[[Still NC-17, still for brief smuttiness, but you're safe for a while after this time]]

She didn't hear him come up behind her, didn't even feel him come up behind her, but then a hand was wrapped around her arm and she was being roughly dragged away from her dance partner, and she laughed, knowing who it was. She grinned innocently up at Angel's dangerous scowl as he yanked her away, waving a hand at her partner lest he think she was being manhandled against her will. Manhandled, yes. Against her will, not so much. She happily trotted alongside him until they got to the stairs, and he shoved her ahead of him, and she skipped up the stairs, bounding up a few ahead so she could spin around and wiggle her eyebrows at him. He caught up in two long strides and wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her the last few steps and nudging her not-so-gently toward the back room, and she shivered in anticipation. She'd asked for it, sure, but she wasn't sure she was completely ready for the fallout of her teasing.

There wasn't any trace of the amusement he'd had earlier; he was all business and all feral right now, and she actually backed up a step as he stalked her into the back room. This wasn't lust driven Angel, pouncing to get a taste. This was dangerous, leopard Angel that apparently intended to play with his food. He pursued her into the room until she was backed up against the same wall she had been earlier. But this time, she was fully aware of the door slamming shut without anyone having touched it, aware of the way his eyes flashed as he got into her space and pinned her against the wall without touching her. A muscular arm on either side of her, preventing escape, and she was trapped within the circle of his body. "I'm not gonna tolerate watching a girl I've fucked go down and press all over other guys. Got it squire?" His voice was more a growl than actual words, but she got the gist, and nodded. She definitely hadn't been prepared for this. Equal parts frightened and turned on, she could only wait to see if he accepted her acquiescence.

He smirked, which didn't do anything to make him look less dangerous, and he moved his arms. "Wish I could trust you, squiregirl." He growled. He dropped to a crouch in front of her as her pants vanished, leaving her lower half laid bare to him. She actually felt nervous being so exposed, but the nerves melted as he buried his lips against her core. She gasped, not having expected that, and reached to tangle a hand in his long, silken hair. He chuckled against her flesh, sending a flash of heat spiraling through her body. ~Uh-uh squiregirl.~

She felt something around her wrists, pulling her hands from him until they were hooked behind her back, loosely tied together with a length of rope. She could have maneuvered out of the tie- which she was sure was the point of it being so loose- but she didn't dare as he continued to taunt her with his teeth and his tongue. Her muscles tightened, and she gasped again, knowing she was close to losing control, but the second her muscles twitched, he pulled away from her, leaving her panting, confused, and still exposed as he rose to his full height once more. "Please." She managed past her labored breathing, but he only smiled darkly again, and she had a feeling this was more about learning a lesson than any real pleasure.

He leaned slightly down and once more reached to hook his hands behind her thighs to lift her up to him, but his hands were rougher this time, his crotch pressing against her was harder than before. Her hands still helpless behind her back, he was the only leverage keeping her up, and he hitched her up, dislodging her legs from around his waist, as he moved his hands from the backs of her thighs to her ass. She hadn't realized he'd shed his own pants- or maybe he'd just now done so- but then he was entering her and she cried out. Already on the edge from his tongue play, she could almost feel her orgasm on her again, but he stopped thrusting as he buried himself deep in her. She could barely catch a breath, feeling his cock stretching her inner walls, his hands almost bruisingly hard on her ass. Then teeth were at her neck and she cried out again, her muscles contracting around his cock, and she felt the bite on her neck. Despite what should all be pain, though, the pain was only the edge of her feelings, pleasure being the main sensation. Gods, she was more masochistic than she'd ever have guessed.

"Say my name, squire, and I'll finish this."

Part of her wanted to defy, didn't actually want it to end, but the smarter part of her managed, "Angel, please."

He suddenly moved to slam into her with faster strokes, and she toppled over the edge, calling out his name again. He growled, which slipped into a feral roar, and finally his strokes slowed until they were both motionless, her still pinned against the wall, his body leaning against hers. She felt the ties fall from her wrists, and she reached to wrap her arms around his neck, hoping to keep herself from falling to the ground. She didn't trust her legs to hold her yet.

After a few seconds, he moved to set her down, and she felt the soft leather wrap around her legs once more, but she didn't mind it as much this time. Her neck throbbed and she reached to touch the bite, feeling the tenderness that usually accompanied a bruise; the same tenderness she could already feel on her thighs and ass. Angel smirked at her and manifested a hand mirror to hand her and her jaw dropped at the sight of the hickey on her neck. "You gave me a hickey you asshole!"

