It is her moon time
When there's iron in the air,
A rusted essence
Woman may I know you're there?

His eyes stayed captivated by the woman on stage. These clubs weren't something he'd usually frequent, maybe once in awhile when a good local band was playing. But he needed a nice beer and a good steady bassline in his veins. He thought he'd just kick back and relax, sink into the wall behind him and dissolve into the peeling paint, yet here he was, eyes fixated on the woman whose mass of dark curls framed her face and shoulders. He wanted to bury his hands into those curls and kiss her full red lips. Her voice...

Her voice was like dripping sex, low, sensual, passionate. It was like he felt every note inside him filling his head and overwhelming his senses. His tongue slipped out from behind his teeth to wet the lips that had suddenly gone dry. Their eyes had met. A harsh stare that he couldn't look away from. Oh he was going to make her his tonight. He was so sure of that.

Hey Wolf Moon, come cast your spell on me

Her dark melodic song came to a close and she stepped off the stage holding a glass of wine in her hands. Her brother slipped his guitar off his shoulder and grabbed her hand. "Tarva, be careful what you do tonight. You know it's-"

He had seen the way she eye'd that man across the room. He smelled the way her body got excited. Tarva was careless sometimes, throwing caution to the wind to get all the fun she could out of life.

Tarva held out her hand to stop her brother. "Seth, i got this. Don't worry. I'm not an idiot."

He let her hand go with a heavy sigh hoping that she'd continue to heed his warning. Seth set his guitar back in his case and busied himself with helping the other two members dismantle their set for the night.

Tarva sauntered her way over to the man who's attention she grabbed. Her lips curled into a smile. "Hey." she purred.

His blue eyes avoided her for a split second but she caught it. He was thinking, overwhelmingly so, but managed to keep a calm exterior. "Hey. I liked your set. Pretty cool."

He was trying to play it cool, lure her into his love trap that he so effortlessly got other women into. She tried her best not to chuckle and instead took a step closer to him, the tips of her breasts brushing against his chest. "You don't seem like the kind of guy that listens to my music. So why did you really enjoy it?"

She was smart, he gave her that. "Your lips."

Yourself in my mouth, will you leave me with your taste?

The answer seem to catch the girl off guard. He still had this in his control. Just the way he liked it. He continued to casually sip his beer and stare down at her hoping his seductions skills would get him out of here in no time.

"What about my lips?" she whispered against his skin.

He shivered slightly and leaned down to her ear. "I want to see what else they can do. Are they as talented as your voice?"

This time she didn't hold back her laugh. It was teasing, mocking and oozing evil. "You think you can say a few lines and get me into your pants huh? You must've really drank a lot tonight."

His jaw set in irritation. He wouldn't back down from a challenge no matter how much the challenge mocked him. Instead he brushed his calloused thumb across her bottom lip and cupped her face in his hand. "You like to be in control don't you? I can see it in your eyes. You're itching to claw at me."

Tarva nodded in approval. "Not bad. But i still don't go home with just anyone." Her brown eyes trailed down to his stomach where her hand was slipping underneath the hem of his shirt, feeling the taut skin underneath.

"Humor me." He smirked before leaning down to capture her lips with his own.

Her hunger was too strong. She couldn't deny it any longer. The way her nails sunk into his body with just that simple kiss she knew she had captured her prey for the night, or rather he had somehow charmed her enough to capture her. In the distance she heard Seth calling for her, anger within his tone. Her brother wanted her away from this mystery man. After all what brother wanted their little sister to go home with some stranger for a one night stand?

Before he could come any closer with his warnings Tarva took the hand of the mystery man and lead him to her car. "What's your name?"

"Does it matter?" Was his only response. She stared at him for a moment.

"Well, if you think you'll be able to make me scream your name I'd actually have to know it first."

His laugh was raspy but he granted her his name. "Dean. You?"

"Tarva."

Dean's first thought was 'what kind of name was that?' But with her golden skin and thick curly hair she seemed to have some sort of foreign blood with her. "Pretty." was the comment his mouth settled on.

She simply shrugged not really a fan of any comments regarding her name. "Get in you car and follow me to my place."

