Surprise Surprise! ( Nathaniel )

[Kevala Badoer]

Kevala was at home, if she could even call it that really. It was Seran Estate....Gabriel's home actually, and yet due to a need to have her own home burnt to the ground she had found herself agreeing to live here.

It was a hard situation to find herself in, given the way her heart belonged to the man who owned the place. Every day she saw him in some way or another. Be it a brief glance or a full out conversation with him.

It did not matter which it was really. For every time she saw him her heart seemed to halt in its beating. And every time she had to remind herself that he was the one man who would never want her.

It tore her apart inside and yet she continued to let herself love him, continued to let herself be led on by him. No, he did not do it intentionally, but he did it just the same. It was torture, but this was also the girl who was addicted to pain. Perhaps that is why she let this continue? She craved the pain of knowing she would never have him?

It was very possible actually. Very possible indeed.

But today was a good day, or at least she hoped it would be. He was gone and Ivan was nowhere to be seen. Is it possible she had the place virtually to herself?

SCORE!

Dressed in just her black boycut undies with a little heart on the rear and that showed off the tight lower curves of her bottom and a tank top that stopped just shy of her midsection, she was a sight to be seen.

BY NOBODY!

HAHA!

Her long black hair falling freely about her petite and tiny form as she made her way into the living area. She was going to lay upon the couch, drink some coffee and read.

The perfect day. With absolutely no interruptions what-so-ever......

*knock knock knock*

Or so she thought...The sound of the knock upon the door stopping her just as she set her coffee down and was about to plop down onto the couch for a good read. UGH!

It was probably just some idiot that had gotten past security and she would have to deal with them. Honestly, she could not have a moments peace these days it seemed.

Grumbling softly to herself she made her way to the door. Not really caring that she was dressed the way she was. Honestly, when was Kevala ever modest?

Her small hand reaching out and turning the handle to pull the door open. Revealing whoever it was on the other side with a little sigh passing her lips.

"Can I help you?"

Eyes finally falling upon the figure and looking upward to meet said person's gaze.

[skindeep]

(OOC: I'm going to play it off as if its night time, but if its during the day I can edit it.)

It was a rainy night in the city, making Nathan's plans for a night of bar hopping fly out the window faster than he was currently driving, and that was pretty damn fast. He had gone through an interesting couple days as he started living in the United States, getting with a number or easy woman and even meeting with his younger brother Gabriel. Things were all going according to plan, and he had surprisingly kept himself out of trouble so far. His urge to manipulate people into doing what he wanted them to do had only ended in good things happening on both sides of the manipulating, which usually wasn't the case. He believed that it was only a matter of time before someone crossed him the wrong way, and when that time came he would be more than willing to make that person's life a living hell in more ways than one.

But for now he was simply driving around the rain slicked streets of the city, going far and beyond the speed limit and causing a number of cars to swerve out of the way of his reckless driving. Since his plans for a night on the town were all but out of the picture, he decided to pay his little brother an unsuspected visit and get himself out of the rain. As he sped through red lights and stop signs, his cell phone began ringing on the passenger seat. Reaching over to the side he would pick it up and look at who was calling him. It was an unknown number to him, but a local one so it could have been the number of some random girl that he gave his number out to. Shaking his head he'd bring cell phone up to his ear as he took the call, not saying hello and simply waiting to see if the person wanted to speak with him that badly.

"Hello, is this Nathaniel?"

It was a female's voice, which didn't come as a surprise to him, and so he decided to actually talk to her.

"Yep, that would be my name. What can I do for you?"

"Oh, well I was just wondering if you were coming to the club tonight or not, since you told me last night that you'd be back."

"Sorry babe, but my plans changed with the weather, so I won't be able to show you a good time today. Try me again some other time."

"When should I cal..."

He didn't care about anything else she had to say or ask, as she got the answer that she was looking for. If she wanted to hang out with Nathaniel she'd have to wait until it was the right time for him, as he wasn't going to make time in his life just for her or anyone else. Throwing the cell phone into the back seat after turning it on silent, Nathan slammed on the gas as he realized that he was getting close to where the Seran Estate was. It made Nathan laugh a little bit to himself as he thought about he technically had ownership over the mansion as well, but no one living knew the truth behind his existence. He wanted to keep it this way, at least until all of the pieces of his puzzle fell into their place, and there was no telling how much time that would take. First he had to find the pieces, and that would take some time in itself.

Pulling up to the gate of the Seran estate, he stopped right next to it and rolled down his window to look over at the camera and intercom that were on the wall next to the closed gate. It took awhile for someone to actually acknowledge his existence as rain bounced off of his car and slowly dripped inside, which was annoying but he put up with it. He was asked what he was doing at the manor, to which he replied that he was an acquaintance of Gabriel and that he wanted to talk to him. When the man on the other side of the intercom told him that Gabriel was out and about, Nathan leaned back in his seat and let out a long sigh as he though of what he could do in his current situation. He decided to smoke a cigarette too get rid of the stress that came with all of his plans falling through all seemingly because of the weather.

"Well, I'm sure he'll be back tonight some time, so if you don't mind I'd like to just wait for him in the manor. I'm sure it wouldn't be a problem with Gabriel, so if you don't mind opening the gate so I can get out of the rain that would be great."

