Just some filth to get us through the holiday season ;) Strigoi filth.

I let my eyes wander the club, the lights bouncing off the bodies that moved in the crowd. With my heightened eyesight, I could see everything. The sweat that glistened over people's bodies, the dilation of their eyes, the way their bodies moved as they breathed.

Immortality was perfection.

I don't know what all the fuss was about in the Academy. They made it seem like we would be bloodthirsty, crazed monsters that couldn't contain themselves. I mean, we were bloodthirsty, but we weren't crazed. Not anymore at least. The first month was a slaughter, but once that went away, it was easier to control my urges.

But tonight seemed to be the perfect opportunity to state myself. Some many people had funnelled in front out of the country for this party, it would be easy to pick a few people off and none would be the wiser.

I moved through the bodies, dancing as I went. I wasn't stupid to think that my body was one of my biggest assets as a Strigoi. I knew what I looked like, and I knew how alluring I could be when I worked work it. I had my eye on a target as I moved, hoping that I wouldn't even need to use compulsion to persuade him to leave with me. He was handsome, that was clear, but there was something about men now that didn't seem to appease me. None of them looked how I wanted them to.

Maybe that was because there was really only one person who truly caught my eye, but that was years ago.

I made it to my intended prey when hands settled on my hips, stopping me. I knew from the similarity in temperature it was a Strigoi. I had earned myself a reputation, so whoever it was was either mad or stupid.

I turned in their arms, ready to strike with my words when the words died on my tongue.

"Have I made you speechless?"

I gaped up at him. "Surprised. The great God has risen," I said with a smirk. Never in my wildest of dreams would I have thought that I would ever see Dimitri Belikov as a Strigoi, but I had to admit that it suited him just as much as it suited me.

"I wouldn't say God," Dimitri smirked, his hands pulling me closer. I raised a brow at him. The last time I had seen him was at the ski lodge, telling him to take Tasha's offer. I thought I was going to make it out of the house after killing Isaiah, but there was still another Strigoi lurking in the house. They thought that I was too good to let pass by.

I hummed and ran my fingers over his chest, smirking up at him.

"When were you awakened?" I asked.

"There was an attack on the Academy shortly after you were awakened," he said and I nodded my head in understanding. I was there, I helped plan the attack, but I knew I wouldn't be able to reach Lissa. But I never heard that Dimitri had been taken down.

"How did you end up in Russia?" Dimitri asked. I shrugged and started to move to the music. I could pick another prey. I wasn't particularly hungry yet. Dimitri followed my lead and I turned in his arms, grinding back into him.

"Following a lead," I said casually.

"On what?" Dimitri questioned.

I smirked. "My father. What else? If the man didn't want to be involved in my Dhampir life, then I'm sure to let him know who I am in this life," I state, tipping my head to the side. I could feel Dimitri's breath on my neck as he laughed, spinning me so that I faced him.

"Any luck yet?"

I looked up at him and shrugged. "My father is a slippery bastard; I'll give him that."

"Maybe I can help, for a cost," Dimitri said in almost an alluring purr. I smirked at him and gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him firm against me.

"I don't trade sexual favours," I stated.

"That isn't the cost I was thinking of, not that the idea hasn't crossed my mind before," he said with a grin. I rolled my eyes and towed him with me as I left the floor, moving toward one of the booths so that we could have more privacy. It wasn't that we needed it, but old habits died hard.

I slid into one side and Dimitri followed, sliding in beside me and blocking me in. I raised my brows at him when he rested his arm along the back of the booth, his other forearm resting on the table.

"What will it cost me?" I asked as I turned my body toward his, crossing my legs demurely. Dimitri's eyes followed the movement, and his hand went to rest on my knee, his eyes looking up at mine again. I looked at his hand and then up at him.

"We both have some father issues to resolve. Unfortunately, I don't require the right…figure to gain his attention. You on the other hand, are exactly the thing to catch his eye."

"Didn't I just say I don't trade sexual favours?"

"I never said I needed you to seduce him. I simply would need you to draw him out. I'll even share once I'm done with him. You can't pass on the temptation of Royal blood," Dimitri said leadingly, sliding his hand a little higher on my leg. If I had been a Dhampir and he had done this, I would swoon. But now it just made me curious.

"I'll think on it," I said with a smirk and gestured at a bar worker that walked by. I ordered two drinks and turned my attention back to Dimitri.