He was still smirking, pleased with himself. "It'll tell other males to stay the fuck away from you. That way I get to keep from maiming anyone and get to stay in Sanctuary."

"You are SUCH a possessive ass!" She stalked past him, but her ire was feigned. He could still smell the arousal in her, but he appreciated the effort it took for her to pretend to be angry with him after what he'd done to her. What really bothered him were her words. Possessive. He wasn't possessive over her- well, he was, to a degree, but only because he'd screwed her and then she'd gone on to push his temper by rubbing herself all over other males with his scent still on her skin. It'd have driven any Were to the brink of fury. It wasn't because of her in particular. It was simply him, marking the territory he'd claimed tonight.

She stomped down the stairs, equally parts furious and thrilled. One the one hand, she was pissed beyond measure that he'd mark her up like she was his property, but on the other hand… it said something that he'd done so to her when the Weres made it very clear that the one nighters were strictly one nighters and nothing more. No feelings, no next day calls or texts, no further contact that could be construed as relationship-y or possessive. And here Angel was possessing her of his own free will. It was enough to make her high.

She didn't even have any makeup to cover it with, how annoying was that? All she had was some tinted chapstick and mascara. She fluffed her hair over her shoulder, hoping to conceal the mark as best she could, as she reached the bar, and predictably her sister and Bambi were both practically salivating for details.

"The hell were you thinking?"

"You realize you're ridiculously lucky he didn't just start ignoring you."

"And by the way, little miss thing," Brynna interrupted Bambi before she could go full pessimist mode, "Don't think I didn't notice on the dance floor that you're not wearing the jeans you came in with."

That last observation actually made Ali blush beet red, thinking about the feel of Angel's fingers under her waistband, the sharp rip of fabric pulling from her skin, and Brynna and Bambi both quietly shrieked. "What happened to your jeans Lili?!"

"They… didn't hold up as well as I'd have hoped." She said, grinning smugly as Brynna's jaw dropped and Bambi's eyes widened, her skin almost going green with envy.

"Lili what happened to my sweet, darling baby- what is that?" Brynna's voice suddenly took on a suspicious edge and before Ali could stop her, she'd brushed Ali's hair back behind her shoulders, putting her hickey on display. "Lili!" Hers, Bambi's, not to mention Colt and Kyle's- who were behind the bar listening to the girls gossip- eyes all dropped to her hand and she laughed, lifting both palms for inspection. "I'm clean guys, relax. It's not that big a deal, I just ticked him off is all."

Bryn and Bambi started talking over one another, giggling in a girly fashion and Kyle rolled his eyes and chuckled as he moved to help some pretty girls down the bar. Ali was pretty sure she was the only one who noticed the odd look Colt had in his eyes as he, too, went to help some other patrons.

"So," Angel turned as Colt's disapproving voice sounded right behind him. "Nice mark on the squiregirl."

"I was tired of watching her rub all over other males."

"Noticed that when you dragged her ass off the dance floor and to the back room… for the second time in less than an hour."

"You got a point Colt?" He snarled, annoyed even further when Colt simply shrugged that damnable shrug of his.

"Just that you're getting awfully territorial over a random fuck in the back room."

Angel lunged for Colt's throat at his words, but Colt had been prepared for the assault and tossed Angel easily off him, his eyes narrowed with the effort of containing his power. Angel was usually smarter than to test Colt's patience with him; he left that to stupid assholes like Trip and Jasyn. Despite the fact that his friend wouldn't ever turn any of the residents in, facts were that he was a Sentinel, and had the power to put any of them in their place pretty fucking fast.

But that didn't mean he had to stand by while Colt badmouthed Ali.

The realization of the game Colt had just played hit him like a punch in the face, and he fell back as Colt smirked. "Like I said. Awfully territorial." He turned to leave, leaving a snarling Angel behind him. "I don't like her, Colt."

"Didn't say you did." Then he was too far in the crowd to continue the conversation lest Angel wanted it heard by every Were in the damn place. Angel glanced at the bar, but Ali hadn't seemed to notice his confrontation with Colt. He watched her laugh and play with her sister and her friend, almost wanting to smile to himself. But he shook himself off and growled, making the decision to leave her on her own the rest of the night. Between the mark and his scent covering her practically head to toe, no one would touch her. That would be enough for him. He'd gotten attached enough for one night, Colt was right. He was best to back off from now on.