The annoyance in his voice was evident at this point, as he was sick of the constant trickle of water falling into his car. After a few moments of silence the gate opened in front of him and the man told him to proceed but stay out of trouble while on the grounds of the Seran family. A grin grew on his lips as he let out a bit of smoke in the direction of the camera before rolling the window of his car up and driving up to the manor. He'd park near the main doorway, making the walk a short one, but none-the-less he knew he would get wet. Walking up to the door, he popped the collar of his trench coat and knocked a couple of times, waiting for someone to answer the door. As he waited, his hair would become drenched from the rain, and his white tee shirt would get slightly wet on the front due to the rain that feel through his coat.

After about a minute or so of waiting for someone to answer the door, he saw that handle turn as the door was pulled inward. As it opened all the way, Nathan realized that the person that was there to greet him was a gorgeous young woman dressed in nothing more than some panties and a short tank top. She would look up at him, finally looking up toward his eyes, which stayed hidden behind his sunglasses. She would asked if she could help him, to which he could only smile as a number of thoughts coursed through his head at how to reply to her question. Pulling his cigarette from his lips and throwing it off to the side, letting out a puff of smoke as he did so, he got ready to reply to her question.

"I'm sure there are plenty of ways you could help me, but I'm actually just here to wait for Gabriel. I suppose you could keep me company while I wait, if you want?" He would smile warmly at her. "Are you going to show me in, or do you enjoy watching the water drip from my body?

[Kevala Badoer]

Kevala stood there, not a bit of modesty coming over her as she found the person standing there to be a man. It should have. She should have at the very least blushed at the situation she currently found herself in. But instead, she simply leaned against the open door, her eyes trailing over the man before her.

Handsome.

It was the first thought that occurred inside her mind. Eyes noting the way the water dripped down his body, causing that white shirt to cling to his flesh and making her mind race places it should not have been racing.

She could not help it, he was handsome, he was wet, and he was right there. Not to mention it had been weeks since she had actually felt the touch of a man against her delicate flesh.

What are you doing? Stop looking at him like that. You have sworn off men. Have you not? Remember? Nothing good shall come of seeking out the warmth of their touch. Nothing good at all. You must stay away from him. Must stay away from all men.

No, this is good. You should go with the initial attraction and work on that. You cannot let yourself constantly hang around and over Gabriel. You need to find some way to move on. Sure, you may never love another but at least you could have some company in this lonely life you have found yourself in. Right?

I know what I must do. I cannot allow myself to fall for men as easily as I have. So what if he is sexy, standing there dripping wet in the rain? I dont care.

Gods she could not even lie to herself. How sad was that? But before the voices could come back with some form of a reaction to her thoughts his tone would break the silence they had been in. Only a brief silence but one that seemed to have drug out forever.

""I'm sure there are plenty of ways you could help me, but I'm actually just here to wait for Gabriel. I suppose you could keep me company while I wait, if you want?"

Instantly she recognized that charming and slightly arrogant tone for what it was. This guy was a charmer, undoubtedly. No telling how many women he had lured in with his heavy tone and eloquent yet playful choice of words.

Even she had to admit that it brought forth the playful nature she held within herself. Already her little mind working up a reply that would be properly suited for this man. But he continued, a warm smile curling upon his features.

"Are you going to show me in, or do you enjoy watching the water drip from my body?"

With that she would tilt her head to the side, a little look filling her icy hues as she seemed to think over the matter. Her small finger rising to tap lightly upon her lower lip, a gesture of thought.

"Hmm...Now I find myself in quite the predicament. See? I know that perhaps I should invite you in, seeing as how that is the only proper thing to do. But at the same time, you do look good with the water dripping off of you."

Shooting him a teasing little grin as she stepped aside and motioned for him to enter.

"I suppose being proper is the best solution in this situation."

Her voice delicate and soft, just like the rest of her. All in all making her that much more alluring to most of the men around this town. But she thought nothing of it.

As he entered, assuming of course he did, since that is what he has wished for, she would move to once more close the door. Her eyes falling over him as she stepped away from the door now and moved to take the lead.

Her small form brushing against his ever so lightly as she made her way to show him into the living area. A hand coming up and tucking away a few locks of hair behind her ear.

"You may be allowed to keep me company in the living room until he returns."

Always that soft and playful tone, yet showing that she had picked up on his comment earlier and that two could play that game.

Not bothering to turn around to look at him as she spoke and entering the living room, stopping then to motion to a chair that sat across from the couch.

"Please, have a seat."

She was always one to be gracious, even if she was still unsure about this guy. But she assumed that since security had let him in then there would be no problem.

After all, she had her cell phone and Gabriel was not THAT hard to get ahold of. So all in all she was fine. Or at least she hoped. Last thing she needed was to go and find herself in more trouble.

Once had had taken a seat, or even if he did not, she would move to take her own upon the couch, her legs curling up beside her as she leaned against the arm and turned her attention toward him.

She felt as though she were forgetting something, but she did not know....

Introduce yourself dummy.

Yes, a name would be good. Perhaps then you could gain his?

Oh yeah!

"I am Kevala, by the way. You would be?"

Her head tilting lightly, eyes continuing to roam over his features as she waited on some form of reply. She was always one to take in every bit of detail that she could. If for no other reason than to reserve it all to memory on the outside chance that one day it would become needed information.

It was simply the way she was. Always watching and always trying to learn something about a person. She was curious by nature and though it had landed her in trouble more times than she could count, she could not help herself.

