Animalistic

8

"You were the jackass that marked me?" I exclaim at the stupid, rude, beautiful, shit that I spilt my drink on just yesterday, the one who said I'd be afraid of him! I'll tell you what he is the one who should be afraid now!

"Whoa, whoa" he said putting his hands up nonchalantly. "What's with the name calling?"

"Name calling? Oh my god! I-can't-even-" It was at this point that I began to make a variety of frustrated sounds as I clawed my hands into a squeezing motion, imaging his pretty little neck getting crushed between them.

"Okay, listen," he began as he gently pushed my clawed, twitching hands down, "you're a little heated" under his breath he mutters "for what I'm not sure" then continues, "but really, you're overreacting here, you should be glad I marked you." And this is where I went a little ape-shit.

"GLAD?!" I burst out, shoving him back, knocking him off of his balance slightly as he stumbles a two steps back. "Glad that I was force marked?"

"F-forced?" he stutters slightly "I'd hardly say it was forc-"

"OH SO HOLDING A GIRL DOWN AND BITING HER WITH OUT HER CONCENT ISN'T WHAT YOU WOULD CALL FORCED?!" I yell at him, my face getting redder with every stupid syllable that falls out of his stupidly perfect lips, as I push him back a couple more steps.

"I was hardly holding you down, and you didn't struggle at all." his lame excuse comes out with that same cocky tone, but it doesn't override the small bit of fear I detect under it.

"Because you threateningly growled at me you pompous ass!" I attempt to push him again, but he catches my wrists easily and holds them in place.

His eyebrows draw together and a frown sets on his perfect features "As much as I enjoy getting pushed around by you" his voice drips with acidic sarcasm, melting my anger down into a strong frustration, "I'll have to stop you there. Look I came here to save you from the scary guy and I'm just feeling really attacked right now." His playful and jokey tone does nothing to help my immense frustration.

"One I didn't need saving" I say as I struggle to pull my wrists out of his seemingly nonchalant vice grip "and Two, I'm glad you have enough sanity to see what I'm doing." When he raises an eyebrow at my struggling and shows no move to let go I stop and give a frustrated sigh.

"That hurts Jas, it really does." There it is again, that disarming sarcasm.

"Do you even know what kind of position you put me into by marking me? Especially so early on?" I don't give up on the biting tone in my voice, I will not let him disarm me completely.

"I'm sorry," he said, letting go of me finally, turning his back to me as he continues "that I became so infatuated with you that I couldn't let any other male have even a chance at taking away the only thing I've ever wanted." The deep bitter tone in his voice indicates something more lies beneath his words, but it in no way washes away his little confession, now making me both frustrated and flustered, I'm sure that by this point my face matched my orange hair.

"Oh, you see, that's where you're wrong." This grabs his attention as he turns back to me I continue "If I can get anyone else to choose me, then I will pick them, I'd pick anyone over you."

At this his hazel eyes darken as he stares through me for a few moments, his gravely voice dropping a few octaves "That's not going to happen." He shakes off the dark stare and a smirk returns to his face.

"Watch me." I say, my hands on my hips defiantly as I glare at him.

His smirk widens a bit as he nonchalantly crosses his arms "Don't worry, I will." The smirk on his face and the sultry tone of his gravely voice sends ripples through my stomach, his eyes indicating exactly what he meant by that.