OMG HERE I UPDATED FINALLY!
Janes POV:
I could see Alec look at me with his evil look. He had thrown a pillow at me, for making that comment about him and Aro. But Demetri, he hit the pillow out if the way. He wanted me to be safe, no matter what was coming to me. He was so sweet.
I laughed harder when the pillow didnt hit me. Alec growled in response. I hugged Demetri closer, to protect myself. Demetri wrapped his arms around my back.
"Dont worry, he cant get to you," Demetri whispered in my ear. I smiled. He kissed the top of my head. Alec rolled his eyes. I stuck my tounge out at him. I took another sip of the blood in my cup, which sat on the coffe table.
"Honey, can we get some more blood? I barely drank anything this morning, and I'm starving." Heidi pleaded to Feilx, staring down at my own cup. He nodded his head and carried her out of the Guards Lounge. We stared at Alec, who was the only one left besides me and Demetri.
"I'm not going anywhere, just so you two could suck face again." He chuckled, shaking his head. We rolled our eyes, and I got up from the seat. "Where are you going?" He asked, blocking the kick that I sent towards his thigh.
"To my room. Come on, Demetri." I took hold of Demetri's hand and lifted him up off of the couch. Alec looked from me to Demetri and scowled. "Either that, where there's a bed, or here. But of course, you'd have to leave. Choose wisley." I smirked. He growled, then left the lounge, muttering something about stealing my youth. "I knew it." I smiled. Demetri pulled me onto his lap, and attacked my neck with kisses. I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from moaning, I didn't want to give in that easily. But it was easier with him. I teasingly ran my tounge across his ear, enough for it to tickle him just right. I smiled to myself as I felt him go hard.
"God, why do you do this to me?" He groaned, grabbing my waist and laying me on the couch. I giggled.
"You know, we don't need a bed." I smirked, playing with his hair. His eyes brightened up, and he stroked my cheek. I kissed him passionatly, wrapping myself completely around him. Pretty soon I heard cloth rip, and I realized that i had ripped his cloaks. His body was perfect. His muscles were toned, and his pale chest and stomach were smooth. My long nails scratched his back as he placed kisses down my neck, stopping just at my chest and moving back up to my lips. I knew what he liked. Painful love was his favorite type. Neither of us ever regretted the scars or cuts we gave each other. It reminded us of how much we loved each other, because it wasn't just sex. It was love.