His Inescapable Mate novel Chapter 34

On the other side was dead deer. I think that this deer must have been on steroids or something, because it was so frickin' huge! And it was one of those deer that had to horns, or antlers, on their head, so it totally could have fought back.

I cringed.

Vincent let go of my hand and walked over to the dead deer, which had only been recently killed because its blood was still gushing out of its body. This must have been what Vincent had set out to get when I said I was hungry. Stupid wolf!

Vincent bent down, picking up the deer as if it wasn't made of rock-hard muscle, but feathers, and carried it over to me. I was inwardly pleading that he wouldn't bring that carcass to me, but I knew that his wolf didn't understand humans...at all.

Vincent stopped two feet in front of me, an eager look on his face. It appeared as if he were one of those house cats that kills a mouse and leaves it on the owner's pillow. Disgusting animals.

He set the deer on the ground at my feet and pushed it forward. He then leaned back, staring at me with anticipation. "Vincent get for Mate," he said.

Ugh, his horrible English is really starting to get on my nerves.

"Comfort Mate," he added, nudging the dead deer towards me once more.

I looked down at the carcass that lay at my feet. The deer had been freshly killed, so it corneas weren't clouded up yet, and it looked like it was staring at me. It was giant, surprising me a little bit that Vincent could kill in just a few moments. However, it was not a cheeseburger or anything that I could possibly stomach. This stupid wolf must have forgotten the fact that I'm human, and as a human, I don't eat deer! Especially raw deer!

"Yeah, I'm not touching that," I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest.

Vincent looked at me in confusion. He tilted his head slightly for a second and then nudged the deer towards me again. Okay, so he obviously doesn't get it, so maybe I'll have to say it in a way he'll understand.

"I. Don't. Want!" I shouted, putting emphasis on the want, to show that I didn't want him or the nasty deer. Seriously though. A dead deer? Hasn't this fool ever heard of Cheerios?

Vincent's face fell. His ears, which looked kind of like wolf ears, sort of flattened. I'm sure that if he had a tail, he would have curled it in between his legs as well. He let out a little whimper and sort of shuffled on his feet.

He took his right arm and gripped both of my hands in his mighty one, giving me a look of pure fury.

"Mine!" he snarled.

I rolled my eyes. "The blood!" I shouted.

Vincent looked a lot less angry and cocked his eyebrow. "Blood?" he asked.

This is going to be gross, but I have to do it in order to prove my point. I pulled one of hands loose and brought my finger up to Vincent's face. I wiped some of blood off his lip onto my finger, pulling it back to show him.

Vincent's eyes widened and he grabbed my hand, inspecting my finger. He sniffed at it and licked it a little. He was most likely doing this to make sure that it wasn't my blood that I was showing him. Soon Vincent licked his own lips, tasting the blood there and he let out a hearty laugh. I didn't know that dogs could laugh.