It was all part of her charm.

He would see that soon enough. Unless of course Gabriel returned home soon. To which point this meeting would be cut short. But something told her that Gabriel would not be making his appearance until much later, if at all this evening.

No telling what that man was up to.....

So for now, she would entertain herself with this man's company. No harm in that. Right?

[skindeep]

Nathaniel stood on the top step in front of the doorway, the rain continuing to fall down on him make him even more wet than he had been when he first knocked on the door. The young woman that answered the door was beautiful, that was for sure, and by the way that she looked at him he could tell that there was obviously a mutual physical attraction. He began speaking to her, his passive charm coming out through his unique choice of words, and he could tell immediately that she made a snap judgment on what type of person he was based on her facial and bodily expressions. Sure, he was quite the charmer, but half the time he really didn't even try to be like that. It just came naturally to him when he was around an attractive woman. He could only wonder what type of girl she was, standing there in her interesting selection of clothing, or lack there of.

As he asked her if she was going to invite him in or not, hinting at the fact that she was obviously enjoying the sight of him getting more and more drenched by the downpour outside, she playfully placed a finger on her lower lip as she thought of how exactly she could reply to his question. His glasses were covered in droplets of water, making it hard for him to make out the actuality of everything that was in front of him, but he really didn't want to remove them just in case this individual was one that could easily put two and two together to possibly at least guess that he could possibly be a Seran. If he came down to it he would risk her seeing his eyes and simply work his magic to dodge any questions involving his identity. He had always been good at that, even when it came to the most observant people he had ever met. He could make even the biggest lie seem like the truth.

Finally the beauty broke her silence, saying that she found herself in a predicament. Nathan could only laugh slightly to himself as he heard the following words come out of her mouth. So she wanted to be a proper young lady and invite him in, but she did find his wet body very appealing as well. This was something that he knew from the start, but at the same time it was interesting to her it come from the horses mouth than simply be a major narcissist and think that every girl in the world found him attractive. Well, that was how he thought either way, but still. She looked at him teasingly as she moved out of his way and told him that she would do the more proper thing and allow him to come inside. He would grin back at her, nodding his head in approval as he took a number of steps into the manor and she shut the door behind them.

She would look him up and down as he walked a little ways ahead of her, him keeping track of where her gaze went through his peripherals. Whenever she got the chance, it seemed that she couldn't keep her eyes off of him. Was she simply trying to surmise what type of person he was, or was she actually thinking of what she could do to him? He could only imagine for now, but he knew that it wouldn't take long for her intentions to be clear. She would walk past him, brushing her nearly naked body against his trench coat as she did so, leading him through the manor. She also happened to play with her hair, placing a lock behind her ear, and Nathan knew that this was usually a subtle way of letting a guy know that she was interested. She was either just your average girl, or nearly as good of a player in the game as he was.

Then when she told Nathan that he was allowed to keep her company until Gabriel returned he knew right away that she was definitely going to be a player in his little game. She wasn't the type of girl that was easily swayed by his silver tongue, and he found that quite enticing. Though if she proved to be too hard to get than he would simply get bored of her and enjoy the constant appearance of the female beauty. She would walk past a nice chair and tell him to take a seat as she continued over to the much more comfortable looking couch. Instead of taking a seat where she had showed him he would stand next to the chair as she told him her name. She was known as Kevala, a unique name by Nathan's standards, and she politely asked for his name in return. He noticed that she kept her last name to herself, as so many did in America, but he would not do the same thing.

"That is a beautiful name you have, and unique as well. Kevala..."

He would stop, taking off his sunglasses and closing his eyes at the same time. He would slowly remove his trench coat, placing it on the back of the chair, and then proceed to also take off his drenched white tee shirt. There he was, shirtless and showing off his body and the deep scar on the lower right part of his torso. He would place his wet sunglasses on his shirt and coat, opening his eyes to reveal the gorgeous emerald green irises that he hid from those that he felt he needed to. Slicking back his wet hair to get it out of his face, he would smile at Kevala as he made his way over to the couch. The was no reason for there to be a separation between the two, as at the moment he was completely harmless, and if she wanted to harm him he probably wouldn't mind it. Dominatrices were always fun for a tussle every once in awhile.

"But, seeing as I know your name, I'm Nathaniel Beavais, but you can call me whatever you want my dear. May I call you Kev, or are you more of a full name kind of woman?"

He was playing with her. Sitting on the same couch, leaning back against the other arm of the chair like he owned the place. He sure was full of himself, but at the same time he technically did own it. His arms would hang over the back on side of the couch as he leaned back into it, letting his glistening torso slowly dry from the warm air inside of the manor. He noticed that Kevala was looking him up and down as he walked over to the couch, but at the moment he was simply looking around the large room of the Seran manor. Everything was what it was like to live with the Granholme family in England. He knew that this was what he was meant to have growing up, and now he could finally get what he deserved. Finally, after he'd finished looking around the room, he'd look back at Kevala with his seductive eyes and a slight grin.

"So, if you don't mind me asking, are you Gabriel's lover?"

His grin would grow after asking the very personal question. He wanted to know as much about his little brother as possible without people knowing to much about himself that was actually true.

"I'm just wondering because its hard to imagine such a gorgeous woman living with someone like Gabriel and not having some sort of relationship with him. Though I suppose it isn't hard to imagine him having friends that are as beautiful as you either. Beauty attracts beauty, at least that's how I see it."

