Arrival ....
As I looked out the window, fluffy white clouds, forming various animal shapes drifted by rather effortlessly, much like the sex I’d had in the bathroom on the plane, it was easy for me to fake it, although the man was handsome enough, he smelled dead, lifeless. But then most humans had that aroma about them; at times it would make me nauseous, and
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I finished getting dressed and kissed Eve goodbye which then led to more uncontrollable sex before I finally managed to leave the house. I was headed to the magic store and needed some more stuff to kill some more people to make sure Wolfram and Hart realized I was serious. I had already managed to kill three of their top clients, it was time for the Senior Partners to take me seriously.
Being evil made me hungry so I called Eve and told her I was going to eat before going back home so I walked towards the little restaurant with an outdoor patio and followed the hostess to my table and then I saw her.
The most beautiful woman I've ever seen. She looked absolutely breathe-taking.
I knew right then that I had to get to know her. I sat down and ordered a sweet tea and then called the waiter over, "I want the most expensive wine you have, send it to that woman over there. Thanks." I said as I slipped the waiter a hundred bucks.
"Expecting someone?" I wrote on a napkin and called the waiter back over, "Hand this to her too please." I said calmly as I flipped through the menu.
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Pulling long tan fingers through my hair, I sighed and went back to peruse the menu. As my eyes scanned the menu, I felt it again, smelled him, and was almost in a panic, but I kept my head down, slowed my breathing, if he were a wolf as I well, I didn’t want my scent to give me away.
Almost apologetically, the waiter intruded, my solitude, handing me the napkin, as if with a smirk. Glaring at him, I nodded approval at the wine.
I could feel the power in the napkin, his electricity was different, the writing demanding, even though it was a question, it was almost an order.
For once, I felt something that made me giddy. It didn’t take long to spot him, sitting alone; he was a fighter, not wolfen, or lycan, but something else. Willing him, he looked up, and took me in with one look that hit deep.
My mind began racing, fantasizing, and that I’d never done before. What great pleasure I’d have in taking him on that table in front of everyone, ripping his clothes off, but I couldn’t, and never one to show my own cards so to speak, I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much he interested me or how much I desired him not to mention, he could be there to kill me.
Caution told me to look away, to leave, the heat rising in my body told me to take his challenge.
“You,” I mouthed to him across the room, licking my lips.
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I got up, taking my sweet tea and sat down across from her, not asking. I put my drink on the napkin and looked at her, my eyes locked on hers, there was something differen about her...something dangerous. I could see it in her eyes.
"I'm not going to have to fight off the angry jealous boyfriend am I?" I ask, although it doesn't matter what she says, I'm not going anywhere.
I kept my eyes locked on hers, "Suggest anything off the menu?" I ask noticing she's had hers for a while. "Or just looking and checking everything out."
I take the bottle of wine that's left on the table and pour two glasses and hand one to her, "To new acquaintances." I say holding my glass to hers as they clink together; "I'm Lindsey."
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Glancing at his fingers, I looked for a wedding band, not that I cared particularly. The faint smell of blood wafted up to my nose, causing my nostrils to flair, quick healer as well.
Hell swirled around him, as if it were a mantle he’d worn proudly and then tossed aside, when he saw something more pleasing, and as he looked at me it felt as if he might be tossing something else aside, my mouth moving into a wide seductive smile, as I clinked my glass against his.
“Jealous boyfriend?” my brows arched as my eyes danced with his, “I’ve only just arrived. Besides I’ve never found anyone who shared my appetite … my passion.”
The warm liquid felt good in my mouth, I had to control my swallow not to give myself away.
“Hello, Lindsey,” my voice low, “I’m Laurel, and yeah, I’m checking things out,” my eyes traveled his well-toned body, “nothing on the menu I’d suggest, but then, this is my first time.”
“Yes, new acquaintances, is that what you are Lindsey? My new acquaintance?” my voice purred, teasing him.
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"Well my next question was jealous girlfriend, but I can see that you're still looking. Funny thing...dating." I say as I drink some more wine and then get up to walk behind her and lean over her side and point to something on the menu, "The Pasta here is amazing, I would highly suggest some Alfredo or something along those lines." I say as my hand moves and touches her, resting for a moment before I flip the page for her, "The Lasagna," I say pointing to it on the menu, "Is pretty good too, unless of course you wanted something different. Something more American, something Southern?" I ask whispering against her ear as I move and then trail my fingers along her neck as I kiss her cheek before moving to sit back down.
"So what'll it be Laurel?"
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“You’re a smart man, you figure it out.” I lowered my voice, inclined my head to the right, eyes smoldering with lust. My incisors wanting to bite him, but for him I’d give the choice.
