She was going to kill him. She walked up the stairs with such anger coursing through her body, and she knew he could feel it. She had pushed her way through the doors of the club with such anger, that she had cleared a path right through the main body of dancers. The people looked at her with surprise, then annoyance, then absolute fear. The look on her face... The music still thumped through the walls hard, she could feel it in her feet. She could feel all the blood in the room. It tightened her belly and made her moist. But it wasn't enough to deter her. She would find him and she would kill him. She had come to the stairs and moved up them quickly. When she reached the doors she made no attempt to knock, no attempt to make her presence known.
But he knew she was coming, of that she had no doubt.
She kicked in the door. Her anger had caused her to act without even thinking. She looked directly across the office to the couch and found what she was looking for. There he lay, lazily sprawled, a pale creature on top of him, shuddering. It angered her. She was going to KILL HIM! Her feet were moving toward him of their own volition. He looked up from the crook of the pale one's the neck at the whirlwind approaching him. His eyes looked amused which incited her even more. She reached him and in one complete motion pulled the woman off him by her hair. It happened so fast, the woman fell screaming and bewildered to the floor. Then she fell on top of him. Her fingers went directly for his throat, but he caught her hands easily and pushed her off him. The fell from the couch to the floor with a bang which momentarily knocked the breath out of her but she did not care. He straddled her waist, holding her wrists to the floor easily over her head. He looked to the disoriented blond on the floor and grinned.
"Go! I must be alone with this one." The blond was terrified, and just scurried out of the broken door like she was commanded.
She wiggled and fought under his grasp and he only laughed softly. She was angry but the laugh still turned her on. His very presence made her want to rip off his clothes and mate. She was his master, but she wanted to scratch his eyes out. He looked down at her, grinning and transferring her wrists to one hand to trace the other down her body.
"So, my little one, you have caused quite a stir."
She wanted to spit in his face.
"I knew it wouldn't be long before you came back, but I really did not expect you to be back this soon."
She spit in his face.
"Fuck you!"
He pulled away from fondling her breast to wipe his face. But he seemed even more amused by her protest.
"Soon," he crooned. "Soon enough." She fought him, bucking her hips and writhing in his grasp. He only grinned and moaned, running his hands down his body to grasp his cock in his tight pants. "Definitely soon, my little one." She growled softly and bucked her hips to try to get him off her. He only laughed and bent to rub his lips across her neck.
"I hate you! Get off me!!"
He grinned and pulled back to look in her face. "Yes. But you want me. It's a curse, baby. You're mine."
"The fuck!" She was growling louder now, and he moved his face back down to her neck. She groaned, feeling the lips on her neck. This did not stop her fighting, if only she could get her hands free. She felt his lips at he neck open and then she felt his teeth.
No, her body cried, oh God no... If he... if he...
But her body screamed, YES!! YES!!
She felt his teeth and it bit down into her neck. She moaned despite herself. Her eyes closed and she gasped as her stomach quivered. He let her arms go and they wrapped around his body instinctively, moving, ravenous and hungry. He moved his legs and hips down her body to rest between her legs and her hands began to pull at his clothes even as he drank from her. She needed him in every way. His hold tightened on her as he pressed his swollen masculinity against the center of her spread legs. The short skirt she wore was no barrier to him and he smoothed it up her thighs to get the heat of her closer to his cock-strained pants. He knew what she wanted as well as he knew his own thoughts. He could feel her body calling for him. But she would have to work for it. To ask. She had to admit her place.
The small noises she made thrilled him, she couldn't deny the pleasure he was giving her. She had come home, she had starved herself of his presence for long enough. He was tired of the nights hunting without her. She lifted her hips and pressed herself harder against him, purring softly in her throat. He laughed, pulling back finally with a deep breath that tickled her ears and rolled down her body.