[Kevala Badoer]

Icy hues continued to follow him as he moved, every slight motion of his body taken in and captured in her hungry little mind. Yet he did not sit, instead taking the time to remove his sunglasses, once more concealing his eyes behind closed lids.

It was enough to cause her to raise a brow slightly, yet she simply shook it off and continued to watch him. Next came the trench coat and then the shirt. Instantly feeling herself grow more and more attracted to the now half naked man standing there in their living room. Yes, their living room. So long as she resided beneath this roof, she would consider it partially her home. If for no other reason than to make herself a bit more comfortable with this living arrangement.

As he moved, eyes finally revealed to her, she could not help but notice the striking resemblance between his emerald gaze and the one that she had caught glimpses of from Gabriel from time to time. A brief thought occurring to her, though it was quickly pushed aside. No, there was no relation between them for surely Gabriel would have told her.

So she simply let it slide and would allow her hungry little gaze to trail down his chest. The scar noted and only increasing the desire she felt building within her, forcing her to shift upon the couch, pressing her thighs a bit more tightly together. Feeling the heat of herself there as she did.

But no, she was not going to throw herself at some random stranger. She was not the type to allow such things to happen. She was hungry for sex but she was no whore. A distinct difference to be had between the two.

Then he spoke, his tone bouncing about the room and sending a slight chill through her as she brushed her tongue over her lower lip.

"That is a beautiful name you have, and unique as well. Kevala..."

Her name rolling forth from his lips only succeeding in making that chill in her spine that much more evident. But she concealed it all very well. Not one to let people see anything unless she so chose it.

"But, seeing as I know your name, I'm Nathaniel Beavais, but you can call me whatever you want my dear. May I call you Kev, or are you more of a full name kind of woman?"

It was then that he would move to take his seat. Though instead of putting a much needed distance between them, he instead made his way toward her position on the couch. Taking a seat at the opposite end and once more forcing her body to shift in the never ending struggle to remain comfortable. A losing battle, she knew, as he leaned back and gave off the impression that he owned the place.

"So, if you don't mind me asking, are you Gabriel's lover?"

She stopped in her movements and looked at him with a bit of raised brow. It had never once crossed her mind that somebody might assume such a thing. Even if she was living beneath the same roof as the man. Only because of the fact that she knew herself that nothing would ever come of this, so why should other people think that?

Yes, her mind did not work that far ahead sometimes. But before she could reply, he explained his reasoning, and it all became very clear.

"I'm just wondering because its hard to imagine such a gorgeous woman living with someone like Gabriel and not having some sort of relationship with him. Though I suppose it isn't hard to imagine him having friends that are as beautiful as you either. Beauty attracts beauty, at least that's how I see it."

Ah, so that was it. Well then she supposed that she would have to set him straight on a few things. Though it did raise question in her mind as to who this man was really. If he knew Gabriel then he would have known that she was nothing more than a good friend, a person who devoted herself to the one and only Gabriel Seran.

"Well first off I should say that Kev is fine. I actually prefer the nickname. Quick and to the point. Always the best way to go."

She then turned, her body shifting once more upon the cushions of the sofa so that she could not face toward him, a hand falling to her lap, delicate fingers tracing upward upon her thigh in the most idle of fashions. All the while, those stunning blue eyes remained focused upon his emerald ones.

"Secondly, Gabriel and I are about as far from lovers as two people can possibly get. This is a temporary living arrangement."

She would then let a soft sigh pass her lips as her eyes broke free from his, trailing about the area surrounding them, trying to put her mind on something other than the half naked man sitting just to the side of her. The temptation so great but her desire to avoid such an act greater. For now.

"So, Nathaniel...Or do you prefer Nathan? Tell me what brings somebody as handsome as yourself out on such a lovely night?

I mean sure Gabriel is interesting, but honestly if I had my choice of waiting for him or bedding any woman that came my way, I think I would choose the latter."

With that she would laugh softly, a gentle sound that was soft in nature and yet filled her eyes with a shimmering beauty that few women seemed to possess.

"Though perhaps in my case I may prefer the company of a well skilled man in my bed."

Gods what was wrong with her? Why was she behaving in such a manner with such a complete stranger?

The answer quite simple really. His attitude, the manner in which he carried himself. It drew her in like a moth to a flame. Perhaps because it resembled the man she loved, or perhaps it had simply been THAT long since she had enjoyed the company of a man? Either way, she was playing a game now, and there was no turning back.

[skindeep]

With the warm air lightly brushing against his chest, Nathaniel sat and watched as his new play toy squirmed around like a fish trying to escape from the hook that they swallowed, not knowing that they would be brought out of their comfort zone. He enjoyed playing games with people, especially women, as they always tried to gain the upper hand with him but usually failed. This girl now found it nearly impossible to keep her eyes off of him with his shirt off, but even so she seemed more interested in his eyes than his body. She was obviously connected to Gabriel in one way or another, and so there was no doubt that a million different thoughts were racing through her head at the moment. Why were Nathan's eyes so identical to Gabriel's? Why do they look so much alike? He could only imagine the questions she'd have for Gabriel when he came home, but until then he would simply reel her in.

