Alex, you shouldn't be edoing this, you shouldn't be with him. Was what her mind was telling her. But her body said differantly, screamed differently.

After she had readjusted the straps of both shirt and bra, Alex had left the dojo, her hunter and prey in tow. She led him down the street without a word, though her hand never let his go. She needed to touch him, she needed to feel his flesh she needed him. Her hand felt as if it were smouldering all the while, renewing the fire in her body.

Just a few blocks away was the Kings Brewery. An inn she frequented due to her lack of a home. Even as she walked though, she could not help but watch him, smell his scent. She wanted to press herself against him fully. No boundries, no limits. Her body ached for his touch, his caress on her skin.

What curse had he put on her to make her want him so? Was it truely something he had done? Or was it her own hidden passion that he brought to the surface with such a simple gesture? She did not know, and that fact alone scared her, terrified her. Did he have some sort of control over her?

While she was skipping around in her mind her feet lead the way to the tavern. But her common sence was starting to kick in again, her mind fighing over control of the situation.

As the walked up the steps she stopped, dropping his hand as if she had been shocked she looked at him, worry in her eyes as she turned to stair at him. She was not afraid of him. Of course not. His power maybe since she did not know what he could and could not do, but not of him. What she was afraid of most tho was herself. Why was this one man making her feel this way? Igniting her skin with just a brush of his hand, a touch of his lips.

She looked down at the hand she had held his with, surprised to see it whole and not reduced to cinders.

She held her trembling fingers near his face as she tentitivly touched his cheek. Who was he really? Why did she feel this way about him?

He saw her hesitate again and he wondered if she was not a virgin.
With little effort he slid his arms behind her. One against her shoulders and the other just under her butt. Then lifted her into his arms like a prince would to his damsel.
He climbed the rest of the stairs to the top, holding her close against his chest. He stopped and nuzzled her. "Which room?" he purred.

She shook her head strongly as she read his worries. "No! It's... It's not that." She said. Of course she had been with a man before! She was Leona, she had slept with Nikki Sixx of all people, She would have gotten Tommy, but he was already busy with some brunett...

But if that wasn't it, what was it? The way he looked at her, the way he touched her. It was almost posessive. She breathed in sharply, needlessly as he plucked her up with out effort, carrying her thorugh the door and up the steps to the rooms. His power. The ease he moved with even with her in his arms.

As his head lowered to hers, nuzzling as she brought her lips to his skin, flittering against what she could. His cheek, his chin, nose, forhead.

"Room three..." She whispered as she clung to him, fighting the urge to curl up in his arms.

He crossed the corridor casually. Holding the suspense as he checked the door's lock while still holding her.
The hand under her thighs began to claw across her cheek. Moving tentalizingly over the valley of her backside before finding what it was looking for and digging into her back pocket for the keys to the door.
He nudged the door open with his foot and stepped in. Shutting the door behind him again with his foot.
His smile turned into one of excitement and the arm under her sudden disappeared, letting her feet suddenly regain the ground as he still held her shoulders to keep her from falling.
With his now free hand he locked the door and dropped the keys before shooting back to grasp her hip as he kissed her deeply, passionately. Roughly pushing her into a wall as his hand tracked down to the curve of her thighs.

Leona could feel every touch even through the kahki colored demin. His hands seemed to burn right through her clothes. She gave a nip at his shirt as they moved into the doorway. She could feel his hand in her pocket, invading her personal comfort zone. How dare he! SHe snarled in her mind. Yes.. How dare he stop. He coudn't do that...

A whimper escaped Leona's lips as he let her slid to the ground, she didn't let go of him she coudn't. To let go was to wither away... She coudn't stand it...

Her eyes opened wide as he pulled her close. Leona was startled by his speed, his strength as he forced her against the nearest wall. She resisted his kisses at first, trying desperatly to turn them away, to push him away. But she could not. Not only was he too strong, but her body was no longer responding once more as he seemed to take posession of it.

Her hands ran under the hem of his shirt as her mind screamed at her to stop. They moved up further as her hands wanted more, running along his chest.

He let out a soft breath as her hands went up his shirt. The feeling of her soft hands moving emploringly across his abs increasing his desire for her.

"Oh so kitten wants to play?" he purred, freeing his hands momentarily to rip his shirt open. Exposing his naked torso for her hands to feast upon.

He loved the touch, there was no denying it. To long had he gone without the touch of another. Willingly beleiving that he was born to live and die alone. But for the briefest moment he felt that it was a lie. That he wasn't alone. The feeling of her presence near him was enough to send shrills of long repressed hope tempering his mind and no matter how hard he tried to fight, his attraction slowly grew more.

