaked for a couple of hours in the bath. After pulling all of her clothes off and trashing them, she realized that she wasn’t really that grimy underneath. However, she still washed her hair and scrubbed her body extra hard, trying to remove the imaginary filth that she could feel but not see.
She felt dirty because she’d actually liked it when Cole had put her over his knee and spanked her. It felt so wrong because she’d actually had the best orgasm of her life just from him smacking her ass and rubbing her clit.
She didn’t know if it was because he was her destined mate, or because she was dark and twisted, but her body hummed with the possibility of him doing it again. Part of her wanted to pick a fight with him just to see if he would.
She remembered the look he gave her before she had come into the bathroom, slamming the bedroom door behind her. It was one of remorse, regret, and sadness. He looked defeated.
She still didn’t believe that he really wanted her. He’d fought their mating bond since the first moment they met. Hell, he had even run to another woman to get his rocks off, instead of staying and trying to make it work with her.
After seeing Belinda, she knew that she wasn’t Cole’s type. He probably saw her as weak and incompetent, it didn’t matter that vampires were among the strongest in the world, she looked too small and fragile. A bag of bones, as he called her.
She looked down her body where she lay in the tub. Sure, she was thin, but she wasn’t a beanpole, as most models tend to be. She had largish breasts, wide round hips, a bubbly butt, and thighs that were once thicker than she would have liked. Now, she wondered if they weren’t thick enough.
Liz splashed the water. Why was she worried about wanting to change herself for that man? If he didn’t like her the way she was, then he could just go to hell. She didn’t need a mate. She didn’t even want a mate anymore. She just wanted to be left alone and in peace, somewhere far away from everything.
She thought back on when she was a girl and she would sneak off to the pond in the woods on her parent’s property. She would hide out there for hours, just imagining what it would be like to live there, and never have to deal with anyone or anything again.
She could do what she wished and not have to worry about being judged for it. She wouldn’t have to look pretty and perfect all the time and would be able to get herself dirty as much as she wanted to.
If things had been different between her and Cole, she might have had a chance at regaining those peaceful and happy feelings, but that just wasn’t going to happen. He didn’t want her, and even though he was her destined mate, she didn’t want to stick around where she wasn’t wanted.
Her eyes stung with tears when she thought about Cole’s rejection. Why did she care so much? If he could care less whether the mother of his own children lived or died, why would he give a damn about her?
She decided that she needed to tell Cole that she wanted to leave. She didn’t care that someone was out to kill her. She would fend for herself and if they killed her, they killed her. Maybe it would be better to be dead than to feel the pain of being rejected by your destined mate.
She climbed out of the tub, even though the water was still lukewarm, she just couldn’t sit there any long. She pulled the plug and hoped that Cole at least had a drainage system for it.
After drying off, she put on a matching set of white lace bra and panties, dressed in a new pair of jeans, these ones her favorite boot cut baggy jeans. They fit her perfectly and didn’t cut into her stomach like a lot of her jeans did. She put on a t-shirt, then her Stanford alumni sweatshirt, and found a thick pair of wooly socks to put on her feet.
She brushed her wet hair and brushed her teeth, and then decided that she was ready to go out and tell Cole she wanted to leave.
However, when she opened the bedroom door the succulent smell of cooked meat, vegetables, and fresh baked bread reached her nose and her stomach growled. She looked over at the dining room table to see it was dressed with nice plates and cutlery, and there were wine glasses filled with red wine sitting behind each plate.
Cole came over to the table and placed bowls of stew on top of the plates then turned to her, pulling out a chair for her to sit in.
“Please, Elizabeth, have a seat,” he said, while he gestured with his hands to the chair, and Liz just stared at him, wondering what he was up to.
He looked hurt for a moment, and then backed away from the chair and sat in the other one across from hers.
“I’m not going to attack you, Elizabeth,” he stated gruffly. “I just want you to sit and eat.”
She took the few steps over to the table and sat, gingerly, in the seat. She hadn’t realized how badly her butt cheeks hurt while she was in the tub, but the hard chair really brought that back for her.
*****
Cole saw the look of physical pain run across her face as she sat down opposite him, and winced. It was his fault she was having such a hard time sitting. He’d lost control and punished her too hard when he spanked her. If she would only let him, he would take her back to bed after dinner and rub some aloe into her sore cheeks to relieve the burning.
She looked absolutely beautiful now that she had a chance to take a bath and get all the dirt of the last few days off her, not that she didn’t usually look beautiful. However, right now she looked soft and sweet, nothing like the slinky little supermodel he had first met.
Her golden blonde hair was piled in a hair clip, and her face didn’t have an ounce of make up on it, so he could see the rosiness of her cheeks, and the deep pink of her soft pouty lips. She wore a pink sweatshirt with “Stanford chick” written across it, and low hip hugging boot cut jeans, that didn’t look as if they were painted on her legs. She just looked natural.
She also smelled wonderful, her natural flowery scent floating over the scent of the rabbit and vegetable stew. Honeysuckle and lilacs reached his nose and made him want to inhale deeply and never let the scent go.
