12- Theon

The moment I had realized that she had left the mall, I could swear that my heart raced faster than I ever remember it being. I wanted to kill everyone in my sight because they had dared lose sight of her. Solaris was human for fuck's sake. There was no way you wouldn't see her and not know that.

After my outburst at her, I had decided that perhaps, I needed to take some time away from her. I was still very sore from the fact that there was someone else that saw her importance like I did, and I hated it. Plus, when she kept mentioning school, it only cemented the fact that she wanted to see this person again, whoever he was. So I was willing to take her home and go back to work. Stay away from her even if the thought displeases me.

And she fucking ran away.

I know of stories where humans ran from vampires because they hated them and that was the same I thought at that moment. Did she hate me? I hadn't realized how much I had pushed her because all I wanted was to keep her safe but how can I do that when she clearly has her resilience and stubbornness?

When I left the mall, I searched for her heartbeat. I knew it like I knew a symphony. Her heart made soft rhythms like a ballad, and it gave me great joy to listen to it but the moment I stepped out, all I could hear was a cacophony of noise. Just… Pure noise that upset me in ways that kept driving me mad.

Why were they so many humans in France? Why couldn't I fucking hear hers? How far had she bloody gone? Anyone could hurt her. The Ancients. People who realized that she was dressed extravagantly and held no mark to show she belonged to someone. Humans because they detested vampire pets more than anything else.

I wanted to kill everything in my sight so I could find hers, silence them but I knew it would only put more attention on us more than I wanted so I tried my hardest to focus on hers the best I could, and when I did find her, it was quite easy to lose the last bit of sanity I held in me.

The scent of the Royal was around hers.

It wasn't his, but his servant. I wanted to ask how they had found us but the thought that he dared be this close to her even when she was with me had me killing him before I thought twice of it and Solaris… She knew I would come find her and even knew I was late. That I should have found her sooner, and she was right.

What if it was someone more dangerous? I have many enemies, what if they took her? What if I didn't find her quickly? The panic and hate that had filled me when I couldn't see her in my immediate line of sight made it clear that I wouldn't easily adapt to her death. Not unless the whole world paid for it.

"You're quiet." She is seated inside a hot tub filled with rose petals and it's scent, her head at one end while my hands massaged her feet at the other. It was truly surprising how she had not noticed the bruises and swollen heel she had from walking barefoot till we came back here. Not that I am surprised. My only thought is to keep her warm. And alive.

"I'm thinking of ways to lock you up so you never leave me again." I say. Her feet are small, and soft. There's a daintiness to it that she generally doesn't bear. I suppose it's another physical feature of hers that I find quite adoring now.

She stays quiet for the first few seconds but I can still sense her looking at me. Her green eyes are piercing today, trying to read me but I don't let anything out. Do I feel like I have forgiven her for her madness? No. Should I chain her down? Yes. Do I find her defiance hot and I wish to punish her by fucking sense into her head? Most definitely.

Which makes it obvious that it is something I should stray away from.

"Come in," She says and pulls her legs away. I let out a sigh as I turn to look at her but her face is still expressionless as she repeats her statement, "Come in. I want you to smell like roses too."

Vampires do not engage in hot tubs because there is no need for us to torture our sensitive skins with such but what do I do? I rise from the stool, still wearing my tank top and pants then slide into the tub and stay at the other end.

I keep my hands on the run as I stare at her now. My hair's covering my face but I lack the strength to push it away as I say, "Now, what?"

Solaris doesn't answer, not immediately. Instead, she keeps looking at me then slowly, buries half face into the water before crawling towards me. Since the water has a milky state to it, I can't see her naked body through it, not that I mind as I keep my focus on her face.

When she gets close enough, she's kneeling in between my legs and rises up. The water is still covering her chest region and water drops from her chin as she asks quietly, "You need to feed. You haven't properly all day."

"You speak like you actually care about me," I say, staring at her and hoping that she would say she does, even the slightest but she doesn't. Instead, her hand slides up my body, creating more heat than the water in the tub itself. She's being slow, like she's counting every ridge and curve on my body.

Studying all of it.

In a flash, I pull her to my body while using one hand to pin both of hers to her back then wrap my other hand around her neck. It is taking all my willpower not to tighten my grip so I can see some sort of emotion in her eyes, even though it might be a negative one compared to the empty one I look at her now but I don't, instead I ask, "You know nothing of personal space and bear no fear whatsoever. Is this how you are with other men? Seducing them with this innocent act of yours?"