"Does kitten want to play with me?" he teased, rubbing her stomach lovingly. His hand slowly raising her shirt with each rub until he felt the skin of her pelvis against his fingers.

Leona felt what his touch did to him. And in turn it made her own flame burn as she steped closer to him.

It was not only her hands that took pleasure in his now bare chest, but her eyes as well. Her hands circled his waist, runnign around the like of his trousers as she circled him slowly, her hand drifting as she walked. She leaned her cheek against his back, drawing it along slowly as well. She was once again the predator back in her own jungle.

She laid several slight kisses on his back before facing him again. "Yes... Kitty wants to play indeed... But just how should she have her fun with her new little toy?" She said in a low seductive growl.

(sorry dealing with a Best freind crisis)

He couldn't help but smile as she started to take control. Her circling reminding him of a wolf observing its meal. The feeling it gave him sent cold shivers running down his spine. He had never been prey before, never allowed himself the privilege, and now this girl was planning to prey on him.
And he wanted her to.

His hands circled around her waist. Feeling that his body would errupt any second if he did not have her.
"She may have fun with him any way that she wants." he purred back, his eyes glinting a mischievous light in the darkened room.

A quick glance behind Michael said that the curtians were drawn tight as always. Because she wasplaning to have a very busy night... No time to check before sleeping.

What are you doing you fool? Her mind rapped her sharply. Her eyes fluttered shut as the voice sank in. She didn't know. Why was she infatuated by this man? Why didn she want him so terribly? No, she didn't want him... She needed him.

As he wrapped his arms around her waist, Leona settled her hands on his shoulders. Her nose taking in his musky scent as she brushed her nose against his chest. Her tongue drew a line from his brestbone upto the V in his throat. He tasted as good as he smelt. Sweet and masculine. Yes...

Her hips moved close to his, she could feel his desire touching against her thigh through the layers of clothing. He was already wanting her, all ready willing to take her. But no. She was not ready. She wanted and expected certian things first.

"You want me Michael..." She whispered as her lips reached his ear. "So what are you going to do to get me?"

He exhaled in a long sharp hiss. The air escaping between his teeth as he thought of all the things he could do to her. Do with her.

His began making little circle motions with his fingers on the small of her back. Slowly increasing the sizes. His fingers poking deeper and deeper under the waistband of her pants on each pass. Teasingly stroking across her tail bone and into the valley of her behind.
"What am I going to do?" he asked her. He very slowly lowered himself to a crouch before her, his head level to her waist. His hands trailing down her hips to the lower half of her thighs.

"This is what I'm going to do."
Without a chance of second thoughts he leaned forward and kissed her abdomen. Then lower to the waist band. Then lower still.
His kisses becoming deeper and more wanting the lower he went all the while his hands sensaully rubbed her thighs.

The scent of her was overpowering and it took every ounce of self control not to just rip off her pants and take her. He wanted this to last, he wanted her to feel what it was like to be taken by a true vampire. To be fulfilled in every erotic way. To bring to life her most forbidden dreams.

He opened his mouth and latched upon the crook of her pants. His tongue pressing and pushing the material all around her privacy. His hands, no longer satisfied with just rubbing her thighs to entice her, was now gripping her rearmost muscles. His strong fingers kneading into her with wanting aggression. Preventing her from braking away as he fed upon her desire.

She grinned hungrely as he knelt befoe her. Yes, this was her kind of man. One who knew power and paid respect to it. Perfect.

Her eyes were lulled shut by his kisses, her hands leaned on his shoulders in case her knees gave out. He was slowly building the fire in her, but she had to wonder... How good would this feel had she not the thick denim preventing his mouth from tasting her? His motins made her moist and eager for him. His hands only helping the flames along.

Her eyes snapped open in a wile grin.

Pushing him backwards she quickly lowered herself to stradled his hips. She could feel his eagerness behind her, but it woudl have to wait. Forcing their lips together for a series of lustfull kisses as she sat on him she ran her hands along his chest. She then slid her hands to her own body, and when she knew he was watching, slid them up slowly, removing her shirt, exposing the pail skin below, held now only by thin black lace.

She leaned forward, pressing her chest against his as she once more met their lips. The bed, just a few feet away was forgotten by her as she began to have fun with her new little toy.