When he had said her name she seemed to enjoy the way it rolled off of his tongue. Maybe his British accent gave it the extra zest that it needed to truly be appreciated for the beauty that it held, or maybe it was just that she liked when he said her name period. He wasn't entirely sure, as she hid what she was feeling nearly immediately as she felt it, with Nathan only being able to catch the initial hint of power his words had over her. She would try to regain her composure as he sat on the other side of the couch, giving her his name and getting himself even further immersed into the game that they were currently playing. When he happened to ask if Kevala and Gabriel were an item, he could tell right away that it wasn't exactly a comfortable subject for her. Perhaps it was a little more complicated that just being lovers or friends, as most relationships were.

After he added to the little question, saying that it would be slightly weird in his opinion if Gabriel was just friends with someone so beautiful, she seemed to regain her composure and finally went back to the comfortable position she had been sitting in before he had taken his own place on the couch. As she finally got the chance to answer his questions, she took the easier one first, telling him that she actually liked Kev more because it was straight to the point. He made a mental note of this, deciding that he rather liked calling her by her full name anyway. She then turned to him, her hand falling to her lap and playfully sliding her fingers up her thigh. She was back in the game, which only made Nathan's smile grow. The more they talked the further he went on imprinting himself onto her. Soon it would be impossible for her to go without thinking about him, just like all of the other women that played his game.

She then told him that her and Gabriel were as far from lovers as you could possibly get, and that their living arrangements were far from permanent. When those words hit his ears he smile shifted to a sly grin, especially after she let out the sigh afterward and took her gaze off of him. He could tell that she was lying, at least partly, about the relationship that she had with Gabriel. Perhaps he loved her and she didn't feel the same way, but from the way she acted after saying what she had said he believed that it was the other way around. He wanted to test this theory, and possibly even break into that love with his own charm and slowly take her away from Gabriel. Only time would tell how things would play out between her and the two brothers, but Nathan knew that their journey would be one of epic proportions.

Finally, her gaze came back to meet his, their intense eyes nearly reflecting off of each others as they took in the beauty that each of them were beholding. She called him by his name, asking if Nathan was alright, and then asking what brought him to the Seran estate that night. She put two and two together, stating that if it were her in his shoes she would be out bedding the most gorgeous specimen that she could find. He would chuckle lightly, closing his eyes and tilting his head downward, causing the majority of his bangs to fall back in front of his face and giving him a slightly intimidating look for a few moments. While his hair was like this he would open his eyes and give her a fairly intense look, before pushing his hair back again and regaining his usual smile. He loved to try to confuse people, make them think he was feeling one way and then flipping it back around on them.

"Well, I must admit, I did plan on having a night out on the town, but those plans changed as soon as the rain came down."

He would get up off of the couch, as he had noticed a nice selective of wines in a liquor cabinet in the corner of the room. He would make he way over there, opening the cabinet, grabbing a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses, and turning around to make his way back to the couch.

"So I decided to pay Gabriel a visit instead of getting rained on all night as I went from club to club, and even though I didn't get to meet some girls and bring them back to my place I happened to meet you instead. I think that's quite the trade off, if I do say so myself."

As he took his place on the couch, this time sitting in the center bringing them that much closer to each other. He would place both of the glasses on the coffee table in front of them, pouring a full glass of red wine for both of them. With that done with, he would place the bottle in the center of the table, grab the glasses and hand her one of them. If she didn't take it he would place it back on the table, otherwise he would hold his glass up for a toast.

"Even though Gabriel isn't here, that doesn't mean that we can't have a good time while he's gone, does it?"

He would take a few drinks from his glass, polishing about half of it before leaning back and looking over at her again. He couldn't help but look her up and down, noting all of her nearly perfect features as he did so. He thought that it was only fair as she had been eying him since he first arrived at her doorstep.

"But no, I don't mind if you call me Nathan, if that's what you want to call me. I think I'm going to stick with calling you Kevala, as I love the way it rolls off of my tongue."

Finishing the glass of wine, he would lick his lips slowly and place it on the table to get himself a refill. Leaving the full glass there he'd lean in a little more toward Kevala, letting the right side of his mouth perk into a grin as he gazed into her eyes.

"So what are we going to do to keep ourselves entertained while we wait for your 'friend'? I mean, we could just sit here drinking wine and exchanging tales of the past, or we could make this night a little more interesting."

[Kevala Badoer]

The questions that swirled about her mind were limitless, yet she held them back in the darker corners of her thoughts. No, she did not need to let it show that she held some suspicions about him or his relationship to Gabriel. She would indeed speak to him later, but for now she focused her attention upon the male seated there before her. Every move he made taken into her hungry little gaze and processed in her mind.

It was a never ending process. Where most girls would give up and simply go with the flow, Kevala constantly analyzed and assessed the situation.

He moved and shifted, a light chuckle being let forth at her comment. Yet when he lowered his head just slightly the look he gave was a complete opposite of the emotions he gave off. No, she was not as easily fooled as the women he most likely came in contact with on a regular basis. But he was smart, she could see it in his eyes.

Constantly he was doing to her what she did to him. Taking in every word, every move of her body and creating his own conclusions about what they meant. She would have to watch herself around this one, she could already tell.

"Well, I must admit, I did plan on having a night out on the town, but those plans changed as soon as the rain came down."

