THOSE EYES

CHAPTER 5 - The creature

"It's because?" I asked. Tom blushed and looked away from me.

"Can you please tell me already?" I demanded.

"I won't tell you, so stop pressing it and get dressed," he angrily said.

I crossed my arms and spoke confidently: "No, I won't."

He glared at me and repeated: "Get-dressed-now!"

"I won't until you tell me what happened between you and me a couple of minutes ago," I said without flinching.

Tom approached me and leaned down. With his face inches from mine, he spoke: "I told you that I don't want to be the bad guy, so be a good little girl and get dressed, or I will."

I leaned closer and spoke firmly: "And don't take orders from people who don't answer my questions."

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me in front of the mirror, and showed me the mark on my neck: "This happened earlier! Now get dressed, before ..."

"Before what?!" I shouted at him. He sighed and let go of my hand: "Before I attack you."

I looked surprised at him and asked: "Attack me?"

Tom sighed and sat down on the sofa near the mirror and gestured to me to sit next to him.

"This situation is a little bit complicated. Now you belong to and at the same time to your boss. The mark represents a sign of ownership, and many divine creatures like to show it off in different ways. Those two marks on your body mean that you respond only to us and nobody else and vice versa because we are mates now."

I looked surprised at him and repeated: "Ownership ... Show it off ... Respond only ... What do you mean by all that?"

He sighed and crossed his legs. "We own you, and you will own us. It's simply put like that."

"Okay, I got that, but I still don't understand how you or I can own a person. It's not like we are in the period of antiquity. We are human and not animals."

Tom looked at me and eyed me from head to toes. Then he spoke: "The problem is that we are not humans but divine creatures. We have some primordial gene in us that makes us protect the one we mark. Plus, we can smell the emotions of the one we mark. For example, if you are sad, we can smell that."

I didn't know what to say. I was shocked to my core.

I don't want to respond to them in any way, shape or form.

"Hey, hey, look at me, don't cry," he said. Tom broke my train of thought. Then he gently cupped my cheek and looked into my eyes with a warm smile.

"Do you hear me, don't cry," he said.

He slid his thumb under my eye and showed me my tears. The next thing he did surprise me. He licked my tear off his finger and growled.

"Don't lick it!" I shouted. Tom slid his thumb under my other eye and licked it.

"I told you not to lick it!" I shouted again.

He hugged me and whispered into my ear: "Don't cry. Believe it or not, but human tears are a specimen among divine creatures and the last time I ate them was at the start of the last century."

I tried to push him away and shouted: "So what! Let me go!"

He pulled me closer and spoke in a calm voice: "I know it's not a valid excuse, but yours are the sweetest I have ever eaten. If you need to let your emotions out. Just cry, and let me eat them. I will eat all your tears and take the pain away."

Tom licked the trail of my tears off. I put my hand on his shoulders and spoke: "You ... wait ..."

Tom was again in his divine form when he spoke: "This is what I was talking about earlier. I react to you, and you react to me, especially when we make physical contact like this."