He grinned as she sat and pinned him. Her knees straddling either side. So she wanted to dominate as well? He pulled his knees up into a comfortable position. Very well.

He took her kisses like the sweetest fruit. His mouth gave to her willingly and lavished every moment. His hands once again found her legs and continued massaging them through the denim. His strokes becoming more and more powerful as his lust for her built.

He moaned encouragingly as she took off her shirt. His eyes becoming transfixed by the black lace that jealously hid her womanly chest from his touch.
He held her hips gently as she leaned back down to kiss. Their mouths connecting openly as they drew upon the other's soul to stay afloat.

His hands eventualy gravititated to the black lace around her back and after a moment of blind study, managed to release the clasp with little to no difficulty.
Their job done his hands traced their way back to her hips. Well, one of them anyway. The other had moved up to caress the mane of his lover. His fingers entwining themselves delicately within her hair to brush themselves back out like a comb. Moving her golden strands lovingly away to better see her eyes as they stole his soul again and again.

Her kiss turned into a nuzzle of approval as his hands found the clasp of her bra.

Giving a sigh as she felt his fingers in her hair she sat up again, leaning back against his knees. Her head tilted back slightly, letting his hands run through the tawny tresses, as the lace slid from her shoulders, tossed to parts unknown.

She had one goal now... To see him lose all control. He was still holing on now... But just how far chould she push him? Taking each of his hand in each of hers she guided his hands to the button and zipper of her pants, undoing them together.

She deliberatly touched his hands to the warmed flesh below her waist line as she peeled back the clothing just enough to reviel a matching counterpeice to her bra. She was waisting no time. He would lose control with her and she would love it.

He could toss her around like a rag doll, force himself on her if he wanted. And she wanted him to.

His eyes refused to look anywhere but at her. Her nude body stradling him to the ground was a shrine to the dieties he would willfully worship.
He paid his respects with his hands. Both reaching for her, playing with her tresses. Letting her hair tickle her skin as it fell feather light over her shoulders and as the black lace fell he moved to caress to the newly revealed skin of her breasts but before he could her own hands ensnared his. Guiding them lower to her pants. Coercing him to release the button and free herself from it.
She pushed his hands in between the blossom of her open trousers. His palm pressing softly against her abdomen.

She was warm to touch, bordering on hot as he slowly pet across her skin, his fingers slowly stroking across the black material. Her last defense between him and her warmth felt so insignificant now as his hand brushed over it, into it.
He purred, a look of predatory content crossing over his features as he watched her responses as he pressed lower with one hand. The other moving up under her arm to caress her back, lightly brushing her breasts as he did.

"So kitty wants to be petted?" he kooed. He shifted underneath her, rolling over with her still on top, his hand around her back supporting her so that when she fell, she fell without surprise or discomfort as he altered positions so he was laying over her, his hand still in her trousers. His fingers working over her lingerie like a predator toying with its prey.
"Does kitty want to be petted? hm?"

The strand falling infront hit her already sensitized skin, raizing the centers with excitement. She gave a little growl as she let his hands go, wandering around on their own accord. She leaned forward slightly, giving him better accest to the dark places he wanted to touch. "Just take them off, I'm sure you'll have a lot more fun then..." She whispered in a growl as she nuzzled his neck.

She grinned as she found herself benieth him. Someone was learning how to play with the little kitten finaly.

She opened her eyes, heavy with desire and wont as she reached up a single finger to place it across his lips, drawing it around their shape.

"Yes... She loves to be touched, to be kissed... To feel a power surging through her that only a man can give her." She whispered, looking up at him with hungry eyes. "Can you do all that Michael? Can you give me all that?"

His response was to kiss her finger lightly. Then he drew it into his mouth, lightly sucking on her fingertip as his boldness grew.

His hand below her waist exercised her limits. Cupping and pressing her. His fingers teasingly stroking across the outer limits of the material, contacting her naked skin before moving back over the lingerie.
Then in one powerful urge his hand slid up to her abdomen then pushed back down. His hand moving under the black lace to cup her warmth. His fingers brushing tentalizingly through her pubic hair as he found her flower below.

Her lustful eyes drifted shut as his hands wandered through the tight curls that were hidden benieth lace, his lips sucking delicatly on her fingers. A murmur of pleasure escaped her lips, but she was no where near content.

She could feel him teasing, testing, stroking as her head rolled slightly. Oh this was getting irating. All tease and no touch...

She inhaled a useless breath sharply though as his hand moved up her stomach and then down below to parts he had not yet touched. Her lips parted slightly as a sigh escaped them. Her back arched slightly, her silent way of asking for more.

