Dean approached me the moment I stepped over the threshold. He gripped my arm and pulled me into a dark alcove behind the bar.
"Where is he?" He grits through clenched teeth, his eyes darted around. I furrowed my brow and tilted my head to the side.
"Whomever do you mean, Dean?" I asked innocently. I jerked my arm free from his grip and crossed my arms over my chest. Dean pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed as if speaking to a child. He began muttering to himself under his breath.
"…how you ditched… going to freaking kill me…"
I turned on my heel to survey the emotions of the crowd. The emotions in the air called to me. I felt the desire, the fear, the anxiety coming off of the patrons in waves. I inhaled deeply, feeding off of the energies in the room, rejuvenating my soul. As I moved to blend my way in, Dean's grip was once again on my bicep.
"At least stay close by. It's not safe out here this late." He griped. I snorted and rolled my eyes, what was with the big brother act?
"Dean, I still need to feed. I'm not in the mood to play with my food tonight. Get out of my way." I started to pull away.
"Fuck it. I'm not dying for you today." I heard growled, and I was shoved through the door in the alcove into the back office, his thick mahogany desk sat before a blazing fireplace, the room dark and devoid of windows. Typical of a vampire.
A door slammed, and suddenly I was locked in the office.
"Be a good boy, Dean. I'm not in the mood to play today." I laughed and raised a brow at him. I stood close to him and dragged my nails down his chest. Using the distraction to my advantage I pushed him and moved towards the door.
"Always need to have the last word, don't you?" He growled, crossing his arms over his chest. He began to circle me like a jaguar who was going to attack its prey. I saw his gaze run the length of my body, I smirked.
"Fine, have it your way." He groaned, he leaned into me, his gaze on my lips. I could taste the emotion permeating from his pores. I inhaled, feeding. I smirked and felt his lips graze the side of my neck. I sighed and leaned my head to the side to give him better access.
"I'm hungry, Dean…" I cooed, my voice sultry in his ear. I felt him shiver and his grip on me tightened. I could see the struggle in his eyes, his logic fighting with the desire and pheromones I was giving off. He bit his lower lip.
He leaned me back against his large wooden desk, sweeping his arm across it to scatter the contents across the floor. He leaned over me, trapping me against the wood with his two large arms. His fangs descended, his eyes glowed. With strong hands he spread my legs apart, standing between them, his chest pressed against mine. I could feel the heat of his body through his clothes, something firm pressed against me where our bodies joined. The lust swam in the air, I felt myself slowly gaining energy.
"My Kali...—" he began, when a crash sounded through the room. His thick oak door was shattered, splinters scattered across the floor. A broad figure darkened in shadow, with glowing crimson eyes blocked the doorway. A menacing growl emanated from the shadow, inhuman and bestial; its eyes fixated on the man standing before me.
Well, fuck. Look who's awake?
Pushing Dean away from me, I whirled on Rhys.
"Can't you knock? Or walk through the door like a normal person? What are you even doing here?" I screamed wagging my finger in his chest. He growled as I poked him. His eyes still fixated on Dean; the inhuman voice grunted.
"Get out. Before I kill you." The voice was layered, it felt old. My blood went cold. I looked up at him to realize his eyes were glowing, the flickering flames jumping out of their depths. His muscles were taut, as if ready to spring. His fangs were elongated, twisting his face in a snarl. I realized he was still shirtless. The brand on his chest glowed as well.
Dean raised his hands in surrender and backed toward the now open door.
"I'm sorry, man. She needed to feed, I had to keep her close." He rambled. Rhys twitched.
"You were to watch her, not sleep with her!" He screamed, picking Dean up by the back of his neck and tossing him out the door. Dean went flying. Now I growled and gripped the knife on my thigh, raising it swiftly to his neck and snarling in his face. This close a sweet scent mixed with cloves filled the air. I shook my head.
"Now listen here! You have no right to dictate whom I can and can not associate with. I am an adult, am not property to be controlled. I have no idea who you are, or why you are here. If you think taking out a few vampires means I owe you, or you have sort of claim on me, you can jog on." I ranted and spit at him. My chest heaved with effort, and I tried to look threatening to his significantly taller frame.
His features softened out, and he raised a confused brow. His eyes still eerily glowing. He gripped the blade of the knife I held at his throat and pushed it away. It didn't cut him. His fingertips trailed over my hips, and by my beltloops he pulled me flush against him. His head fell in the crook of my neck and I felt him inhale deeply. I shivered at his body heat and felt myself flushing. Gripping his shoulders firmly, I shoved him off me.
"Don't touch me! Who do you think you are—" I was cut off when his lips descended on mine, crashing aggressively against me. I mumbled into his lips and squeaked. For a moment I sank into the softness, revelled in the taste of candy. His tongue delved into the depths of my mouth, invading. I sighed and leaned into him. Quickly I regained my senses and shoved him away aggressively.
"Stop that!" I cried and ran to the other side of the room, holding my blades in front of me. His brow was furrowed, and he looked very confused. Then, he schooled his expression, and strode forward. He bent forward and placed one arm behind me, lifting me and tossing me over his shoulder.
"Come." The layered voice said. He strode toward the open door, I pounded on his back firmly.
"Put me down this instant!" I demanded, exasperated and embarrassed beyond belief.
"No." He said and exited the bar with me on his shoulder.