Sweet Temptation of Chocolate-Jefferson

The night was a long one. I could barely get her to speak a word with me when I attempted to start a conversation. I thought that things were going so well at first. I thought this was a chance that…well I really don’t know. I just didn’t expect her rejection.

We are not rejected.

I roll my eyes at his comment. We have been having the same argument all night as we stared at her. Being trapped in a room with her scent was torture itself. I have had to smell it so much that now I can almost taste it. The thoughts from my dragon seem almost barbaric as he sends images in my mind.

I find that the images make it hard to concentrate on all except her. I hoped to find my mate. I had plans to woo her with the food I prepare. Back home in our clan, I had even collected recipes that I wanted to make just for her.

When she finally falls asleep, I can tell the her rest isn’t peaceful. She tosses and turns in her little corner. I want to tell her to move but there isn’t anywhere else in the room that would be more comfortable. Done debating the fact with myself, I close my eyes to try to get some rest myself. Just as I do start to fall asleep, I hear the door open.

My eyes spring open as I track the white coated figure that walks into the room. He pays me no mind as he locates my mate in the room and heads over to her. As he gets close to her, he throws a look my way and I see his intentions. A growl leaves my chest as he bends over to touch her. The shake he gives her shoulder is gentle but she doesn’t take it as that.

My tiny mate nearly jumps off the floor as she looks around the room. When she spies the doctor she immediately starts to back away from him. He holds his hands in the air immediately as she backs toward me. My chest swells with pride at her actions. At least she trust me more than this buffoon.

“I only have a few questions for you miss. After that I will be out of your way and you can go back to resting” he states evenly.

“I don’t have to answer your questions. I would just like you to leave me alone and never touch me again” she states with weight behind her voice.

The doctor ignores what she said and he takes out his clipboard. “Name?” He ask.

“Go to hell” she answers.

“Fine. Moving on. When was the last time you had sexual intercourse”? He ask next.

“None of your fucking business” she says as she places her hands along her lips.

“Are you going to be difficult for every question I ask”? He ask her as he meets her gaze.

“Undeniably difficult” she states. A rumbling sound of approval leaves my chest as I watch her fight back. She looks strong and sure of herself in this situation. I’m glad that she’s not allowing herself to just give in. She’s perfect.

Instead of replying to her answer he turns around and starts to walk away. He placed the clip board on the exam table and then turns to face her.

“If you won’t give me the answers, I will have to find a new way to take them” He warns.

Just as he lunges to go near my mate I move forward as far as my chains will allow. The growl that rips from my chest is a deep warning. He better not lay a finger on her. My mate grabs the stool that she used in front of me and starts wielding it as a weapon to keep the doctor away. They yell back and forth as he still tries to get her to answer his bullshit questions.

We need to get out of these chains. As soon as we do all bets are off.

My head snaps to left as I hear the door open and someone coming in quietly. Since she seems to have this part handled I focus on the new person in the room. I’m not even surprised that its my brother. I watch as he reads the situation with a bored space. In mere minutes he gives the doctors majority of the answers that he wants to the questions and then he faces our mate. They have a stare off as she responds to him smartly.

I watch the interaction between them closely. I need to see if he truly wants to hurt her. I still don’t understand why he brought her here. When she taunts him about his threat to end her life, its almost like he is pleasured by it. If nothing else I can tell that he likes her attitude. It seems that more can be read through those black eyes of his than through his facial expressions. His dragon comes forth to meet her challenge as she stands proud.

I growl when he snatches her shirt off. The view from the back shows her toned skinned. The curves of her back would make her spine so easy to trace. I am momentarily distracted by the display of her skin. When he snatches off her pants I strain against the binds that hold me. I freeze as I think about it. I don’t wish to cover her. In fact what I feel is the exact opposite. I want to be a part of the display that is her beautiful chocolate skin.

“I haven’t celebrated our birthday in twenty years. What the hell makes you think I want anything you have to offer me” Jefferson sneers behind me.

Damn. He shouldn’t have done that. Seeing our mate in all her glory and not being able to touch her is torture. He could have at least released us from the chains on our birthday.

I growl at the words of my beast. The words sound more like a threat than a swoon and I don’t like how he is talking about our mate. She isn’t an object. She needs to be respected and praised for the gift she is. There will be no rush when we touch her. I wont allow it. I wont allow anyone to take her when she doesn’t want it. That includes my beast and brother.

“Are you satisfied now?” she ask him.

“Not quite. If you were to get down on your knees I think it would be better” He says with a wry grin.

The thought has me hardening behind the fly of these pants. I’ve spent this entire time trying to control the reactions that her body brings out in mine. I fought through seeing her clothed, the scent of her in my nostrils all night and it has left me weekend. However, the thought of her on her knees as she takes one of us into her mouth is just too much. My cock pushes painfully against the zipper of the jeans I wear. This time the growl my dragon releases is heated.

“In your dreams. You can keep that little fantasy to yourself. I don’t want it and I don’t want you” She’s states to him. My chest swells when I realize that she is not only rejecting me. I can sense the tension in their standoff. It almost seems as if they are having a lovers quarrel. Its been a niggling thought in the back of my head all night that she still may choose him. A part of me couldn’t be mad if she did because he is her mate too. But I would fight for her.

