This chapter only has one song. Fire Breather, by Laurel. I suggest you play it before, or have it on repeat while reading this. I know I had it on repeat while I was writing it…

Once I was dressed in black skinny jeans, a loose black and white top that stopped just below my belly button and a pair of black boots, I walked out to greet Myrnin. He was wearing what he usually wore; white button down shirt, rolled up to the elbow, black jeans and brown, scuffed boots. His hair was ruffled and hanging down softly, and I wanted to run my hands through it. Feel each soft stand as I tangled my hands while he kissed his way do-

Whoa! Where the fuck did that come from?

His eyes slowly raked down my body and I cleared my head, "you can stop undressing me with your eyes any time soon."

He finally met my gaze and smirked, "because you'd rather me undressing you with my hands," his head cocked, "or even my teeth."

My eyes widened as I visualized that possibility, and Myrnin started laughing. "You look like a dear caught in the head lights, love."

He stepped forward offering me his arm and I shook out of my reverie, and took it, looping my arm through it. He walked as out of the lab and pulled open the door of the waiting Bentley. I sank down into its leather seat as Myrnin slid in next to me. He nodded to the driver, and we sped away from the labs.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere."

"Ugh. What kind of car is this? Like I know it's a Bentley but what?"

"Bentley R-Type Continental. Modeled in 1956, and it is one of 206."

"Huh." I frowned when we sped past Morganville's town sign, "Myrnin, where we going?"

Myrnin turned to look at me. "New York." He stated.

"What? For how long?" I asked, incredulous.

He shrugged. "Only a few weeks. About a month and a bit."

"What?" I said again. "I haven't even packed! Does Michael know about this?! We can-" Myrnin's lips came crashing down on mine.

I went rigid in my seat, my hands gripping themselves in a death grip, but when he raised a hand to gently cup the side of my face I relaxed into him, kissing him back with a fever. An arm reached around me and unclipped my seat belt, but I barely noticed it as Myrnin bit down on my bottom lip, and I gasped. Both of his arms pulled me onto him, so I was straddling his lap. His hands traveled down my back, and the both met as my ass and he pulled me closer, while he kneaded my flesh roughly and I gasped again.

This time he took advantage of it.

His tongue slipped inside my mouth, having a quick battle with mine that he won. He growled low and deep, thrusting his hips slightly as I mewled and wrapped my legs around his waist. He explored my mouth, pulling me closer and closer, his movements getting rougher and faster as we sped down the dark highway. I lived out my fantasy from earlier and thrust my hands into his hair, my fingers curling around his locks, before I settled at playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. His lips left mine, kissing my face, my nose, my eyes, he traveled across my jaw, nipping at my ear as he pulled my head back roughly and I arched my back, pressing myself into him. He snarled, letting his fangs snap down.

I shivered, ready to pull away before it got dangerous but Myrnin's arms tightened as he traced his fangs across the sensitive skin of my neck. "You're mine…" He hardly even got the words out coherently. His tone was dark and possessive. More primal than human, and I knew he was losing himself to the monster. I relaxed in his arms, and gently lifted his head.

His fangs were still out, his eyes dark and wild as he twisted his features into a snarl. I raised my hands to his face, gently tracing his cheek bones, my touch feather light and he started to calm.

"Yes, Myrnin. I'm yours." I said the words quietly, my voice steady even though I was nearly shaking from head to toe. His hold on me dropped but he kept an arm around me as he raised his other, his hand tracing the curve of my bottom lip. I turned my head, kissing the inside of his wrist. His eyes softened incredibly, the black leaving them as he came back to himself before they returned to their swirling brown.

"I'm so sorry, Claire," his voice was husky as he flicked his gaze from mine to my lips which were still pressed against his wrist. I nuzzled into his hand, "don't apologize, Myrnin. You didn't hurt me."

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and opened them again. "You just look so hot when you're angry. But to answer you, we have bags in the back and Michael knows, in fact it was his idea."

I nodded, still to fazed to do anything with this information. I slipped off his lap and instead snuggled into his side, and fell asleep on his shoulder.