He once more rose to stand, his eyes having fallen upon the wines and liquors on the opposite side of the room. A remnant of Gabriel's recent drinking fits no doubt. Despite the warning sirens going off in her mind, she could not help but steal a quick glance at the back of the man who was so very well enticing her with every word that rolled off his tongue and every move of his body.

But more so than that, he was unknowingly drawing her in with the way his presence filled the room. The attitude he put forth as well as his emotions reached the deeper parts of her and drew her into a burning desire she had not felt for any other man but Gabriel Seran.

Two glasses were taken and instantly she knew that this night was about to take a very heated turn. For she knew better than to drink. It led to things that were perhaps not the best or wisest moves to ever be played out. Yet she did not protest, for doing such would be rude, and for all of Kevala's short comings she was still rather proper in most regards.

"So I decided to pay Gabriel a visit instead of getting rained on all night as I went from club to club, and even though I didn't get to meet some girls and bring them back to my place I happened to meet you instead. I think that's quite the trade off, if I do say so myself."

He would then return to his seat, only this time closer to her now, setting the glasses down and pouring a bit of wine for both of them. His hand offering one out to her, to which she would except it with a soft nod of her head in thanks. She would return the gesture of a toast before she would bring the glass to her lips, a few drinks taken, ones that hit her tongue and sent a chill through her entire body.

She loved the taste of wine. Perhaps a little too much and she tried hard to conceal that fact, for it was something that very few people knew about her. Something that not even Gabriel knew. Because no good would come from that knowledge...No good at all.

"Even though Gabriel isn't here, that doesn't mean that we can't have a good time while he's gone, does it?"

Those words stirring something up inside of her that perhaps she should not have been feeling. But then she did so love games and that is what this was. It hung heavy in the air, filling the space between them with every word both of them spoke. Every action both of them pulled. It was exciting and yet at the same time she wondered if perhaps she should not behave herself in a better manner.

His eyes roamed, only sealing the deal on a question she had already known the answer to. She was locked in this game, for better or worse. She just hoped the outcome was something she could live with. But then this was Kevala we are talking about, she loved to get herself into trouble, always had.

"But no, I don't mind if you call me Nathan, if that's what you want to call me. I think I'm going to stick with calling you Kevala, as I love the way it rolls off of my tongue."

She finished off her glass, setting it down just as he leaned in closer toward her, his scent mixing with the lilac scent of her shampoo as the air between them became more heated, and much smaller. Yet she did not pull back nor did she give any sign that what he was doing made her the least bit uneasy.

Instead she would shift only to set her empty glass down upon the table, letting him finish speaking before she would usher a single word forth onto the thick and heated air.

"So what are we going to do to keep ourselves entertained while we wait for your 'friend'? I mean, we could just sit here drinking wine and exchanging tales of the past, or we could make this night a little more interesting."

Interesting eh? He was speaking to the girl who lived for all things interesting and who could not pull herself away from them. So, with that, she leaned in a bit more toward him, her small hand coming up as a single delicate finger would trace over the lines of his chest, and down over his abdomen.

A light laugh of her own sent forth onto the air as she shook her head, a few strands of black hair falling down into her face as she sighed softly.

"What did you have in mind Nathaniel? I mean, I am up for anything really."

She would then withdraw her warm silken touch from his flesh as she leaned back just slightly, though not far enough to allow the distance between them to grow too far.

"Interesting is always something I am more than willing to partake in."

Her tone a bit lower than when they had initially met, a bit more sultry in manner as she shifted slightly in her position, allowing one leg to extend just enough to brush against his own and rest there softly, not bothering to pull herself back from him.

She did not know if this would lead anywhere or if perhaps the two would simply continue on in this game until one of them finally pulled back. Either way she was finding herself having a good bit of fun and fun was something that came so very rarely in this place.

"Though I warn you. I am not sure you can handle my kind of interesting."

Her icy hues held a bit of a teasing look combined with the hungry look of desire. Showing that she knew full and well this man before her could most likely handle anything she threw at him and more, yet that she wished to continue this little game.

Only of course if he was up to it. Men were funny creatures. One could never tell what they wanted until the moment was upon you.

[skindeep]

Nathaniel had started something that he did all too well, and it usually got him exactly what he wanted. He was testing the girl, Kevala, to see exactly how far she was willing to go with the little game of cat and mouse that he had set up for them. The win was only the beginning, as she would soon find out, since Nathan knew all of the tricks of the trade. Everyone in the world had some sort of weakness, even if they didn't admit it, and for many people it was some sort of intoxicant. Nathan would study her movements, down to the slightest detail, as she drank her glass of wine next to him. She seemed to almost tremble, her lips especially, as the blood red liquid went from her lips to her tongue and down her throat. She was definitely enjoying his first dose of poison, and he had plenty more to feed her.

His words, his replies, everything that came from his lips seemed to have a sort of venomous melody to it. Describing how he was going to spend his night before the storm, saying that it all turned out fine since he was still ending up in the company of a beautiful woman, these things worked on just about every girl he met and they didn't seem to be failing him now. With every new phrase that entered her ears, Kevala seemed all that more interested in doing what Nathan was continuously hinting at. What this was, exactly, was what he wanted it to be. He could be a total tease and just play with his new toy until he got bored and left her high and dry, or he could go through with the plans he had thought through since she opened the door for him in her unique choice of clothing.

