Almost
nothing , she amended as she watched him disappear down the
hallway.
She waited for a long time before she
reemerged from the mysterious back rooms back into the club. Her
eyes scanned the crowd, desperate to see him again. Finally she
spotted him, sharing a close dance with a young Gothic girl, whose
jet black hair was striped with bright red. She wore a leather and
chained halter top, short skirt, fish net stockings and leather
boots, and was plastered against him like a second skin.
Abigail tipped her head in defiance as she
leaned against the bar. Raven responded by sliding his hands down
his dance partner’s back and over the soft curve of her ass,
lifting her up to grind against him to the thundering, erotic beat
of the music. His eyes remained on Abigail as he began to kiss his
way along the young girl’s neck, his fangs noticeably growing.
He then kissed his new date, making sure
Abigail saw the exchange of their tongues and the prowess of his
kiss. Abigail’s heart began to race, and she was sure that he could
hear her heart beat thunder from across the room, because she was
sure she heard his moan in her ear.
She was tempted to grab a nearby man to dance
with as erotically as possible to punish him in the same way he was
punishing her. But that came with even more complications, such as
finding herself in the arms of another vampire who could be far
more dangerous.
She’d barely fended of Constantine as it
was.
So she opted to stand off to the side, head
held high, making him wish it were her instead.
Even though he knew that was her game, want
her he did. He felt the other girl in his arms, her body responding
to his, everything she had his to possess at his will, but it was
Abigail he wanted. She, who had denied him her kiss. She, who had
insulted him and doubted him.
It was a game to her, he knew that now.
Merely a dance around the flames, to see how close she could get
before she got burned. If he were a different person, her consent
would not have been necessary. He’d make her pay for her curiosity
much like Tracy Lynn before her. But because he wanted something
from her he could never take by force, he would wait.
She’d be in control. For now.
But there was no sense wasting a perfectly
good erection.
Walking backward he pulled the young girl
into a dark booth. Abigail watched as he pulled his date across his
lap. She ground against him and Abigail could tell that their sex
act was no longer simulated. His passion was too raw on his face,
her cries were too authentic. Abi knew he had penetrated her.
Her own pussy responded to the thought of him
being buried deep inside. It was a hunger foreign to her.
Especially when he bared his fangs and she wondered what it would
feel like to have them sink into the soft hollow of her neck.
The girl on his lap didn’t have to wonder.
She jumped as he bit into her, and then slumped against him as he
drank. Abi was so thrown by her body’s response to the erotic
nature of his feeding off of another human that she had to wrench
herself from his gaze and bolt for the door.
Outside Abi gulped big mouthfuls of fresh
air. What was happening to her? It was a story, one she hadn’t even
wanted when it was first presented. She had no real interest in
dangerous individuals and the deadly fascination from human
groupies. But the minutes she walked into the club she understood
the appeal – the intoxicating, dangerous appeal. She hadn’t been
able to stop her feet when they propelled her to darken the coven’s
doors once more. It was a bittersweet longing that as compelling as
Raven Crowe was, she knew she had to resist him no matter what.
She’d made the mistake of forbidden fruit before and it had cost
her dearly.
She didn’t want to make that mistake
again.
When she felt a little steadier she began to
make her way down the dark alley. Her shoes clattered against the
cobblestone. The moon filtered through the buildings while the wind
whistled
nothing , she amended as she watched him disappear down the
hallway.
She waited for a long time before she
reemerged from the mysterious back rooms back into the club. Her
eyes scanned the crowd, desperate to see him again. Finally she
spotted him, sharing a close dance with a young Gothic girl, whose
jet black hair was striped with bright red. She wore a leather and
chained halter top, short skirt, fish net stockings and leather
boots, and was plastered against him like a second skin.
Abigail tipped her head in defiance as she
leaned against the bar. Raven responded by sliding his hands down
his dance partner’s back and over the soft curve of her ass,
lifting her up to grind against him to the thundering, erotic beat
of the music. His eyes remained on Abigail as he began to kiss his
way along the young girl’s neck, his fangs noticeably growing.
He then kissed his new date, making sure
Abigail saw the exchange of their tongues and the prowess of his
kiss. Abigail’s heart began to race, and she was sure that he could
hear her heart beat thunder from across the room, because she was
sure she heard his moan in her ear.
She was tempted to grab a nearby man to dance
with as erotically as possible to punish him in the same way he was
punishing her. But that came with even more complications, such as
finding herself in the arms of another vampire who could be far
more dangerous.
She’d barely fended of Constantine as it
was.
So she opted to stand off to the side, head
held high, making him wish it were her instead.
Even though he knew that was her game, want
her he did. He felt the other girl in his arms, her body responding
to his, everything she had his to possess at his will, but it was
Abigail he wanted. She, who had denied him her kiss. She, who had
insulted him and doubted him.
It was a game to her, he knew that now.
Merely a dance around the flames, to see how close she could get
before she got burned. If he were a different person, her consent
would not have been necessary. He’d make her pay for her curiosity
much like Tracy Lynn before her. But because he wanted something
from her he could never take by force, he would wait.
She’d be in control. For now.
But there was no sense wasting a perfectly
good erection.
Walking backward he pulled the young girl
into a dark booth. Abigail watched as he pulled his date across his
lap. She ground against him and Abigail could tell that their sex
act was no longer simulated. His passion was too raw on his face,
her cries were too authentic. Abi knew he had penetrated her.
Her own pussy responded to the thought of him
being buried deep inside. It was a hunger foreign to her.
Especially when he bared his fangs and she wondered what it would
feel like to have them sink into the soft hollow of her neck.
The girl on his lap didn’t have to wonder.
She jumped as he bit into her, and then slumped against him as he
drank. Abi was so thrown by her body’s response to the erotic
nature of his feeding off of another human that she had to wrench
herself from his gaze and bolt for the door.
Outside Abi gulped big mouthfuls of fresh
air. What was happening to her? It was a story, one she hadn’t even
wanted when it was first presented. She had no real interest in
dangerous individuals and the deadly fascination from human
groupies. But the minutes she walked into the club she understood
the appeal – the intoxicating, dangerous appeal. She hadn’t been
able to stop her feet when they propelled her to darken the coven’s
doors once more. It was a bittersweet longing that as compelling as
Raven Crowe was, she knew she had to resist him no matter what.
She’d made the mistake of forbidden fruit before and it had cost
her dearly.
She didn’t want to make that mistake
again.
When she felt a little steadier she began to
make her way down the dark alley. Her shoes clattered against the
cobblestone. The moon filtered through the buildings while the wind
whistled
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