She speared some of the rabbit meat with her fork and brought it to her mouth, where Cole watched as her lips wrapped around the fork tongs and her eyes closed, while she tasted the food and moaned. His cock hurt just watching her, and he couldn’t help but picture the same image, but with his cock in her mouth and not the fork.
After chewing she opened her eyes and looked at him, “Why aren’t you eating?”
Cole coughed, realizing he had just been watching her the entire time, “Oh, I’m sorry, I was just thinking.” He lied.
“Oh,” she said before she picked up her wine glass and took a large gulp, trying to hide the glow of embarrassment on her cheeks.
Cole stabbed into his food and ate a large bite, trying not to look at her anymore while he ate. He knew if he looked up and saw the same scene of her eating again, he would probably just reach across the table and take her right there and then.
“Cole, I need to leave,” she blurted out, and Cole almost choked on the rabbit meat he was swallowing.
“Excuse me?” he asked.
“I need to leave. I can’t stay here anymore, it’s just not working,” she explained.
“No,” he barked, and then tried to change his tone when he saw the indignation on her face. “There is someone out there trying to kill you, Elizabeth. It is best you stay here with me, where I can keep you safe.”
“I can’t do this anymore, Cole,” she pouted. “I can’t continue to fight with you all the time. I feel like I would rather take my chances with whoever wants me dead.”
“Do you know who Dorian Czernobog is?” Cole asked, watching her expressions carefully.
Recognition passed her face and then sheer annoyance, “Yes, I know him.”
“Who is he to you, Elizabeth?” he grilled.
“An old boyfriend who couldn’t get it clear in his head, that I didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. Why?” she answered.
Cole automatically wanted to tear the man apart. “Because he is the one who hired me to kill you,” he replied, not giving it to her lightly.
She gasped, her eyes growing wide, “Why would Dorian do that?”
“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?” Cole could feel his blood beginning to boil.
“I-I don’t know. All we did was date for a little while and then he started getting a bit clingy. He was trying to get me to marry him and I told him no, I was waiting for my destined mate and refused to hurt him like that, when that person came along. He acted as if he understood,” she explained.
Cole’s gut clenched thinking about her being taken away from him when her mate did come along. He thought, he could just kill the bastard before he had a chance to steal her from him, but then realized she’d probably hate him for it.
“Well, apparently he didn’t understand and decided to hire someone to kill you for breaking his heart,” Cole replied, thinking that he might want to kill her too, if she really did try to leave him.
“Hardly,” she snorted. “Dorian had so many women on the side, it was ridiculous. He only wanted me for my daddy’s name and that is it.”
“David Hunt?” Cole asked, the pieces finally falling into place.
“Yes,” she answered.
“You do know that Dorian is an Elder to one of the biggest clans in Russia,” he stated more than asked. “He’s probably already got someone else after you, since I haven’t reported back to him, and as soon as you leave you will be dead.”
“Well, I think I would rather take my chances with Dorian than be toyed around with by you,” she snapped.
“What is that supposed to mean?” his voice rising.
“You know exactly what it means. One minute you are disgusted by me and the next you are all over me. You are yanking my emotions around like a yo-yo and I am tired of feeling hurt,” she yelled back, tears streaming down her face.
Cole swallowed around nothing as he felt his heart lurch in his chest. It was just as he’d expected and he had really messed everything up between them. Now she wanted to leave and it looked as if he’d lost his chance to fix it.
“I’m sorry, Elizabeth,” he responded hoarsely. “I have never found you disgusting and should’ve never said the
things I said to you.”
She wouldn’t meet his eyes, she just sat there staring down at her food, so he got up and rounded the table, pushed her chair back to kneel in front of her, and force her to look at him.
“Elizabeth, I know I’ve hurt you, and I’m sorry,” he insisted. “You’re right, I have been pushing you away, but it’s not because I think you’re disgusting or don’t want you. You’re all that I want.”
“U-huh,” she snorted. “Is that why you ran off to fuck that Belinda chick that tried to kill me the other night?”
Cole swallowed the lump of guilt down again, “I didn’t have sex with her.”
“You’re a liar. I smelled her all over you,” she accused.
“I tried damn it,” Cole admitted. “I tried to have sex with her in order to stop myself from wanting you, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About how different she was from you and how wrong it felt to be with her. She probably came here the other day looking for me because I left her lying on the ground, while I ran home to you.”
Disbelief passed across her face, “Cole, I don’t know if I should believe you. You have been telling me that you don’t want me since we first met and now you are saying you were lying.”
He took her hand as he squatted in front of her, “Elizabeth, I have been fighting how I feel for you because I don’t just want to have sex with you. I want to make love to you. I want to keep you with me forever and never let you go, and that scares the shit out of me because our kind aren’t supposed to be like that. I watched my father go through hell, when my mother died because he kept her as his wife instead of, just walking away after mating. He lived for 18 years after she died in misery and I don’t want to go through the same thing.”
“But I’m immortal, I can only die if someone chops off my head or drains me,” she argued.
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