Driving. Him. Out. Of. His. Fucking. Mind.
“I’m not willing to take that chance,” he told her, in no mood to argue about this for another minute.
“They probably didn’t realize that we’d end up going through the blood so quickly.”
“We’re wasting time arguing about this,” he said, shifting to the right and this time when she shifted to the left he made his move. He was over the couch and had her in his arms before she could react and once she realized what he’d done, she fought him tooth and nail to get away from him.
“Let me go!” she demanded, struggling in his arms and damn near making him lose his hold on her, reminding him that she was a hell of a lot stronger now.
“Not until you feed!” he snapped with a wince when she managed to elbow him in the gut, but he refused to release her.
“I’m not hungry!” she snapped right back, struggling to push away from him, but he wasn’t going anywhere, not until she fed.
“It’s for your own good!”
“No, it’s not!”
“We don’t have time for this!” he pointed out, biting back a pained grunt when she managed to slam another elbow in his side.
“I’m not drinking your blood, you sick bastard!” she yelled, ramming her backside into him in an attempt to dislodge him, but he held on even as the move made him stumble back.
“Yes, you are!”
“No, I’m not!”
“You need it!”
“No, I don’t!” she said, twisting in his arms so that she could shove him away, but he wasn’t giving up that easily, not when he needed to do this so that he could keep her safe.
“I can’t take you out of here until you’ve fed!” he snapped, sick of arguing over this bullshit. She needed to feed if they were going to have any chance of getting her out of this safely, but the stubborn woman refused to listen to reason.
If they tried leaving right now a single injury would have the power to knock her on her ass and keep her there. Feeding wouldn’t save her if she was shot in the head or the heart, but it would give her some protection. At least if she fed now, she would have a chance to heal from her injuries and keep moving her ass. As long as she could make it to the exit, he would do the rest, but in order to do that he needed the stubborn pain in the ass to feed!
It didn’t matter what he said or did, Cloe refused to feed from him. When he’d suggested this plan last night, he’d assumed that she would just suck it up and do whatever she had to so that they could escape, but he’d been wrong. She’d argued with him all night, refusing to feed from him no matter what he said. He’d flat out refused to take her out of here until she fed, thinking that would help, but she wouldn’t listen.
“I’m not drinking your blood so let it go already!”
“Yes, you are!” he growled down at the woman in his arms as she glared right back up at him through narrowed red eyes.
“I’m not drinking your goddamn blood and I’m not leaving here without my answers!” she snapped as she tried to shove him away, but he refused to budge, refused to let this damn stubborn woman go until she’d fed and was moving her ass through the front door.
“Fine!” he snapped back, realizing that there was only one way to get her to move her ass.
He had to take the choice out of her hands.
Chapter 32
“Now that we have that solved, why don’t we……..what are you doing?” Cloe demanded as she found herself suddenly scooped up in Christofer’s arms.
“Helping you get your answers faster,” was all Christofer said as he carried her to the bedroom that they’d been using for the past week.
He kicked the door shut behind them as she wracked her brain, trying to figure out how exactly they’d gone from arguing to this. For about ten seconds she’d thought that she’d finally managed to make the stubborn bastard listen to reason, but now, as she went flying through the air and landed with a soft “ooof” on the plush bed, she wasn’t so sure.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she demanded even though she was pretty sure that she could come up with a decent list on her own.
“You want your answers, don’t you?” he asked with a careless shrug that she didn’t care for, not one bit.
“And how exactly is tossing me on the bed going to accomplish that?” she demanded, pushing herself up into a sitting position so that she could glare at the bastard as he-
“Why are you taking off your shirt?” she suddenly found herself asking as he tossed the shirt over his shoulder.
“Don’t want to get any blood on it,” he reasoned as he climbed on the bed and headed for her, moving with the grace of a predator as she struggled to register what he’d just said and when she did, she turned over and tried to scramble off the bed as quickly as humanly possible, praying for some of that elusive Pyte speed to help aide her escape.
Somehow she managed to make it to the edge of the bed and even succeeded in getting one foot on the floor before he dragged her right back on the bed. But she didn’t go easily.
“Let me go!” she yelled, shoving at the hands that gripped her h*ps as he dragged her back on the bed.
“As soon as you’ve fed,” the irritatingly stubborn son of a bitch calmly explained as he shifted his hold on her and maneuvered her onto her back.
He smoothly shifted over her until his weight had her pinned to the bed, but unlike the last time that he’d had her in this position, her arms and legs weren’t pinned beneath him. She did her best to kick him as she gripped his shoulders and shoved, but the only response she got was a bored sigh as he shifted his weight onto his elbows so that he could look down at her, effectively trapping her.
She gasped, shifting beneath him as she licked her suddenly dry lips while she waited for the panic to hit, but……
It never came.
Instead of freaking out or feeling like the world was closing in on her, she felt safe, protected and if the bastard on top of her wasn’t trying to force her to drink his blood, she’d probably allow herself to enjoy this moment.
“I’m not moving until you’ve fed.”
“I don’t need to feed to get my answers!” she snapped, frustrated that she’d once again been manhandled.
“Yes, you do,” Christofer murmured, propping his chin on his upturned palm as he continued to gaze down at her, looking bored.
“No,” she gritted out, trying to shove him away, “I don’t.”
“I can’t take you out of here until you’ve fed,” he murmured, clearly biting back a yawn, which only pissed her off more.
“You lying son of a bitch!” she said, shifting until her feet were pressed against the bed before she did her best to dislodge him, but other than jostling him a little and earning another yawn, he didn’t appear to notice.
“The sooner you feed, the faster we can get out of here,” he explained, somehow managing to sound rational.
“What about my answers?” she demanded, slightly winded, which had her narrowing her eyes on the bastard and wondering if he’d lied to her before. “Why can’t I kick your ass? You said that I would be stronger.”