After several hours of staring at the walls in my room, I decide to try and visit with her again. Perhaps this time she won’t throw things at me. Or things could take a turn for the worse. One never knows with her.
As I sit here scratching my neck, I walk to her room before I figure out what to say to her. When I arrive, I unlock it and cautiously enter because it is too quiet. I was wise to hesitate, because over the next few minutes, I am pummeled by a teenager’s fists on my arm and side. This discourages me from doing anything for her. Hell, at this point I don’t even want to see her face.
She screams, “I hate you! Everyone must be looking for me and you won’t let me go home. My parent’s probably think I am dead!” Now her face is so red that she looks like she could instantaneously combust.
I don’t know how, but she has this tendency of making me so mad that I want to pull her pants down and spank her. Maybe that would teach her a lesson. Shaking my head, I push her away and demand, “You will stop right now!” At the top of my lungs.
My voice booms throughout the room and I must scare her because she immediately backs off and scurries over to the bed. As she sits down on it, I watch while she lowers her head because she knows she did something wrong, I can just tell.
But me hurt her? Nah. How could I ever do that to her? Sure, I might spank her but never really hurt her.
Now that I think about it, I might even get some enjoyment out of smacking that soft little butt of hers. Not to mention, when she cries than I can console her, and I would be able to hold her for a while. With those thoughts running through my head, I gaze over at her and start longing to caress her soft skin that smells like a spring day.
I don’t know how, but she always smells like flowers. Spring flowers. If I would have been cooped up in this room for days on end, I can tell you right now I wouldn’t smell like flowers. There is definitely something different about her and it makes me want to take a bite right out of her.
Instead, I stand here scaring her and it doesn’t serve me in any way to keep this up. Strolling over to the bed, which by the way she is now lying on, I find myself wondering something. How are we going to ever get over this hill? It seems unsurmountable.
The minute I reach the edge of the bed, she curls up into an even tighter ball so I can’t hurt her. Like she would if I were a bear or something. I guess that is fair given that I really am a predator and could kill her in a matter of seconds. Being that said, I need to go about this a different way.
I crouch down to eye level with her and then say softly, “Arabella, I’m sorry I scared you. That was the furthest thing from my mind. You just startled me and when someone does that, I lash out. You should be lucky I did it with my voice and not my claws. That says something. I really like you.”
The hurt in her eyes lets me know that she has been in this room far too long by herself. She needs someone here with her. At that moment, I make up my mind that I am staying in here the rest of the day with her and the night too. Even if she hates me in the morning, I don’t care.
Still in the crouching position, I lean closer to her and then eventually she allows me to sit on the bed next to her. It is a small victory but at least it is something. I can only thank the goddess for this hellish union in the first place.
If I had known that she would be this much trouble, I would have just gone the rest of my life without a mate. I mean it isn’t exactly like I mated anyone before that much anyways. Maybe once in 2 years?
My sister has always been on me about getting a mate so I could have an heir, but I just never found anyone that appealed to me like Arabella does. What’s even better is the sheer fact that it feels like fate. Why else would I be so stuck on her from the minute I set eyes on her?
It was like all the planets aligned and the goddess personally blessed our union. How rare is that? I know my father had always talked about when he met my mother, as if it was some special once in a lifetime thing.
As a small kid, I thought he was just full of shit, but then later before they died, I started to see it more and more. How they would look at each other just a certain way. My dad would linger when he touched her. It reminds me of when I briefly touch Arabella, I can’t seem to get enough, and I always want more.
While I am in my own little world, she uncurls from her tight ball and starts to loosen up around me. Could she actually be getting used to me? Did I finally do something right?
I snake my arm around her stomach and pull her to me while expecting protest. When she doesn’t, I am completely surprised by it. I sigh quietly, because her skin feels exactly the same way as I remembered it from the last time, I was able to touch her before this all started.
If I had all this to do over again, I wouldn’t have ever brought her to the castle on our first date. I would have taken her somewhere and gained her trust before telling her about our kind. Then hopefully she would have seen that we don’t have to be as scary as all the movies make us out to be.
But of course, I fucked it all up and now, well now things are less than satisfactory even on a good day. So, as I sit here with my arm around her waist, I relish the thought of sleeping in the same room with her tonight. Who knows, she might even let me snuggle up behind her and sleep that way.
As I think through this whole situation to myself, I know damn well I am sporting a huge grin because this girl has that effect on me. Just touching her arm makes me think of all kinds of things I can do to her. After a few minutes, I move closer to her and lie down.
When she doesn’t immediately shrink away from me, I take it as a good sign and wrap my other arm around her before snuggling into her backside. With my nose in her silky hair, I smell that scent I always smell around her. This is where it is coming from. It must be some kind of conditioner or something.
All I know, is after several minutes of lying here and feeling her soft body next to mine, we both nap. Or so I initially had thought. What I didn’t count on was the fact when I woke up, I would find her gone and nowhere to be found. This one is smart. She has tricked me and now I have no idea where she is.