Finally, Nathan asked Kevala if she wanted to make the night they were having a little more interesting. When she heard this her eyes seemed to glow with a strange interest, and with the distance between them being almost null and void there was a mixture of temperatures and scents that seemed to spin around them like a steadily developing tornado. Her hand would slowly come up from her lap, tracing a single finger down his bare chest and all the way to where his belt buckle was. She would then shake her head, messing up her hair only slightly, as she laughed at the situation that she was getting herself into. He was wondering if she would rip his belt right off like so many other girls had before her, but his thoughts seemed to be getting ahead of the actions that were taking place.

She would lean back slightly, taking her finger from off of his skin as she did so, and ask him what exactly he had in mind, as she was obviously down for anything. Anything? Now this girl was definitely a cut above the rest, a sirloin in comparison to all of the rib eyes that he had been eating lately. She played his game longer than everyone else, and even tried to entice him into her own little game with the completely open option that she held dangling in front of him. She was willing to partake in his form of entertainment as long as it was interesting, and he knew that as long as it involved her it would be nothing less than just that. He could tell that she was playing the temptress, possibly trying to make this her game instead of his, but he always had his own way of gaining the upper hand again.

As she leaned back slightly, her right leg would push past his, brushing his own left leg softly before stopping next to it. She was practically open and ready for... well whatever he had in mind, but there had to be more to this change in demeanor. Sure, he had put the moves on her fairly strong, and most other girls would have been doing much worse in her position, but that lingering though of Nathan believing that she had feelings for his brother bothered him. He could only guess that she was getting what she wanted, what she needed, from Gabriel, and she believed that Nathan could fill the holes that he had left her with. She had to add a bit of a warning for him, saying that her version of interesting was odd to say the least. Her words may have said one thing, but her crystal blue eyes seemed to suggest an obvious knowledge of what she thought he could handle.

With her turn of the game seemingly done, Nathan grabbed the dice and threw them down on the table. He would place his hands on her thighs, pushing them further apart, as he moved his body right next to her own. His emerald gaze would match hers, giving off a more intense, even powerful stare as he brought his head down to her abdomen. His hair would fall in front of his face once again, making him look much like the animal that he often hid from everyone that he met. He would softly kiss her abdomen a couple of times before slowly bringing his head up toward her chest, taking a deep breath through his nostrils and enjoying the scents that she was giving off. As he reached his bosom he would stop, looking up toward her with his tongue gliding against his upper lip. His eyes still held the same intensity, and he seemed to be changing with every second that passed.

His head would quickly launch up to her neck as his body pressed up against hers, his bare skin rubbing against her own as he slowly brought his slightly wet hand up her thighs, past her hips and up to her very short tank top. His thumbs would take position beneath the shirt while his other fingers gripped the outside of the shirt. His thumbs would rub against her flesh just as his torso did to her own. He was one movement away from undoing her bra, as he hands lifted the back of her shirt up. He would stop his eager hands where they were, going back to the more interesting part of his turn. He would breath heavily on the right side of her neck, his tongue barely touching it, before he would bite fairly hard into her flesh. He wanted to show that he enjoyed it all, and at the same time see how far she would go.

As he added pressure onto the bite, he would slowly move his body up and down against her own causing their own little version of friction. When he could finally taste the blood from the wound that he had created he would let up on the bite, now sensually kissing and sucking at the wound that he had inflicted on her. Was he rushing the game? Not in his eyes. In fact he honestly wanted to just get to the good part, but since she was so eager to play with him he was willing to indulge in a bit of fun. After taking in a bit of Kevala's own red wine, he would move his right hand down to her thigh as he left hand moved up to the clasp of her bra, getting ready to undo it at a moment's notice. He would pull his now blood ready lips away from her neck and bring them up to her ear, nibbling on it once before whispering to her.

"Babe, the word interesting pales in comparison to me." He'd say as he breathed lightly into her ear. She would probably be able to tell the difference in his behavior, but he was far past the charming demeanor at this point. "But I think its your turn now. Show me you're as special as you appear. I don't want another disappointment."

[Kevala Badoer]

It was a game to her, one which she played very well. Better than most women he had encountered, or at least that was her opinion. She had played with so many men who had fallen short of her desired expectations. So man who had talked a good game but when the time came, they were nothing in comparison to her. But alas, only time would tell if he was any different, if he could truly hold her interest and keep her from getting up and walking away as she had so many times before with men of less caliber.

Something in the air shifted, the heat between them rising as his scent mixed with her own and created an intoxicating mixture to fill her senses. The heat of his hands upon her thighs, pressing her legs further apart, bringing the soft brush of her tongue to her lower lip. She did not resist, she wanted him to show her just how well he played this game and how interesting he could truly be.

His head lowered, icy hues following every movement his body made as she felt him pressing closer toward her...Then, as his hair fell into his face, his lips were felt brushing against her stomach, a chill coursing through her spine as she softly began to chew upon her lower lip. His head lifting, heated breath falling over her breasts, felt through the shirt she wore, just above the line of her bra. It was at this point that most women would have been begging for more, whimpering out with their need to feel more of him. But Kevala knew all to well what sounds like that could do in a game such as this. No, she remained strong, simply taking in every bit of pleasure from the sensations he was assaulting upon her small body.