"You know, you cost me a meal earlier. I was stalking," I purred.

"I'm well aware, but I figured I could show you something better if you're interested," Dimitri said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and nodded at the waiter that set our drinks down on the table. I picked mine up and sipped it even though it wouldn't do much for me. I'd have to drink a few bottles to feel any kind of buzz.

"Like?"

"Come with me and I'll show you," he said, his finger swirling on the inside of my thigh softly. I looked back out at the dance floor, disappointed when I couldn't find my intended meal and then looked at Dimitri.

"Fine. But if I don't feel satisfied afterwards, I'll have your head comrade."

Dimitri's smirk made my stomach jump. "Roza, I can promise that you will be more than satisfied when we're done."

I raised my brows at him, silently daring him to be wrong. Dimitri smirked and downed his drink before pulling me from the booth.

How Dimitri found this place, I'll never know, but it was heaven on earth for us. There was every kind of high you could think of here. And while I never got to experience these highs as a Dhampir, second-hand through feeding would suffice.

I let my second prey of the night go and slumped back on the cushions, a smirk on my face and a satisfied sigh.

I didn't know what concoction of drugs she was on, but it felt fantastic as it ran through my veins.

"I told you," Dimitri said as he flopped beside me, folding his arms behind his arm. I hummed a laugh and stretched beside him, not caring about the rising hem of my skirt. He had seen it before, not that he would remember much of it due to the stupid lust charm.

"You were right, I am thoroughly satisfied," I mumbled and ran my fingers through my hair, "How many did you have?"

"Three."

I hummed and toed my shoes off and wiggled my toes against the plush fabric.

"And I didn't need to kill any of them either. I think that is an accomplishment…said no one," I drawled and sat up.

"I think you and I could find a meal to share somewhere," I said with a wink, "I mean, why not bind our agreements over a meal?" I stood up and straightened my skirt, stretching my arms out to the sides. I felt sated, but not exactly full.

Dimitri lounged where he was and observed me with a raised brow. I was slightly annoyed that I still couldn't do that.

"What?"

Dimitri pursed his lips and shook his head. "Immortality suits you so well. You could have the world at your feet in a breath."

I tossed my hair dramatically over my shoulder. "Too bad I didn't have that power as a Dhampir. I could have had you at my feet. Or maybe the other way around," I said with a snort, looking in the mirror as I fixed my makeup.

Dimitri stood up and came to stand behind me, the red in his so vibrant due to the fresh blood. I reapplied my lipstick as he rested his hands on my waist in the mirror, dipping his head down to kiss my neck, his eyes holding mine in the reflection.

"I was an idiot to deny you at the Academy," he said quietly.

"You were," I stated and rubbed my lips together, "You could have been my first. But alas, you were not."

The growl that vibrated deep in his chest made me smirk at him. I fixed my hair and a part of me was satisfied by how his hands gripped my waist tighter. I was used to be the pursuer, but I hadn't truly been pursued.

I didn't feel things the same as I did as a Dhampir, but I still felt some things. Like lust and want.

"What, don't like that?" I toyed as I looked up at him from under my lashes.

"No, I don't," he said sharply.

I turned and shrugged at him. "That was your fault, not mine," I simpered and slipped from his grip. But I knew this game all too well. I was an expert at this game. It was a game I liked to play, but the idea of playing it with Dimitri made me thirsty for something other than blood.

I could feel Dimitri's eyes on me as he stalked after me. We were primal in every aspect of our lives now. No barriers or rules to hide behind, no morals or expectations of what was right or wrong. I didn't make it far before Dimitri gripped my wrist and pulled me back towards him, his other hand coming up to grip my jaw.

"Did I tell you that you could leave?" he demanded.

I shrugged and smirked at him. "You don't make the rules, comrade. The student has surpassed the teacher in many ways."

Dimitri's eyes darkened and nostrils flared. "Don't give me attitude, Rose. It's not cute."

"You thought it was before," I retorted as I pulled my jaw from his grip.

"I thought it was at times, but right now it's not cute. It's irritating," he bit out. I smirked at him again and scoffed.

"What exactly do you want here? If you want something, be direct. I like men who tell me exactly what they want," I said as I leaned in, my voice barely a whisper as I stared him down. Dimitri's eye twitched before he had my jaw in a death grip again and he crushed his mouth against mine.

