Loss of Control
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, except for the rather strange and twisted plotline.
As Selene's arousal increased, she could feel bloodlust rise within her. She could small the blood Viktor was brushing across her face, almost taste it in her mouth. She had heard the rumours: some vampires turned as many mortals as they could, just to taste human blood, the more sadistic vampires in the Coven often fed off other vampires, or fed others themselves. And of course she had heard the whispers of a powerful clique of aristocrats who fed without turning and risked their lives to taste human blood. Was vampire blood the same? The Death Dealer didn't know, for she had never drunk another vampire's blood. If this doesn't stop, I'll be dangerously close to losing control and biting Viktor. Shit. He'll kill me. But she couldn't distance herself from her emotions.
Slowly, gently, Viktor slid his fingertips over Selene's lips. Involuntarily she ran her tongue down his icy hand until she reached the gash on his wrist. Where's the cold detatchment you're famous for? She felt his arm against her spine, pulling her closer. "What's the point of being immortal if you can't enjoy the simple pleasures in life?" Leaning forwards, she touched her lips to her Sire's. He didn't break the kiss, but ran his tongue across her lips as the last hint of brown bled from Selene's eyes. Distantly she realised that the only thing keeping her robe in place was the pressure of Viktor's body against hers, that neither the inner nor the outer door was locked, and that if anyone barged in no amount of kicking their insolent ass out would erase the image of her half naked with an Elder's arms locked aroud her. She also realised that she couldn't bring herself to care.
What has she done to me? How could Selene appear by chance in his life and break down emotional barriers that had taken centuries to create? First he'd turned her, knowing full well that if she ever found out what had really happened that night, she wouldn't hesitate to kill him. Then he'd began to feel guilt, even self-loathing over his actions, and now…I love her. Not just some primtive carnal desire, but actual feelings for her. And tomorrow you'll have to look her in the eyes and tell her that you have to kill her.
Selene pressed her head aginst Viktor's shoulder, desperate just to feel his skin beside her own. She could feel his chest rise and fall with every breath, hear his heart beating steadily. Without thought, her lips found his neck, trailing kisses over the artery there. Both their heartbeats, a little faster now. She felt, more than heard his gasp as her fangs grazed his skin. Selene's fingers fumbled with the buttons on her Sire's shirt.
A shadow of a smile flitted across Viktor's face as he watched Selene attempt to undo his shirt. He could taste her frustration, her rising need, her desire. The touch of her lips against his, of her fangs against his neck, had sparked something long-dormant in him. He cupped her hands in his own, transferring them to the back of his neck. He leaned into her, his lips tracing her cheek, the line of her jaw. Her hands pressed harder against his back. Slowly he touched his mouth to her neck, undoing his shirt while he worked his way down to her shoulders. His fangs slid down her neck and across her collarbone to the sound of her soft moans.
Bloody hell, no pun intended. Kraven is going to be so pissed when he finds out. He'll banish her. Erika grinned. If he doesn't kill her first. Perhaps someone should…inform him. Besides, it's rude to stare when people are…in this situation.