Forced Mating

Nine

Since I was up and dinner was in an hour or so, I decided I would put my rackets away and grab my bathing suit from his room, hopefully he was in his office or something.
I climbed two flights of stairs and was walking to the next flight when a guy came out of his room. He froze and looked to me before winking at me and walking up. Damn, I hated horny boys.
"So, what's a sexy chick like you doing walking these halls alone?"
"I'm actually just leaving."
"No need to hate," he said as he walked up and put an arm around my shoulders, "I think we should get to know each other."
"I think the most I should know about you is that you don't want to lose your arm so you're going to move it."
"Ooh, tough is sexy."
I grabbed his wrist and twisted it back before shoving him against the wall, getting a grunt from him.
"What the hell, I'm just trying to make friends!"
"Really? Friends or fuck buddies?"
"Well if you're offer-"
"Don't finish that sentence if you know what's good for you." I pushed his arm at an awkward angle and he squirmed but it only made it worse.
"Okay! Okay! God dammit!"
I smirked and let his arm fall, "Seriously though. If he catches you making those comments it won't go over well."
"Who?"
"Think about it." I left him standing there holding his wrist with a confused expression.
I climbed another flight of stairs and realized Caden was in his room. Does he just sit in there all day?
I took several deep breaths and walked up to the door before knocking. I hit it three times with my knuckles, before I heard him moving around and yelled to me, "Come in!"
I slowly opened the door to find him in just a pair of jeans. I tore my eyes away from the few water drops running down his chest and over his abdomen. His hair was wet and standing up on end all over.
My wolf nudged me to go closer but I stayed where I was. I was holding the tennis rackets and motioned to the closet.
"Honestly Blake, make yourself at home, this room is yours." His tone was business again and I held back my sigh.
I shook my head and passed him to get to the closet. I felt him step in my path and he visibly sniffed me. He tensed up and looked down to me with narrowed eyes.
"Did you... meet someone else?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" I snapped and saw him struggling with what to say, "Just ask what you really mean."
"Why do you smell like Jarod?" He almost seemed outraged but again, he tried to hide everything with a business tone.
"Oh you know, I ran into him in the hall and may have fell for his attempt at seducing me." Sarcasm dripped off my words.
He visually tensed and I took a couple steps away. I realized then that he thought I actually did and that he wasn't even mad at me, he was concerned, worried, jealous, maybe even angry at Jarod, but not at me.
"Sorry I-" I shouldn't have used sarcasm, he obviously thought I was serious.
"No. It's my fault. You don't even know me, I can't expect you not to-"
"Don't finish that sentence." It came out like a growl and his eyes snapped to mine, "I was apologizing because I was kidding and assumed you knew. I assumed sarcasm was familiar to you, I apologize, I shouldn't have done that." The fact that he thought I would sleep with some random guy when I was sent here to mate with him pissed me off. I may not like that we're mating, but I'm not a slut. I stomped into the closet and shut the doors leaning on them, before sliding down the doors. I've always been told that tears were weakness. Actually, that all emotions are weakness, but I believed that tears were a sign of weakness. So the fact that I actually had a tear run down my cheek as I fought to hold back the rest shocked me, I don't remember the last time I cried, other than the first night I laid in bed here, trying to fall asleep. I wasn't sad that he thought this, I was pissed.
"Please Blake, open up." I shook my head before I realized he couldn't see me, but didn't respond, "Please don't cry."
God dammit, out of everyone, I did not want him thinking I was weak and pathetic.
"Please. Open up." It almost sounded compassionate but he was covering it in his cool tone. The same tone he always uses with me.
I slowly sat up, moved to the other wall and brought my knees to my chest.
"Please Blake, open the door." He was asking but it sounded demanding.
I heard him sigh and mumble something and his face fell as he opened the door when he saw me and he slowly sat down in front of me.
"I shouldn't have assumed. I'm terrible with jumping to the worst case scenario." I felt his eyes on me but didn't meet his gaze. The more I stared into his eyes, the more I wanted to, so I tried to avoid it.
It was quiet and he opened his mouth several times to speak but never said anything.
"Do you think that low of me?" I said. Even I flinched at how cold it sounded. There was no emotion, not even a hint at it.
"What? That low of you? What are you talking about?"
"I was between the second and third set of stairs when this guy walked out and hit on me. He put his arm around my shoulders and I twisted his wrist pinning him against the wall," he looked relieved, "I didn't even let him get a second comment out before I had him pinned, that's as far as it went." He went to talk but I continued, "Do you really think I would sleep with him? Any of them?"
"God Blake, I'm such an ass."
I didn't deny it, he was. We were supposed to mate and he didn't even trust that I wouldn't jump into a guys bed? If he thought I would, does that mean that he would sleep with some slut? Did he already in the short time I've been here?
I backed up further to the wall, pressing my back into it so hard I felt it bruising.
I saw him back up a bit but didn't move.
"I know you don't know me, but I was hoping you trusted me a little more than that. You actually think I would jump some guy in your pack, when I was sent here to be your mate?"
"Blake I-"
I was exhausted from all these emotions, I always was, I didn't want his excuses, so I cut him off. I looked him straight in the eye and tried to keep my tone even, but anger came out too, "Don't lie to me. If you thought it, fine, but don't lie to me. Ever." After everything I definitely would never trust him if he lied to me, especially about something this small, that would mean that he would tell me bigger ones when larger issues arose.
"I would never lie to you Blake," he put his finger under my chin and made me look at him. I pushed his hand away and stood up, "Don't touch me. And don't control me." I said looking right at him. The anger in my voice was evident. I grabbed different shorts and a plain white shirt with a green feather on it and left the closet.
"I don't have to introduce you tonight-"
I shrugged, "Whatever, I'm going to shower." I headed towards the door but he stopped me, again.
"You can use our shower. Or our tub, if you'd like, whichever you prefer." I had never actually been in a tub, only when I was too young to use a shower on my own.
"My room has a shower," he tensed at that comment but I turned to leave anyways. He grabbed my arm gently but when I stared pointedly at it and pulled back he let his arm drop and apologized, "Sorry." The pain that flashed in his eyes made my wolf whine but I ignored it, "I just hate to see this room not being used." At my confused face he sighed a little and rubbed the back of his neck, "I can't sleep in here when I know you're in a seriously uncomfortable bed downstairs."
Really? Is he serious?
"It just doesn't seem fair. I get you're not ready for that, but it doesn't have to be me here. I have a bed and shower off my office I've been using."
"The bed downstairs is fine. This is your room, nothing's changed. You use yours and I'll use mine. Simple as that." My voice was cold again as I kept my back to him.
I moved but felt him follow me. I turned around and he was rubbing his face with his hands, "Use this room." He almost demanded it and I turned around again to face him.
"Don't tell me what to do. If I have to be somewhere, let me know. But don't ever think I have to listen to you."
"Blake-" I turned around and jogged downstairs.