Sick & Pure

“Always figured you were a jealous fucker Michael.” He ignored the other wolf and turned away.

“Have fun with whatever you’re dolled up for, Jeremiah. Just don’t cheat them out of a happy ending.” Taking Jeremiel turning his back on him as a win, the younger and far handsomer master snickered and walked off.

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“If you keep staring like that, you might as well take a picture.” 

“I should, but I...can’t stop looking at your man bun. You look like a geisha.” He teased at Jeremiel’s expense. Personally, all jokes aside, Nephil wondered if the man might shrivel up and die if he cut it off.

Harley ground her teeth together as Nephil sat down next to her, well she had avoided him for at least a few fucking hours. She couldn’t help but slide over in the booth, putting as much space between them as she could. She knew what he was doing though, knew that there was no way out of her seat now. “The feeling is entirely fucking mutual.” She hissed as she watched him warily, noting the way his eyes scanned over her features. She couldn’t help but laugh at his question, picking her fork back up. Instead of using it to take another bite of food she shoves the fork into his hand that’s on the table near her, making sure to press it in as best as she can. “Dig in.” She said with a sick smile, sitting back.

"What about how sexy you look without hair? Seriously Harley, I'm surprised how attractive I find you. You're driving me wild," he forcefully leaned into Harley and purred in her ear, fully aware of how crazy it must be driving her. That disturbing seductive purr became a hiss of pain, pain shooting up through his hand when Harley put a fork through it. Such a fucking bitch, he thought, ripping the utensil free. Fucking bitch, such a fucking bitch, that's what he was thinking the entire time he seized her by the scruff of her neck and plunged the bloody fork into her food. "Dig in." He used her words against her, wrenching her head back and started prying the food stained in his blood in her mouth.

“So clever. Did a five year old give you that one?” Her smile, forced or not, faded from her lips. She would’ve taken offence to that, had it not been for blatantly awkwardly persona. There was no chance of Maddie ever being a stripper, it would be too painful for anyone to actually watch. “Oh yes, I spend all day and night dreaming about your dick. It’s like, my secret wish to suck it.” If her tone implied anything other than sarcasm and annoyance, she was clearly failing at her job.

"If it was a five year old, would it return your smile? Because I hope my observations aren't getting to you, Maddie. I'd really hate to break this...facade you're so good at wearing." Looking her up and down in appraisal, all he could see was a slip of a girl. Maddie's only offense was her defense, which was also her mind. What would happen if he broke it starting with her obsession with his dick? "So where do you want me to kiss you first?"

“Okay, let me first inform you this hurt my soul deeply, but… I need your help.”

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“What is it that hurts your soul deeply? Needing, of all people, my help or your important issue?”

“Oh. Where do you usually go?” Her jaw tensed, but she forced herself to keep smiling. He had a point – not about the Olsen thing – he had let them both go, but he was still screaming about a small child being a murder, so, yeah, she was sticking with a little psycho. “You don’t have the dick for that.”

“Oh, I go here. I just haven’t needed a hostess/aspiring stripper until now.” He could see how forced her smile was and he threw that one out there to serve as a light jab. If you want to get personal with him about Maddie, he should’ve did her in front of that kid. It wouldn’t be her punishment, though. It’d show that little bastard hunter’s boy what apex predators did to people at the bottom of the food chain. “Too bad I do; would you like to put it in your mouth?”

“No, but you don’t have to be psycho either…” Maddie folded her arms across her chest, a small smirk tugging at her lips. She was crossing several boundaries, but she was still a little bitter about the whole hunter incident. 

“I didn’t come all this way to get sassed at by an Olsen twin subspecies, and if I acted like a psycho I would’ve fucked you bloody in front of that boy on the forest floor, not let you both go.” He tried to be as venomous and threatening as possible, but his deadpanned expression was betrayed by the light in his eyes. He was having too much fun, if she kept this up he might give her a medal.

Maddie rolled her eyes at that comment, there was no chance of that stopping. Pushing off the wall, she arched a brow. “I believe the word you’re searching for is please.”

Nephil rolled his eyes at that retort, but he wouldn’t deny her the small satisfaction she undoubtedly felt with that. “I don’t have to do that, y’know.”

“So glad.” She nodded, leaning against the wall of her cell. “This is my happy face. Really, it is.”

Beginning to find his mojo, the master inched closer. “And are you happy enough to give me a kiss?” But before she was able to answer with anything other than the look on her face, Nephil changed the subject. “My house is a mess, lots of leftovers from the attack. You’re going to clean it.”