Mr. Maker by Rayven WoodSong (read books for money .TXT) 📕

quiet I can barely hear it. But I know he heard me because I hear the water as he moves and he pull my chin up so I’m looking at him.

“I can’t see my Mate with someone else. It infuriated me. You’re mine.”

I refuse to look him in the eye. “You can’t claim me if you don’t want me.”

He growls. I flinch, but don’t move away. His hand moves from holding my chin up to grabbing my throat as he pulls me towards him. I wasn’t expecting him to attempt to move me so I’m in the water with him before I try to get away.

He stops me with a hand on my hip. His other hand is still at my throat pulling my face closer to his.

“You do not have place to tell me what I can and can’t do.” He pulls me closer and I collapse onto him. It’s awkward. He’s completely naked and I’m fully dressed. He grunts in pain. My clothes are completely soaked. He grunts a little and I attempt to lift myself up, off his bruised body, but he won’t have it. Instead he wraps his legs around me to keep me in place. Since I can’t get up, I focus on holding myself completely still. I open my eyes and meet his. He’s watching me curiously.

“You really don’t want to be in here with me?”

I rip out of his hands pull away slightly, looking at all his bruises. “You’re hurt.”

He snorts. “So?”

“So, I don’t want to hurt you further.” And besides that I really don’t want to be in the tub with him right now. He’s an ass and has no right to me or my body. I pull away from him, literally muscling his legs from around me. I use my speed to get out of the tub.

“You do not get the privilege of doing anything that may be in your head. You’ve rejected me as your Mate. I’m not exactly sure of what being Mates means, but I’m sure that isn’t part of it. If you don’t want me then why the hell am I here? I could have gone with the Marcos. At least they seemed nice. I’ve known you for only a few days and you’ve been nothing but an ass to me. You fucking killed me! And yet, I’m still here. I still chose to not just walk out of here and leave you. I even agreed to help you get rid of Elizabeth. When Marco attacked you, I defended you. I brought you home and attempted to take care of you. Does that mean nothing to you? Does the fact that I practically chose you over a King mean nothing?” I wipe my eyes, mildly surprised to see red smears on them. I cry blood? Well that’s just fucking great. I had no intention of saying all that, but I did. And I can’t take it back. He’s staring at me, his face unreadable. I don’t meet his eyes and decide I don’t want to look at him anymore. I walk out of the bathroom, dripping water. I quickly strip myself and head to the drawer Mr. Masters put some of my clothes in. I pull out underwear, sweatpants, and a hoodie. I don’t feel like putting in an effort to look nice. There’s no point.

I put on the clothes and walk around the bed. Not seeing what I’m looking for, I drop to my hands and knees and look under the bed. Seraphina, my tiger, is there. I stretch a little and grab her. I then decide that I want to sleep. Crying as a Human always wore me out, I’m not that surprised that crying as a Vampire wears me out too. I stare at Mr. Masters’ bed. If I sleep there, he’ll think that I’ve forgiven him. And I haven’t. I turn on my heel and take two steps before Mr. Masters appears in the doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist. I freeze. Crap. I was hoping I’d get to the other room. I instantly notice that the bruises have turned the icky yellow color that they normally turn after several days. I clutch Sera in my hands and watch as he looks me up and down before meeting me eyes.

“Where are you going?”

“The other bedroom.” I reply, mentally refusing to look away.

He tilts his head to the side. “Why?”

“Because I’m not sleeping in that bed with you.” I attempt to walk around him, but he refuses to move. The doorway is completely blocked. I sigh. Why can’t he ever just cooperate with me?

“We need to talk.” He states, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorjam.

I shake my head. “No. I’m done talking.”

I knock him out of the way and go to the spare bedroom. I close the door behind me and turn the lock. If he really wants in he can just break through the door. But I seriously hope he’ll leave me alone. I don’t want to have to beat him up, much. Well, I’m not completely opposed to the idea. I collapse on the bed, ignoring the faint stabs in my stomach. I haven’t fed today.

After a few moments, he knocks on the door.

“Ana, we need to talk.”

“I don’t want to talk.”

“Then don’t. Just listen.”

“I’m not interested. Go away.” I tense, expecting him to come in anyway. After a few minutes I hear him sigh and then the door to his room closes. My stomach lets out a weird gurgle sound and I curl up in a ball, preparing myself for the pain. Mr. Masters said that as a Newborn I need to feed every night. But eventually it’ll turn into once a week, then every 2 weeks, and later to feeding once a month.