They standoff in a stare contest as I watch. He pulls one of his many knifes from the sheath and I already know what’s coming. I hear as she catches her breath. I want to assuage her fears because I know its not for her. I had hope that he wouldn’t cut me in front of her but I should have known better. Unable to stop it he moves fast. The knife sails through the air and lands in the right side of my chest. I growl as it pierces my flesh.

When he first started the torture game I hated his words. He said that I would get used to the pain. Some day that I would even come to welcome it just like him. He has cut me so many times that I lost count. The first few days of the game I cried at the pain. Her scream fills the air and I close my eyes briefly. I wish she didn’t have to see this.

She holds my eyes as she comes over to me. I know what she is going to do and I don’t want her to. But with my arms still bound I am helpless to stop her. The knife doesn’t budge as she places her hand around it. I still myself knowing that she is going to have to brace herself to get it out. My skin has already started to heal around the knife.

As she braces her other hand against my flesh I can feel the tingles of the mate bond. I feel as my dragon and I calm. The pain disappears and we barely feel the knife as she yanks it out of our chest. The hand that was braced on our chest moves to cover the wound. I look down to see her hand as my blood flows over it. Through my eyes holding hers I try to convey how much it meant that she tries to help me. The skin close faster than normal under her palm.

We receive strength from our mate. She can give us strength in all things.

“My knife.” Morbius demands as he breaks the spell between us. I watch as her eyes flash in anger and she turns to him. She fingers the hilt of the knife as she holds in her hands. I don’t know what he intentions are on trying to keep the knife but I have to stop them. I don’t want him to hurt her if she tries to retaliate.

“Just give it to him” I beg her. When she turns to look at me, I beg her with my eyes too. She cant win a battle against him by herself. She is only human after all. For the first time since she got here she gives me a true smile. I have no idea what I have done to deserve it but I am grateful for it. I give her a small one in return and she starts walking over to him.

However, I grow worried when her walk changes. My eyes fly to her hips as they start to sway. The sight of the way she moves has me entranced. The walk she gives is like a dance that begs for a slow and thorough kind of attention. I want to answer that call. I cant even deny that a part of me is jealous that she does this for him instead of me.

I am unable to see parts of him as he stands right in front of him. She hands him the knife and he hisses as a look of pure murder comes into his eyes. I strain against my chains so hard they creak because of his reaction. I watch helplessly as he picks her up from the floor by her throat as she struggles to free herself. I yank against the chains harder in fear that he is going to end her right in front of me. I cant lose my mate. We just found her.

We have to do something. Keep pulling.

I struggle even harder against my chains as I fight for him to release her. Just as I believe that one of them is going to snap from the wall his words make me freeze as he growls in her face. “ I am going to own you” he states with promise. In seconds he drops her to the floor and she gasp for breath as he leaves the room.

As the door click shut behind him I hear her silent promise. “Not in this lifetime.” I can here the vow that she made with those words as they were spoken out loud. I know she means them and they break my heart. I want to ask her out loud if those words apply to me too. However, after what she just went though I know that I cant. She’s hurt and I need to do something.

“You do realize that taunting him like that was stupid right”? I say as I question her.

She rises from the floor slowly as she rubs her throat. When she turns to face me I cant seem to want to back down. She could have gotten herself killed and I would have been able to do nothing. She may not have a value for her own life but I do.

“Someone needs to stand up to a bully. If not then the little people will never win” She says. I feel terrible that her voice sounds harsh. Even though I haven’t heard it for long I miss the sultry tone she had before.

“That may be. However you are forgetting something. A person should never go to war when they have more to lose. The battle can only be won if you are willing to lose everything” I remind her harshly.

“And you forget that a battle in which one doesn’t fight at all isn’t a battle. That by definition is a massacre. I refuse to be pushed around all because you both think you have some sort of claim on me. I belong to neither of you. Only to myself. So, if this little caring act you have going on is to put me in my place, you can give it up” She says as she heads over to her corner.

Her hips still sway in a tantalizing rhythm even when she isn’t trying. I watch the movement as her breast bounce and jiggle above her bra. I force myself to lick my lips as I suddenly feel parched and a growl slips out. When her words do finally register I am pissed.

“Act. You think this is all an act. Well let me remind you of the situation that we are in princess. You are human in a facility controlled by my kind. A place where they breed you with your mate against your will or try to impregnate you by another species. Here you are just a pawn to be used for their own person gain. When they get done with you or you aren’t useful, you end up just like me” I state. I know that I need to stop berating her but I just cant seem to right now.

“Everyday someone comes in to torture you. They craft and test fun little weapons to see what works best. They strip you. They laugh as they beat you. They paint with your blood all while you watch helplessly. The pain becomes something that you welcome, day after day, because it becomes the only thing that lets you know that you are still alive. Just when you start to pray for it to end or pray for death, they stop. Then it only repeats the next day. And the next day”

I started off my rant screaming at her as I imagined her future. I wouldn’t even be angry at her but the fact that she would have to go through it and I could do nothing. I would have to sit here as they ripped apart and destroyed my mate. I would be stuck as they took the only thing that I had to look forward to in this long life. If I have anything to say about it, this is not the future that she will have.