Two fingers drew across her labia, pressing softly into the warm flesh as a third traced across her moisture until it found her sensitivity underneath its hood of skin.
He pressed his finger to it, pressing it against the underlying bone before tweaking it around in a circle. The rough finger print brushing against her nub without the mercy of stopping as his mouth above decended upon the breast she offered when she arced her back, devouring the nipple and aerola inside his mouth. Suckling lightly but insistantly.

Her habitual breath became airy. Each inhale a gasp, each exhale a sigh as he touched and teased her in ways that she had loved since Andrew had shown her the wonders of sex. She felt his lips suckling at the taught skin of her breasts, a look if sheer pleasure curled on to her face.

Her hands ran along his sides, up to his shoulders as she arched closer, hugrier. She had an insatiable apptitie for all things pleasurable, and she would not starve. Not tonight when she had such a yummy treat before her. Escpecialy one who's touch felt like a fire, especialy as he touched rather sensitive places, making her moan and even gasp slightly.

She curled her fingers into his hair as she brought her near cries into murmurs of pleasure. They slid down the sides his face as his mouth moved over her skin. She wanted him to sink his fangs in deep into the soft skin she offered. Anywhere. Just to feel him taking her blood, to taste his. What would it taste like, liquid fire? a sweet wine? She wanted to know...

"Come to me..." She whispered as she lead his head gently away from her body. But there was still too much fabric between them for her liking. Her pants and his blocked then from the utmost pleasure...

He rolled again, his hand not leaving her mound as he let her lay on top.
He cupped her conjuncture. Holding her essence in his palm as if to say her essence was now his. Her nether hair was so soft against his skin, like the soft fur of a feline.

He began removing her pants from the inside. His other hand sliding in to join the first as he slid the black lace away from her skin. His hands both tracing around either hip to massage her rear. All the while moving her pants lower and lower until they were around her thighs and out of his reach.

Allie lay almost weak as he rolled over again, she nuzzeled at his neck wantonly. He was teasing, touching, but no more. He was teasing. Oh how she hated being teased... His fingers were caressing, petting, holding. She wanted more. So much more.

She gave a moan as his hands caressed over her backside, following the curves of her form. She wanted so much more, and right now he, Michael, was the only one who could give her that. Gentle, smooth loving... Like his hands, so soft, both teasing and pleasing.

Her mouth moved over his chest sliding across the muscles. She could feel his pulse, taste the sweetness. She kissed his chest, leaving several light nips, tiny pin pricks of blood came forth, just enough for a taste. But that taste seemed to make her want him even more. His hands would feel her desire, her eagerness for him if they ventrued back to the velet curls then had teased just moments before.

"Are you going to tease me all night Michael?" Her whisper was a husky, breathless whimper. She wanted him to, she wanted him to keep touching, kissing, caressing her... But she wanted more too... Allie lay against him, nuzzling at his chest and neck, the sacred temple of her body settled against his eagerness. Her hips moved gently, caressing him with her body.

"Michael..." His whispered name was on her lips as a plea. She had started out the hunter, now she was the prey, she wanted to be the prey. She would beg to be the prey. "Please...." What did she want him to do? Drag her though heaven, hell and back... That was what she wanted.

His mind was torn. Even has his body and movements betrayed his desires his mind struggled to keep it professional. But his resolve was fading as the experience progressed. The wanting look of her eyes, her smell, her taste. The feel of her feminine chest against his. The erotic warmth of her body as she moved against him.

Her purr as he explored her. That soft, tentalizing purr that urged him on, sending him into greater levels lust for her. And her wimpers for him. Forcing him over the edge, his mind lossing what little control it still had.

Her last plea was the final straw.

Lying on him she could feel the subtle change as he became convicted. His grip on her became harder, more agressive. His hips began moving to match her own, pressing his eagerness into her.
And the look in his eyes changed. She was now a target for him to lust upon. A prey. His fangs grew inside a predatory smile. He would eat her forever.

His hands shot away from her body. Slamming against the floor to push himself to his feet with the sheer force of the action. Alex was thrown against the wall because it but before she could recover his was upon her. Hands pinning hers against the wall to hold her up as his lips assaulted her lascious neck. His teeth pressing but never breaking skin as he trailed across her jagular to her opposite shoulder.

When finished on her shoulder he pulled her away from the wall by the arm. Spinning her into the middle of the room as he unleashed a unique purr of his own.
One that would have scared lesser beings.