Omega Bound Chapter 141

Cyrus

"Fine...I have never cut off an ear." I immediately drink. "Wow fireball. I may have misjudged you. I thought you were on my level. You haven't even taken an ear? You don't want to know what I used to make boundary markers then." I laugh as she turns more toward me, eyes flaring with something. Curiosity mixed with a little desire I think. "What did you make them out of?" "Keep playing. Maybe you will find out. My turn. I've never...trained naked in the snow." "I haven't either." fireball states, sounding somewhat disappointed. "I've never..." she ponders for a while. Her eyes, deep, dark blue tonight are searching mine. "I have never cut off every finger and toe." "Every?" I ask needing clarification. "Yeah, like at one time. Torture. You cut everything off all at once." Damn. Ugh I love her already. I take a drink and I can see the glint of curiosity in her eyes. Yes fireball. Use this game to find out what you want about me. The kind of shifter I really am. I'm not some pussy alpha looking for gloating rights. I am a warrior and I want her to put me in a classification of my own. No comparisons. At least, I hope not. If I have too many similarities with that piece of shit that rejected her, I am probably done for. I hope to fates I don't.

"You're not drinking? I thought you were a warrior?" "Oh I have removed digits. Just not all at once. Claws? That is a different story." she licks her lips, tasting the rum and since we are sharing a cup, a fact I don't want to make her aware of, she's pretty much more or less tasting me. Progress. A stretch, but I'll count it. "Don't give me any ideas. You are trying to get me drunk. I don't want you drunk." "Why would I want you drunk?" "To take advantage of me obviously." I snort before refilling our glass. "That isn't happening." "You're right. No means no girl and I ain't letting you get any of this tonight." Fireball laughs. A little, quiet, barely there laugh but I heard it. I smile before taking a swig. "You're supposed to wait until it is your turn." she informs me the rules like I just made it up and need reminding. I do, because I did.

"I can drink all I want now that I know you won't take advantage of me." I smile at her, my mate. And I admire her beauty before getting pulled out of my mate stupor. "I have never...put organs in glass jars. You know, as souvenigers." I say and then rummage through my own memories trying to decide if I drink or not. Man, I am a weird bastard. I shrug and take a drink anyway. "Does keepign a souveigner count?" "Depends on what it was fireball." she quickly looks down then back up again. Yeah, I am still naked. "Well one time I cut the hand off a shifter that refused to keep it to himself and kept it in the barracks on a shelf as a reminder to the fellow shifters what I was capable of. I got in trouble, but it was worth it." I stare at her. One part stunned. My flabbers have been ghasted. I can't believe that prick rejected this.

"You keep telling me those kinds of secrets and you're going to have a hard time keeping your hands off of me." So much for playing hard to get. Damn. Tomorrow. I'll start my plan over tomorrow. "Don't you mean that the other way around?" "Nope." I tell her confident in my erections ability to turn on my mate. She was made for me. Well, someone else first, but I am going to ignore that. It's a little hard not to let my mind wonder who could be like me in terms of alphas in other packs. Wouldn't we have to be somewhat a like? That could narrow it down. Or I am totally off on the whole mate bond thing. Highly possible. I paid attention very little in pup school. "That doesn't bother you?" she asks softly, looking away. I miss the confident, fiesty Raven. This one is dealing with too much tonight. I don't like it and I want to fix it. Terrible. I want to murder everyone that hurt her. I can feel Artemis pulsing within my mind, the ripple letting me know that he is feeling what I am feeling.

"Why would you cutting off a hand bother me? I will give you a list of reasons it doesn't. 1. You are a trained warrior. You should have that instinct. You can't be lethal if you're not willing to do it all. 2. Cutting off a hand is childs play. Who cares? 3. You defended yourself and made a statement in the process which is was effective. 4. You should have cut off his dick, but I will take hand." her eyebrow arches and I can see a faint smirk on her lips. Oh fireball. "Have you......Have you cut off a dick fireball." I feign shock but can't hide the amusement in my tone. "I have. More than once. I've been in been in a few situations throughout the years in battle where for various reasons, I had to do that. I don't care either. They deserved it." A few situations during battle, I play back. So she comes from a pack that has frequent or at least had at one time, battles or invasions. That narrows down the search.

"I don't care either fireball. As long as it's not mine, cut away." I take another drink and her eyes travel down my abs making their way to my growing erection. I quickly cover it with a pillow. "Nope. No free show for you." "You literally walked in here naked." "If you want to see me naked, just say so." I say as I hold her eye contact, hoping something stirs within her. Some feeling she gets hooked on or hooks her. Come on fireball. See me. I see you. "I didn't say that." she says snarky as she glares at me. Cutting those magnetizing eyes at me before rolling them away. "You didn't have to fireball. Who's turn is it?" "I don't think I want to play anymore." "Fine, what do you want to do?" "Why do I have to *do* anything?" she nearly growls out. I want to say "so you don't wither away alone in these rooms, but that seems too forward and I don't have clothes on and parts to keep.

"Because I am on vacation, so you are on vacation. Let's hop in that new little race car of yours and I can show you around. You drive." I smile while downing the rest of the drink. Her head turns sharply to me, her eyerbrows furrowed, like I wouldn't find out so soon. "Give me one fun night before you decide whether or not to drive off into the sunset. I'm not talking about the mate bond. I'm talking about this pack. One night."