I moaned quietly and grippe his shirt, pulling myself flush against him. His kiss was demanding, trying to take possession of me in a way that he always wanted to when he was Dhampir, but I wasn't going to let him.

I pulled back and pushed him back, smirking down at him when he thumped down onto the chaise lounge. I stalked towards him and kneeled over him, reaching behind me to untie the back of my shirt.

"Did I say that I'd let you be in charge?" I asked with a cocked head, pulling the straps of my shirt down and tossing my shirt to the floor. Dimitri raised a brow at me and I was surprised to see the look of annoyance and arousal.

"No, but I assumed," he said.

I snorted and ran my hands over my breasts, cupping them for a moment and sighed.

"Remember what you told me about assuming, Dimitri," I purred as I pulled my hands away and slid my fingers into his hand and jerked his head back. He grunted and I giggled quietly, pressing my mouth over his with a moan. I could still taste the blood on his tongue, and whatever drugs our victims were on were running ramped through our systems.

Dimitri's hands ghosted over the backs of my thighs and under my skirt, kneading my ass in his ass. I nipped at his lip and tugged, squealing when his fingers dug into my skin. I let my hands wander and I slipped my fingers into the collar of his shirt before tearing the fabric between my fingers.

Dimitri growls low in his throat and narrowed his eyes at me.

"Was that necessary?"

"Very," I stated bluntly as I worked on his belt, staring him down as I unbuckled it quickly. I stood up and pulled my boots off before shimmying out of my skirt, leaving me standing in my thong.

"And why is that?" Dimitri asked as he got more comfortable on the couch, moving his legs so he was slouched back. It gave a dirty movie scene visual and I couldn't help biting my lip. Even under the jeans, I could see that my hazy memory of the night of the charm didn't do him justice.

The chiselled muscles and light treasure trail just excited me even more. Dimitri raised a brow at me and unbuttoned his pants, eyes on me as he did so. I tried not to gawk, but I couldn't help myself. He lifted his hips enough to move the jeans down and I licked my lips when he fisted himself, pimping his fist slowly.

"Again, who said you were in control?" I asked.

"I did," he said with a cocky smirk. I scoffed and slapped his hand away and kneeled in front of him. He raised a brow and I gripped his jeans, tugging them down to his ankles. I ran my nails over his thighs and smirked at the goosebumps that raised over his skin.

"If you're going to do something, I suggest you do it," Dimitri said and I raised my brows. I dug my nails in and narrowed my eyes.

"If you rush me, I'll bite you. I don't think you'd like that very much," I growled and gripped his cock, reviling at the clenching of his muscles and the hiss from his teeth. I hummed and spied the drop of precum on the tip, pearly and hot. I ducked my head down and licked it before heading downwards and licking him from base to tip.

Dimitri tipped his head back and groaned when I wrapped my lips around the tip, sucking gently and running my tongue just under the crown. I slowly started to work my way up and down, flattening my tongue against the underside of his cock, following the thick rigid veins.

I matched my hand in time with my mouth, alternating speeds and intensity. He may have thought that this was all about him, but this was about me. I held power over him here, I held control of his pleasure. I revelled in watching him squirm. He twisted his fingers into my hair and tried to take over, but I pulled away instead, licking my lips and narrowing my eyes at him.

He sighed and scowled at me and loosened his grip, silently relenting. I winked at him and leaned back down, taking him in my mouth again, humming quietly as I moved downwards. I had learned a few trade secrets over the years, and the lack of gag reflex was fantastic. My nose brushed against his pelvic bone, and I swallowed, smirking at the moan that it pulled from Dimitri's lips.

Another thing that was empowering about being in control of him was how much it turned me on. I pulled back up and stood up, climbing into his lap, and commanding his mouth. His hands roamed over my skin, tugging and pulling at my body.

I rocked my hips and ground against his cock, moaning into his mouth at the friction. Dimitri's hands slipped down and hooked into my thong, shredding it in his hands. I was a little annoyed because it was my favourite but having a partner that could keep up with me, that could thrill me, was worth the shredded lace.

"I liked that," I said petulantly. Dimitri gripped my jaw in his hand again and growled.

"I don't care," he said and moved me with his other hand, thrusting up into me. I gasped and gripped onto his shoulders; my body not used to the invasion. I expected it to hurt, but I didn't expect it to hurt that much. Dimitri only gave me a moment before he started a brutal pace, gripping my hips that if I was Dhampir I would have bruises.

