Dominating an Alley Cat (boyxboy) ✓

Chapter Forty

"I'm not big with languages," I told him, backing away as subtly as I could manage as I spoke. "But is there one that I could say 'fuck off' in that would make it easier for you to understand?" I asked him.

His gaze grew dark, he raised his index finger and pointed at me. "Watch your tongue shincat." He spat, as though the term was somehow derogatory. I wasn't entirely sure what 'shincat' meant, or if it was in fact a bad thing, but either way I felt insulted.

"How about you watch your distance and I'll watch my tongue. Sound like a fair tradeoff?" I replied quickly, noticing just how close he was to me with the way his finger brushed my shirt.

He stepped closer, one long stride, and suddenly there was now no room left between us. "I'll get however close I want to, to you. You don't tell me what to do." He hissed.

"I can-"

"You can't." He interrupted. "You're going to hate yourself for being such a disobedient boy when I have maghari over you. I will have to teach you everything twice." He smiled, not a kind smile, the kind that sent shivers down my back. There was a darkness in his face that scared me.

I shook my head, taking a step back involuntarily. "I don't think you have the qualifications to teach me. Do you even have a secondary school qualifications?" I took another step back, this time on purpose, smaller and less noticeable. "Have you even taken a TEFL course?"

He snarled. "You'll have to stop with the jokes at some point." He followed my footsteps, this time he approached even more aggressively. It freaked me out knowing if we got into a scrap I'd be a mess, I wouldn't stand a chance, not even by less manly methods of fighting, there was no way.

I swallowed, hating that he probably saw that. "Leave me alone." I demanded. "At some point you need to get your hearing tested.

He narrowed his eyes. His fierce catlike eyes that scared the fucking shit out of me.

He took a step closer and I immediately wanted to back away again. I couldn't help but remind myself that I had kicked this guy in the nuts before, I had to remember how he looked crumpled on the floor gasping in pain, I needed to make sure I stayed confident because I had a feeling he would somehow sniff out the slightest feeling of self-doubt. Though, it didn't matter because I wasn't mad, I knew my strengths and weaknesses, I wasn't going to be able to take him down a second time.

"Because you're either def or stupid, one of them, if not both." I continued, extra force behind my words.

He took drew closer, already too close for it to be a step and way too close. He was so much fucking taller than me I could scream like a girl and run and it would be justified!

"You're misguided," He sighed, "You've been hosted by the wrong werecat and you've got all these silly human perceptions of love and marriage and that rubbish in your head. A good werecat would have taught you the right way to think about those things, not just left you to your own devices. I would have taken you in and nurtured you, taught you all our ways and customs and you would eventually come to understand that they lie within you, dormant knowledge of where you belong and how you should behave and," He drew ever closer, so that his lips were a breath away from my cheek. "Who you want to worship."

I could have thrown up, probably, the visuals the man gave me were enough to make me vomit. I took deep breath, it was the most I could do as I was trying not to hit him prematurely. "Then why would you bother teaching me it?"

He seemed surprised that I had even replied to him at all.

"Why would you teach me all that bollocks if I was going to realise it all on my own anyway? Seems like a royal waste of time if you ask me." I retorted. Wondering how much confidence I would be handing over if I backed away now. I had the deep inset feeling that he would chase me if I moved, so I didn't.