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I stop and then push her against the brick wall of the restaurant and catch her mouth in a passionate kiss, my lips on her. My entire body on fire as we kiss, my hands starting to roam over her body; getting bolder as the kiss deepens.
I move my head and assault her neck as I kiss softly along her neck and then whisper against her ear, "If we can wait long enough to make it back to your place." I whisper as my hips grind against her, pinning her between me and the wall behind her.
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He is strong, and for now I let him think he’s stronger than I, my breathing, heavier now, heart racing.
Closing my eyes, I feel him hard against me, sucking in his scent allowing it to fill me to the brim; he is my match in every way.
Glancing around, I put my hand on his chest, I can feel his heart beating strong against my hand, the aroma of my own wetness, makes me sigh, my nipples hard against the soft silk top, almost are part of him.
His neck so close, and yet so far, this is a creature I must respect, and give him a choice.
Not here mortal, one hand moves to tease him, palm flat against his crotch, there too I can feel the blood pulsating, in an erotic rhythm calling me to ride him there.
Eyes narrowing into two slits, I question him. “A one night fuck, or fucking for eternity, I can give you immortality, if you chose?” Stroking him slowly, I feel him flinching beneath his touch, “you must ask for it.”
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I feel her hand on my crotch and instantly arch to her touch, damn this woman, I almost just begged for it, but I'd never do that. It's definitely not my style. I'm too strong and independent for that.
She looks at me her eyes locked on mine as she poses a question to me, "What is immortality? Darlin' death ain't nothing but a heart beat away...I've died twice and been to hell and back, immortality is overrated." I counter as I bite along her neck as I grind against her hand.
None the less it doesn't hurt to at least see what she means, I'm intrigued by this woman after all. "Give it to me...give me immortality, give me eternal life...give me the ability to fuck you until...well forever. Make me."
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First, I’d change him as most hybrids are, once turned, he’d drink of me and then, his ascension would be something beyond mortal, beyond wolf … almost an ancient. Breaking every pack law, I didn’t care the consequences, he wasn’t pure blood, but I’d make him my blood.
He didn’t beg, he demanded the sounds of his voice caressing the fine hairs of my ear drum almost making me organism right there, my body allowing him the knowledge of the power he could hold over him. He and I would always be a match of wills.
“Oh, brave are we? Nothing forged by man will be able to kill you, if you can survive it, that is.” I hissed at him.
In a second I was out of his grasp, knees bent, weight on my feet, my mouth over his crotch as if to give him a blow job, instead teeth out, jaws placed above the tight budging appendage that was his manhood, I clamped down, canine incisors cutting through the fabric of his trousers, giving him the tiniest of nicks, that is how I would take the man I’d allow to be my alpha male, giving up at least for now, any infidelity I might desire, ending only at his death. If he didn’t measure up, I’d eat him, he had offered me southern food after all, but somehow his not measuring up, well, that seemed highly unlikely.
His moan made me grin, as if he expected more, as quickly as I’d bent down to nick him, even more quickly I stood up.
Feral face showing, two long pearly white fangs sunk into the soft flesh of his neck, like a vampire, I sucked in his blood making it mine so that later he could do the same, if he survived the night.
His flinch was indiscernible, this one was use to pain, maybe that would make the change easier on him. No man had ever survived both rituals, but this man seemed different he reeked of it.
I could smell another woman on him, her scent was strong, and that was her death sentence. If he survived, I’d fuck him in front of her, and then he’d kill her, and if he couldn’t well, he’d die with her.
We seemed cut out the same cloth, sharing wasn’t a word in his vocabulary either, or at least I didn’t think it would be.
Now I could hear his heart beating in my ears, blood morphing him internally, speeding through his veins changing his metabolism, a slave to the moon, until I allowed him to drink my blood that would come with her death, then he could change at will.
“Wolves mate for life,” I grinned watching for any change facial expression, my fingers interlocking into his, pulling him along.
“By your smell, I gather you don’t live alone,” still bleeding, I sucked on his neck, his sweet blood calling me to change, to go feed, but I had to wait on him, I couldn’t feed again until he killed.
There was no fear in his eyes, and he began to feel the first changes, I was surprised he felt them so quickly, more a change in senses, the pain, that would come much later.
Pulling him along, to the taxi stand, I gave the attendant the address, then pushed Lindsey back into the shadows, now his back was against the wall, my back against his front, and my right hand between us, I slipped it into his pants, touching for the first time his pulsating head, his hands on my hips, aching to do the same, but the light prevented it, as did my stance, but he was not one to be mastered, and as his left hand made it’s way under my dress, I allowed him to touch me, to feel just how wet he had me, then pulling my hand out of his pants, I stepped forward separating us, turning on my heel to look at him.
“Eternity is going to be fun with you,” the words rolled out of my mouth like sweet candy, hiding the truth to the monster that lay within.
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