A Slave to Love

Chapter 30: Bad Boys, Bad Boys

"What the fuck—Blade! You asshole!" I cried, squirming in his vice-like grip. Did he need to be so dramatic? One of these days he was going to give me a heart attack.

"Hello, sweetheart," he said, looking victorious as he adjusted himself to straddle my hips and catch my hands, effectively trapping me under him. 

"Get off me!" I knew there was no use fighting him. That would just result in more broken bones. 

Letting go of my hands, he leaned over me on all fours, lowering his face closer to mine. "Now why would I do that?" he asked, drawing a fingertip down my throat and across my collarbone.

"Because I hate you."

He blinked, taking his hand away from me. He looked genuinely taken aback.  "Why?"

"Why do you think? You basically rubbed it in Landon's face that we kissed, hit on Jill, told everyone we do stuff together that is not at all appropriate in front of my boyfriend, nearly told them everything about us and you insulted me!" I ranted. "What the hell is wrong with you?  All I asked was that you keep us kissing to yourself and act at least slightly civil, and you still couldn't be bothered."

He shook his head slowly, an irritated jut to his jaw. "There's nothing wrong with harmless flirting, sweetheart. Flirting is not cheating. We're not fucking so I don't understand the problem. If your boyfriend can't handle that then that's his problem. You could do better. And I didn't see you being any more discreet or polite, so you don't even try to blame this all on me."

"It's hard to be discreet and polite when you're being such an asshole. I asked you not to say anything and you did anyways. And then you jumped down my throat," I retorted. "And so what? If you don't have sex it's not cheating? But you can make out with whoever you want and that's okay? You may be used to being with other girls besides Mona, but I'm used to being with one guy at a time. I'm not in an open relationship like you and that's supposed to mean something."

"Don't even start with me, sweetheart. I get enough of that from everyone else and I don't need it from you too," he growled out, eyes flashing.

"Get enough of what?" I asked, exasperated.

"Lectures! Especially about Mona and committing and all this stupid shit," he practically yelled, slamming his fists down on the ground.

"What are you talking about?" He looked really pissed. About as pissed as when we'd argued before. He was on a shorter fuse than usual today.

"I'm talking about how everyone expects me and Mona to be fucking together forever. As in, no other girls. As in, I won't even want to look at another girl," he spat, red eyes sparking like burning embers. He pretty much jumped off of me and sat on the ground next to me, fists balled up on his folded knees.

"How the hell does that happen? It's not like they're going to glue your eyeballs to her ass. You can look at other girls, hell you're already doing it," I said, sitting up and folding my legs. "So you agree to commit, what's the big freaking deal?"

"The deal is that she wants to be my fucking blood mate."

I shrank at his tone. "What's a blood mate?" I asked nervously, intrigued but sincerely afraid that the saying 'curiosity killed the cat' might just come true.

"Blood mates: two vampires bonded together for eternity by a special ritual," he rattled it off bitterly, like a definition he had studied for a test.

I paused for a moment. That sounded kind of like our bond. "So... what about 'till death to us part' then?" I said finally.

He snorted. "That doesn't apply. It's so much harder to kill a vampire so most blood mates do last an eternity. And when a blood mate does die you're alone and can't be with anyone else anyways. You don't want anyone else, can't even fathom it. You spend the rest of your life miserable, until you die from it."