Summary: Desire. A tale of love, deception and betrayal. Let the Mebony/Ramony battle begin.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing, the Tribe and the characters and the property of Cloud 9 and Mr. Thomas.
Chapter Five
"Such a good little slut", Mega purred the second that Ram was out of ear shot.
I tried to protest but as his fingers continued up on their present course I could do nothing but let out a small whimper which seemed to amuse him.
"My, my", he sneered, "all of this grand talk about you being too hot to handle, yet underneath it all you are just like all of the others".
Nervously I look around slightly, hoping to ascertain if there is any way out of my current predicament or if everyone cannotice what is going on between us.
Yet all of these foolish worries caused by the impediments of society evaporated in a cloud of lust as he leaned in closer allowing his hot breath to heat up the side of my neck.
"Just like I thought, you have nothing to you", his words came to me shaking me out of my complacency and with a wicked grin I felt my old self returning.
"Poor little boy", I taunted, "all the goods on display", I alluded to myself, "yet only for a man's tastes".
All of the delusions that had once clouded my mind as to him being sap like were torn away as I saw the intensity of his glower and the gorgeous way that his lips tightened, I could tell that he was holding back a cutting remark but not to save her feelings but to concentrate myself on his hands.
Those oh so delightfully talented fingers of his had since stopped their torturing caress in favour of scratching deeply into my skin making me hiss.
"Never call me boy again", Mega warned darkly as he pulled my chair to the side of his.
"Or what?" I challenged as I felt the heat between us escalating, it was scalding yet neither of us backed down.
"Or I will show you how manly my tastes can me", he threatened pulling me with one swift movement off my chair and into his lap.
There I paused for a second as my breath stuck in my throat but backing down is not in my nature and I would not let him win this battle.
In a strong tone I sassed, "Bring it on, little boy", pronouncing the last two words slowly and mockingly as I licked my lips with an air of satisfaction, picking up my glass preparing to drink in honour to my victory.
SMASH
The sound reverberated around the restaurant as I dropped my glass yet I barely heard it as Mega's head descended with an almost animal like tenacity he plundered my mouth. Hot lips bruising mine, wicked tongue mocking and fangs all the while nibbling.
The outside world faded around us as our passions ignited and we battled for supremacy, the fight never ending as even when we were torn apart by our thirst for oxygen our eyes still flashed at one another demanding more.
In that moment, nothing else mattered, not the hundreds of eyes peering over at us, not the flustered waiters, nothing except the yearning to compete, to burn together and to immerge victorious.
"Had enough little girl?" He challenged as he held me to him possessively.
"Never", I growled in reply, running my nail hard enough to bruise across him full lower lip, before licking over my own in a primitive offering.
"Then let's declare war, and take it up a notch", Mega suggested. I could tell by the smug arrogance contained in his eyes he expected me to back down yet I would not, "To the bedroom we go", I rose and sauntered towards the lift.
Our heart rates excelled in perfect union as we prowled towards the lift, in all of history there would never be a night where such dominance, hatred, lust and greed were displayed.