The pain hits and I bite my lip. I didn’t cry out during the change. I can handle this. I repeat that to myself as I wrap my arms around my waist. Stupid Adrian. Stupid Marco. Stupid Vampires. Stupid everything.

The pain increases and I clench my eyes shut and squeeze my hands into fists. Everything around me disappears as it becomes only me and the pain.

Distantly I hear a smash and a curse, but I can’t make myself focus on it. This pain is excruciating. I let the coming darkness take me.

Chapter 9

When I become aware of my surroundings, I am in someone’s arms, leaning forward, away from the person, with my mouth on something that is producing the liquid that I need. I open my eyes and release the unconscious stranger and turn in the person’s arms. I already know from the way he tensed slightly once he realized I was awake that it’s Adrian.

I sigh. “Don’t think this means you’re forgiven Adrian.” I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his neck. His arms tighten slightly, but that’s the only response I get. I open my eyes and realize my face is by my mark on him. I stretch forward and press a kiss to it. He shudders.

“You could have died,” he says quietly.

I pull away and look at him. “I’m already dead, remember? You’re the one who killed me.”

“No, I mean for good. Ana, you’re a Newborn. You have to feed everyday. Your body is still adapting to the change. If you don’t feed, allowing your body to regenerate it’s energy, your body will shut down and you’ll die for good.”

I tilt my head to the side and stare at him. He almost seems to care..

He groans. “You’re such an idiot.” I frown.

“Insulting me is not going to make forgive you for being an ass. “ I start to climb out of his arms, but they tighten around me.

“You.. don’t get it, Ana.”  I tilt my head to the side, confused. What don’t I get? “Ana.. I do care.”

“Really? You sure have a funny way of showing it.”

He snorts. “I don’t do.. feelings. Or. displays of them.”

“Freaking out at Marco was a display of feelings.”

“No. That was instincts. You’re my Mate. I won’t see you with another man.”

“You didn’t attack Jace.”

“That’s different. He’s food. And you needed to learn a lesson.”

I meet his eyes. He’s looks a little nervous. Why? Is he....afraid I’ll reject him? He shouldn’t be. He’s already technically rejected me. There’s no need for me to reject him.

“Quit being an idiot, Ana.”

“Quit being an ass, Adrian.”

He smiles. A real smile. It’s brief. I’m almost doubting I saw it, but I believe he actually smiled.

“You should smile more often,” I announce, snuggling up to him again.

His arms tighten around me even more. “You should call me Adrian more often.”

“Do you really want me to?”  He’s silent. I already know what he’d say anyway. ‘I wouldn’t have said to if I didn’t, idiot.’

“Ana..”

“Hmm...?”

“We need to get back to the apartment.” I pull away, standing up. I look down at the unconscious Human. I didn’t kill him, did I?

“No, he’ll be fine after he sleeps. He’ll wake up thinking he has a horrible hangover.”

 

 

Back at the apartment, I head to the spare room, intending to grab Sera.

“You’re still not going to sleep with me?” Mr. Masters asks quietly. He actually sounds.. disappointed?

“I am still technically mad at you, Adrian.”

He’s silent as I stand with my back to him, hand on the doorknob.

“It does matter, Ana.” What matters?

“It does matter that you’re here.” Woah. That’s feelings.  I turn around to face him.

He looks shocked. Like he didn’t expect to say that. I know I didn’t expect him to say that.

He’s watching me, waiting for a response. Without thinking about it I use vampiric speed and launch myself at him, jumping up and wrapping my legs around him. His arms go around my bottom to hold me up. I lean towards him and press my lips to him. I pull away quickly, equally shocked at my actions as I was about his words. He looks shocked too. He recovers before me and reaches a hand up. He pulls my face closer and kisses me. I kiss him back. He takes a few steps, then I feel my back hit something soft. The bed? He must have used vampire speed. One of his hands moves across my stomach, causing me to shiver. He breaks the kiss and starts kissing my neck. He sucks on the spot he usually bites and I moan. I feel his hands slide under my shirt, touching my bare tummy. I move my hands from the back of his hair and slide them down his chest. I can see his muscles tense under his shirt. I want to see his chest up close. I was too focused on not hurting him earlier. He seems to sense my want as he pulls away just enough to take it off. I bite my lip as I explore his his muscles with my hands. I make sure not to press too hard. He’s still bruised. He moans and presses his lips to mine again. His hands travel up and cup my breasts through my bra. I reach behind me and unhook it. Aiden pulls my shirt off