Dean watched her slip into her small vehicle before he retreated to his own truck. It was strange to have a woman who was so blunt and straight forward with him. Usually they clung onto him, wanting to make him breakfast in the morning before he slipped away. But it still made him desire her more, at least for the night anyway. He turned the key and started the ignition following Tarva out onto the road.

The drive was a bit long for his taste and for a moment he wondered if this woman was taking him to the woods to murder him. What a way to die. His morbidity didn't phase him though. He still hoped to get laid before she, perhaps, drove a knife into his chest and cut him up or whatever. The moon shone high above him, almost full, flittering through the trees. He tossed the butt of his cigarette out the window and sighed.

Beware, the woods at night

"Nice night to die." He pulled into the driveway behind Tarva, finally arriving at a decent looking country home. She walked up the short steps onto the patio her burgundy velvet skirt flowing behind her. Dean shuffled his way after her entering the home for the first time. He looked around the darkened rooms trying to makeout some sort of distinction between shapes. the only place the moonlight seemed to shine in through the windows was the kitchen, ominously casting a glow on the set of knifes hanging on the wall. Dean swallowed hard before he felt Tarva's delicate hands caress his shoulders.

Beware, The lunar light

Her fingertips slid under his leather jacket and slowly pushed it away from his body. He tossed it aside uncaring and almost turned into a puddle of goo when her nails raked gently against the tender flesh of his neck. He steadied himself against the door and closed his eyes feeling the scratching at the base of his spine.

"I know what you like." She teased. Her tongue lapped at the shell of his earlobe, her body pressed flushed against him now.

"I like just about anything." He growled. He attacked her neck with hot open mouth kisses, gripping at her ass with fevered hands rushing to disrobe her.

"Dean," Tarva warned. Her hand wrapped around his throat and pushed him roughly against the wall. "Behave will you?"

His blue eyes widened, his adam's apple flush against her palm. He felt the fabric of his jeans digging against his growing cock, his hips involuntarily bucking against the sweet friction. Her teeth was on his lip, biting down hard enough to draw blood.

"Follow me to my room." She commanded. She ascended the stairs beckoning him with her slender fingers to follow. He took a moment to regain his compsure, for his knees to stop shaking, and headed to her bedroom. His senses became overwhelmed as soon as he entered. Dean's head rushed into a sea of confusion, swirling almost nauseatingly fast. Somehow his clothes were ripped away from him and he was pushed onto the bed.

He blinked hoping to clear his vision. She was on top of him her lips twisted into a predatory smile. His hands were shaking as they mapped out the curves of her body. Her movements were like flashes of memory behind his eyelids, his senses distorted beyond compare. The only thing he felt was her heat on him, burning into his skin, and the sweet pain. Her nails dug into his flesh scratching at each layer of skin until blood was drawn. She marked his neck and shoulder with rough bites that had Dean squirming beneath her, rapid moans and pants mixing into the air around them.

Dean opened his eyes once more searching for her face. Tarva's lips were tracing patterns down his stomach before they wrapped around the head of his cock. His hands gripped at the sheets beneath him struggling to find some sense of ground.

"You drugged me didn't you?" He managed to rasp out.

"Please tell me when exactly I had time to do this. You're eyes were on me the entire time, weren't they? Just relax...you're only feeling this way because you're a human."

So in this gray haze we'll be meeting again

Wait, what? His thoughts were lost again when she returned her mouth to his cock, her soft lips sliding up and down his shaft, tugging at what she couldn't fit down her throat. He licked his lips as his eyes rolled back into his head, his hand lost in the sea of dark curls. Dean thrust his hips forward wanting to feel every ridge of her throat against his skin.

"More!" he growled out. He wasn't granted his request though. Instead his body met the soft blanket beneath him. The moonlight bathed his skin in a pale glow contrasting her olive color against him. Her eyes seemed to flash with a golden intensity as they locked hungrily onto him. The last thing he remembered was the sweet pleasure of his body sinking into her and the harsh pain of teeth digging into the flesh of his shoulder.

And on that great day

I will tease you all the same