AT YOUR MERCY

24. Roadtrip With Hostility

The car was moving fast, the small country roads of Sweden had clearly marked the speedlimit, and I am pretty sure Stefan is going at least twice that. David has his arm securely around me, and had pulled one of my arms into his lap. He is quietly drawing little lines on the inside of my wrist, and from time to time he gently graces my mark with his hand other, instantly making me calm down.

My anger over everything that has happened since I met him in that sidestreet had been brewing for half an hour now. I was furious that he had crossed the only boundary I had actually set. I did not want him to bite me.

Had I not been as affected by his scent, I would defidently have set more boundaries.

As my thoughts on the matter jumbled I could not contain the anger anymore.

"You bit me..." I said lowly, not wishing to bring Stefan into the conversation.

My head were currently resting on his shoulder and I kept my gaze downward, not wanting to look at him.

He let out a small sigh and I saw his hand rise to caress the mark once again. I quickly turned my head and bent my neck to hide it from his touch.

"Don't touch it." I hissed lowly. "Why did you bite me? It was the only thing I asked you not to." My voice were low and calm, but I felt the storm roaring in my head.

He let out a shaky breath before he gently wrapped his hand around my arm squeezing it lightly.

"I am so sorry Darling, I really tried to stop it, but I couldn't pull him back." He whispered back. Him?

"Him?" I heard my involuntary question leave my lips, apparently this urge to ask any and all questions i had weren't gone just because the haze of his scent had subsided.

"My wolf, Elinor. He is the primal part of my consience, almost a completely different person. When he is overwhelmed, he can completely take over from me." I felt David turn his head and press his lips to the top of my head. I slowly relaxed my neck and rested my head back on his shoulder.

"To him it is absolutely unthinkable that you wouldn't want my mark. He doesn't understand that your behaviour were heavily affected by my scent before." David tries to reason.

I just glenched my jaw instead of responding, it bothered me how I was somehow accepting all of this to just be natural.

"How can you just make me fall asleep, by telling me to?" I suddenly remembered him doing that severeal times.

"Oh... It's complicated... My mom is not a werewolf. She is something else, something that can enchant others with their words..." He said mysteriously. I furrowed my brows still confused. Beforr I could indulge further on the matter another question popped into my mind, and yet again i could do nothing to stop it from leaving my lips.

"What did you mean, when you said "a Swede crossed the ice"?" I remembered his cryptic message the day we crossed the bridge to Sweden.

Stefan chuckled in the front seat. David sent him a look before answering.

"It is a very old rule, dating back to the territorial wars between the nordic vikings. It was written into the law, that if a Swede crossed the ice into Denmark, we were in the right to strike against them with clubs." Stefan scoffed.

"Right, that's what human folklore says. In reality it was primarily introduced to reduce the trials against werewolves killing the vampires from Sweden that crossed into Denmark to hunt." Stefan sounded both angry and disgusted as he spoke.

"Vampires excists?!" I asked shocked.

"Oh yeah, if werewolves and witches excist, what made you think those parasites didn't?" Stefan was clearly annoyed with my incompetence on the supernatural history lesson.

There were a few silent moments before David spoke again.

"Darling I think I should tell you, that now, after I marked you... You can talk to me through your thoughts." He said, desperate to change the subject.

"What?" I asked, not on my own accord. That sounded absolutely insane.

Just like this Darling. I heard his rough deep voice ecco inside my head. His arms tightened around me as he heard my heartbeat getting louder.

Try thinking of me, and of what you want to say. His voice rung once again.

I furrowed my brows as I started thinking. I pictured his face, with the sharp beautiful features and deep green eyes.

Cunt. I thought angrily. And closed my eyes. I was frustrated with myself, and couldn't understand my own feelings.

I felt a huff leave him followed by a chuckle. "I guess I deserved that." He mumbled before letting his hand trail up my arm and skim over the mark on my neck. Despite my immobility I felt the sparks that erupted all through my body. His hand stayed on my mark, and caressed the side of my neck.

I wonder if it calmed him too?