I wanted to hold onto the control I had, but it was clear that he wanted the control. He was going to take it one way or another. Maybe that was the part thing about his awakening, he no longer needed to hold back on anything, hid behind anything. He didn't need to be in control of his emotions or wants.

I shifted on my knees and rocked my hips in time with his thrusts, giving myself over to sensation. I had lovers in the past, but even right now, they were pale in comparison. Mostly because they physically could keep up with me.

I smashed my mouth against Dimitri's, my hands coming up to twist into his hair as we moved. The way we moved was almost as perfect as the way we moved when we sparred as Dhampirs. We knew each other's bodies even without seeing each other for years.

It wasn't long until Dimitri seemed to tire of this position and lifted me off him, depositing me on the couch and moving me so I faced the back of it. He stood behind me and his hands moved over the curve of my thighs and ass, making me shimmy back into his hands. He gripped my skin and kneaded it in his hands for a moment, a sigh coming from his lips that sounded appreciative. There was a quick slap on the ass before we were back to it, Dimitri slipping back into me.

I gripped onto the back of the chaise and my nail bit into the fabric. I gasped when Dimitri twisted the ends of my hair around his hand and pulled back, jerking my head up.

"What do you say, Roza?" Dimitri taunted. I couldn't get much out other than a moan. I wasn't exactly sure what he wanted to hear, there were a number of things that came to mind.

"Roza. What do you say?" he taunted again, his lips brushing against my ear. I closed my eyes and moaned quietly.

"Never," I pushed out with a smirk. He needed to tell me what he wanted to hear.

Dimitri's growl was both predatory and thrilling. His lips brushed over my ear again before his teeth dragged over my skin, nipping at my neck before biting me. It didn't do the same as it would for a Moroi, Dhampir, or human, but it did give me a little bit of a high. More of a buzz, but it was something.

"Dimitri," I moaned, my grip loosening on the chaise.

"Such a good girl," he whispered in my ear.

I shivered. I didn't have a 'good girl' kink as a Dhampir, but hearing Dimitri say it now when we were equals on every level, it made something in me want to be submissive to him. It was strange, considering I was a predator in every aspect, but it was one of those weird emotions from being Dhampir that lingered.

My body convulsed when Dimitri's fingers moved down my stomach and rubbed against my clit. The touch was almost too much for my body to handle and I screamed, shattering around him. My eyes rolled back into my head as my scream turned into a strangled moan, barely able to hold myself up anymore.

My scream pushed Dimitri over the edge too, his other hand leaving me and gripping the back of the chaise until the fabric tore. I half expected him to release with a yell, but the moan in my ear was even hotter. I slumped against the back of the chaise and a weak chuckle came out of my mouth, making him laugh too.

I was slightly out of breath, and I smirked at him as I climbed off the chaise. We both cleaned ourselves up and got dressed, both with lingering hungry glances. I looked in the mirror and cleaned up the last of the lipstick on my lips.

"So, how exactly are we going to find our deal old dads? Mine is a slippery fuck. I guess his nickname is appropriate," I mused as Dimitri came to stand behind me. He tied the back of my shirt and raised his brows at me in the mirror.

"Oh yeah?"

I nodded. "Yes, and he seems to be feared by many here and in the States."

"Who?"

"Ibrahim Mazur," I said with a smirk, "His nickname is Zmey."

Dimitri blanched a little bit and I chuckled. "What? Scared?"

"No, but I've met him. Many times as a child. He'll be hard to find," Dimitri said and stepped back so I could leave the mirror.

"I told you mine, tell me yours," I said and picked up the shot glass on the table and inspected it before tossing it back.

"Randal Ivashkov. Black sheep nephew to the Queen," Dimitri said darkly. I pursed my lips and sauntered towards him, running my fingers over my chest.

"And to think that the big bad Guardian was the royal pedigree," I simpered but Dimitri's eyes darkened in anger.

"Don't say that," Dimitri snapped and gripped my wrist. I laughed blatantly at him and pulled my wrist away.

"Awe, don't be butthurt, comrade. We all know that you're much better than them," I purred, "In many ways than one."

Dimitri rolled his eyes. "Thanks."

"So, how about we hit your old man first, I'm craving some Royal blood."

Super rough edit because my eyes keep going cross-eyed. I think I am due for some new glasses lol.

Also, this writer got engaged!