"I wanna feel the heat with somebody"

I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me) by Whitney Houston

PARALYZED BY SHOCK, indignation, and the effects of the weed, Sevyn's reaction was a beat too slow. By the time she acted, the boys had already scrolled through a few pictures and a short video. With a shriek of outrage, she blinked over to grab her phone before disappearing again into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind her.

Silence hung heavy for a moment before erupting into laughter. The boys had no idea their little thief was such an exhibitionist. Damn, she did make a pretty sight. She may be short but Sevyn possessed bangin' curves that looked sexy whether adorned in lace or completely bare.

"Those were hot as hell," Paul exclaimed, bouncing on his toes with excitement. He wanted to get his hands on her phone again and explore the rest of those pictures. "Is Sevyn a thirst trap?" He asked, trying out the new term Sevyn taught them, "Because those totally made me thirsty."

Marko snickered, biting his thumb. "Think there's more? We're getting quite the show tonight, aren't we?"

David couldn't get the video of her bouncing tits being freed from her t-shirt out of his mind. It was only a few seconds, but it was fucking sexy. He remembered her mentioning the phone's recording capabilities, but something like that hadn't even crossed his mind. The vampire's thoughts drifted toward videos he could coerce her into making or even ones they could create together.

"Think she wears stuff like that under her clothes all the time?" Paul teased, picturing the scene in his mind.

Paul and Marko crowed with laughter, shoving each other with their shoulders. While the two blondes messed around, Dwayne slipped off unnoticed to find Sevyn. He reached the locked bathroom door and knocked firmly.

Mortified wouldn't even begin to describe Sevyn's state. Thankfully, they'd only seen a few pictures – though exactly how many remained a mystery. It could have been much worse.

Since puberty, when boys and girls started noticing her, she'd taken pictures. It felt empowering to showcase her body in various stages of undress. When she got older, she sometimes recorded herself with partners. She was actually considering doing cam modeling before she was teleported to this dimension.

It was one thing to share her pictures and videos online, but seeing strangers – or in this case, a bunch of asshole vampires – consume them in real time was a completely different level of exposure. Why? She wasn't sure.

She pushed the thought away, taking a deep breath. Shame was useless. It wasn't her body she was ashamed of—she was confident in that—but her reaction. She should have snatched the phone back with a clever retort, asserting herself like a queen.

Sevyn could only imagine the things they were saying. Yet, a flicker of arousal danced beneath the mortification. What did they think of what they saw? What if they liked them?

A knock on the door startled her. Expecting Paul, she stormed over and flung it open. Dwayne stood there, his usual silence holding the air thick. Surprise flickered across her face.

"What? I won't apologize for owning my body," she fired back, her voice laced with defiance. "Those pictures make me feel sexy. If you have a problem with that, you can just shove—"

Dwayne's lips crashed into hers, cutting off her retort. Her words turned into a startled noise as he overwhelmed her. Her body tensed momentarily, then melted into his embrace, her hands instinctively exploring the hard planes of his chest. She loved his body and now that she had the opportunity to touch it, she was going to take it.

He growled, shoving her back until they were both inside the bathroom. With a slam, the door shut behind them. He flipped them, pinning her against the cool surface, his hips pressed firmly against her lower stomach. His hands roamed her form, a meticulous explorer charting every curve.

His actions bordered on feral. His kiss was rough, a sharp nip on her lower lip leaving a metallic tang on her tongue as his wrestled with hers. Despite herself, a moan escaped her lips, her body responding as he thrust his hips into her, showing her just how excited he was.

She felt a smug smirk ghost over his lips. Pure male arrogance. Sevyn, fueled by a sudden urge to erase that smirk, raked her nails down his chest, the force making him grunt and increase the pressure against her.

Dwayne broke the kiss. He grabbed both wrists, pinning them to the door above her head. His dark eyes swept over her, taking in her disheveled state: swollen lips, heaving chest, the evidence of his effect on her.

"Make me a video," he rumbled, his voice a low command.

A whisper escaped her lips, "No," laced with a hint of disobedience, yet laced with something else too.

He didn't acknowledge her refusal. "Touch yourself for me and record it. I want to see it," he crooned suggestively, his voice low and smooth.

What frustrated Sevyn most was the conflicting desires. A thrill shot through her at the thought of Dwayne wanting her like that. Images of how she'd make the video already flickered in her mind. But a harsh reality check followed.

This was Dwayne. He wasn't as cruel as the others, but his silence could be just as unsettling. He was an enigma, a mystery Sevyn craved to unravel, but not at the cost of her dignity. He could just as easily keep it to himself as he could tell the others so they all could mock her.

Before another rejection could form on her lips, his mouth slanted over hers. His tongue, forceful yet practiced, pushed past her lips. A whimper escaped her as she carded her hands through his hair and tightened her hands into fists, consumed by the intensity of the kiss. A fire ignited within her, fueled by his rough kiss, until it burned out of control.

He pressed his leg between hers, then broke the kiss, trailing a path with his lips down her jaw, punctuated by harsh nips. Another moan, raw and uncontrolled, spilled from her bee-stung lips.

With practiced ease, his lips found her pulse point. He scraped his teeth over the sensitive skin before a sharp bite, followed by a rough suck. Thanks to him helping her earlier, the first wound would heal by morning, but this bruising mark would linger, a harsh reminder of this moment.

Finally, he pulled away, his eyes raking over her. He savored the sight of her, a glimpse of what she'd look like utterly undone. A dark desire flickered in his eyes – he wanted to break her, to hear the sounds of her surrender.

Without a word, he brushed his knuckles along her jaw before gesturing for her to leave. Sevyn stared, bewildered. She couldn't deny the heat of the kiss, the raw pleasure that coursed through her.

Instead of shame, a surge of confidence coursed through her. Dwayne had kissed her. Dwayne was attracted to her. A small victory.

With a jaunty salute, she slipped out of the bathroom and rejoined the group in the living room. The boys were sprawled around once more, passing a joint, courtesy of Paul. She could tell he used her flower because he used her pink rolling paper – a fact she found endlessly amusing.

Sevyn sauntered over and sank next to him. He surprised her by grabbing her and pulling her onto his lap instead. A startled yelp escaped her lips, and she instinctively squirmed.

Undeterred, Paul tightened his grip around her hips, offering the joint as a distraction. It worked. She didn't even notice Dwayne returning or the look he and David shared.

"So, pixie girl, did you enjoy yourself?" Marko drawled.

Sevyn met his gaze, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Why, yes, Marko, I did."

A sly glint flickered in Marko's eyes. He loved trying to get a rise out of her.

"Try harder next time. I'm too happy, and frankly, too high for your games. You won't get the reaction you want out of me," she teased back, poking her tongue out at him.

For once, her sass didn't faze him. He simply winked, snatched the joint back, and took a long drag.