I know that my last question is untrue. It is obvious even to me that Solaris has no idea that what she does is causing me to go insane. All she's doing is following what comes to her head, on instinct. To rile me, and it's working.

"You're only fun when you're not grumpy like this," She says, "You're thinking too much. It's making your old age more obvious."

This isn't funny but I can't help the chuckle that leaves my lips at how serious she sounds. Never has anyone made my age sound so… Judgemental. Still, my body instantly relaxes at them. "Then fix it. You are the one who ruined my mood in the first ok,little fox."

She stares, and the silence between us is filled with tension. I wait to see what she would do, if she would call off my bluff but she doesn't. Instead, she digs her teeth into the cut on her lip, opening it deeper than I did then leans down and kisses me.

She is slow, gentle, like she's trying to replicate my kisses the way she knows best. She's sucking on my upper lip, leaving her lower lips in my mouth so her blood can touch my tongue and the taste— Her taste is a drug to me. Every unpleasant emotion vanishes into thin air as pleasure hits every core of my being. My hand on her neck slowly begins to slide down her wet skin, enjoying how she's panting softly in my mouth before I kiss her back again, this time pulling her closer to my body.

The second her erect nipples rest on my chest, a tingle spreads up my leg and my cock rises again but I don't stop right now, I can't. I press her even closer, making sure she doesn't touch me as my hand moves into her hair. I groan softly into her lips as I bury myself in its thickness and enjoy its texture till she suddenly digs her teeth into mine.

It's not hard enough to break skin but the sudden reaction has me instantly groaning louder as my cock pushes itself as hard as possible through my pants. My grip on her hair tightens as I yank her head back, ignoring her tiny help as I move to her breasts and dig my fangs into her nipple.

"Oh, fuck." She breathes out. It's the first time I hear her curse but I don't stop. I keep my eyes on her face as I flicker my tongue around the cut, enjoying how her face keeps filling with emotions that only I can cause.

In one swift move, I raise her from her knees and position her in a sitting position right above my cock and pull my lips away from her breast. A disappointed groan leaves hers as she stares at me through half lidded eyes. My grip on her hair still keeps her head bent backwards but I see the neediness in them clearly as I say, "Grind your pussy on my cock."

"L-Let me touch you," Everything she says comes out in a hungry breath and it's not enough to feed the hunger for her inside me. I want to rip her apart and be the only one to fix her. I want her to realize that no one else could possibly want her as much as I do. "Let me—"

My hand comes hard on her ass and she shudders against me, her body reverberating as she shakes. I grab her wrists again and keep them behind her as a drunk expression fills her face. I wait for a complaint but none comes.

Chuckling, I bring her face closer to mine while I whisper in her ear, "You talk like you hold any power when in truth all you wish to do is be put in your place, isn't it? That is why you upset me. You want this, don't you?" She doesn't answer but I don't need her answer. Her heart tells me all I need to know and her blood… It's calling out to me, telling me not to stop.

"Move." I whisper into her ear.

It takes a while but she does. Her hips go back and forth, confused at first but eventually, she gets the hang of it. Her nipples rub over my chest as she slides upward, her soft moans traveling through each pore in my body. I can feel her moving, trying to turn so she can kiss me again but I keep my hands on the back of my head, forcing her down.

"Stay." I order and she obeys, a low sound of protest coming out of her mouth though she says nothing else as her movements grow faster, needier. It's only a miracle keeping me from thrusting my cock into her right now, especially with how unashamed she's riding me.

There's a sexiness to it, how she's so focused on how good it feels and how attuned she is to her body, and her moans… They do something to me, I don't know what it is yet but I want to keep hearing her dissolve into this state in response to me.

"How does it feel?" I whisper softly.

She's breathing hard, her body shivering on mine as she stutters, "G-Good. Really— R-Really good— Ah!" She chokes as my hand wraps around her neck and squeezes it, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she stares at me, her body trying to fight me off but she can't.

"Remember this next time when you try to run away," My voice is low and menacing, feeding from the fear that's rolling off her body. "No one else can make you feel like this except me and if you try to do this with someone else, I will make sure I rip them apart limb by limb right in front of you till you realize that I own you. Now, and even after you die. I will find you again when you reincarnate again and again."

After I say those words, I push her back. I try my hardest not to put force in my movements but when her back slams at the other end of the tub, she gasps, her body curling from the pain as her face twists.

I push down the urge I feel to pull her into my arms and apologize then walk out of the tub. Water drips all over the floor as I come out but I don't waste any time drying it off as I walk out of the bathroom, slamming the door in the process.