Their eyes locking for a split second, the intensity in his gaze only sparking her own intense desire. His fingers working to grip her shirt, brushing of his heated touch against silken skin...Then he moved, his lips going to her neck, teeth finding that delicate flesh and biting down...all the while his fingers continuing to move and work their way upward toward the clasp of her bra....Her eyes fell closed, her head tilting just slightly to allow for access to her slender neck....a shakey breath drawn inward as the bite intensified and she felt the pain of his teeth breaking flesh...The faint scent of her blood, the scent she knew all too well, wafting into the air now, mingling with the mixture they had already created between their heated bodies.

Then, when he had gotten what he had apparently been seeking, he released the bite, only to kiss and suck upon her neck, taking her blood into his mouth, causing the heat her of her own body to increase, her desire spiking in that instant and causing the slightest rock of her hips upward and into him. She held no fear in showing him she loved the sensation he had just caused her, for it was one that many men failed to provide...Already he was proving to be a cut above the rest...

But then he broke free from her neck, the soft, slow trickle of her blood felt slowly seeping down over her flesh as he lifted his lips to her ear. His heated whispers sending yet another soft shiver down her spine and a soft grin to curl upon her lips..It appeared that this was the end move in his turn and that now it was up to her to try and prove that she was far better than those who had so sorely disappointed him in the past.

She could do that. Or at least in her mind she was certain that she could. With one leg pinned between his body and the back of the couch, her other would come up, just enough so that it could wrap about his waist, holding him against her. One small hand, coming up, wrapping about him and allowing her to trace her delicate fingertips down his back...Staring at the point just between his shoulder blades and continuing downward all the way to the point where his pants met his flesh. It was a slow, deliberate touch, one meant to show that she did indeed have a soft, sensual side to her...Or perhaps to be misleading...For she was certain in her mind that such a touch had been delivered time and time again by many the female seeking his company.....

Her other hand would come up, working her fingers into his hair, brushing lightly through it, again, sensual and seductive in nature....All the while those eyes remained closed, simply enjoying the sensations of everything being heightened from the lack of sight.....Ah, but enough was enough...Time to stop playing the delicate flower and show him what he had asked so nicely to see.

Finger wrapped about his hair, gripping as she pulled his head back and away from her, just enough that her now crimson gaze could settle upon his lips..The sight of her blood still lingering there only making her grin softly. She would lean in, her tongue slipping forth to brush over his lip, tasting her blood there letting out a satisfied sigh. It had been so long since she had tasted that sweet liquid, not realizing how much she missed it until it filled her senses..Only driving her further.

Her head tilted, her lips seeking out his own neck and gently kissing over his flesh for but a moment, before teeth parted and captured his skin within their grip. Biting down roughly, seeking out that which he had drawn from her....All the while, her hand on his back would begin its trek upward once more, this time her nails biting into his flesh as they slowly dragged against him.

Finally that hungry little mouth got just what it had been seeking, the heated, copper taste of his blood flowing over her tongue and causing her to moan out against his neck as she broke free of that bite to suck upon the wound she had made. The hand in his hair once more brushing through his locks as she rocked her hips upward, the heat of her body growing, more than likely enough so that it could be felt through his pants as she pressed so tightly against him.

It was then, with a gentle kiss over the still slowly bleeding bite mark, that she would pull back, lips trailing downward over his shoulder as she shifted her hand on his back to drag her nails down and over his side...Her other hand settling in at the back of his neck....Lifting her head she brushed her lips to his ear, her own heated whisper offered in return to his little comment...

"Trust me baby...I am one of a kind...."

That was all she felt that she had to say, and with that, a little growl was given just as her teeth sunk roughly into his shoulder...Her black hair falling about her beautiful face. Her leg holding him still to her as both hand found a stationary position, one on the back of his neck, the other on his side, just below his ribs....Both of them sinking nails deeply into his flesh. If he wanted to play, she would play.

But the question still remained.....Would he keep up with her, or would he simply find her too much to handle like all the rest?

Guess she would find out......as his blood again flowed into her mouth, she could only think one thing....

Your turn.......

[skindeep]

As his teeth sank into her delicate flesh, Kevala seemed to almost shake with intensity. Her entire body began to heat up from the strange ecstasy that he was giving her with every second he drank from her deep neck wound. She began to thrust her pelvis up against his slowly, and then back down again. This was making it obvious that she was enjoying every bit of what many other girls often hated. It wasn't often that he found a girl that enjoyed the more violent acts that could be performed during sex, or at least during some sort of sexual interaction, and the fact that she not only didn't mind but also enjoyed it turned him on even more. She was going up on his list of woman with every passing second, and he wanted to see just how far he could go with this little game that they were having.

As his lips found her ear and sent his slightly provoking words into her ears he could feel a slight shiver travel through her back where his hand was waiting to unclasp her bra. He knew that he had proven that he was quite the man, in just about every way possible, and she seemed to be liking every aspect of him. After he told her not to disappoint him he could see a smile cross his lips from the corner of his eyes. He put all hope on this girl to make what he thought would be a boring night something to remember, and it seemed that she aimed only to please. She would wrap her legs around his lower back, bringing them that much closer to the act that he was sure both of them so desperately waited for. She had all of the pieces to make an impressive move, but it took a lot to actually impress Nathaniel.

One of her hands would wrap around him and trace down his back, slowly and softly, all the way down to his pants. This was nothing new to him, as it was something that so many woman did to try to get a man aroused, or comfortable, and it was slightly boring and repetitive. He wanted something rare, or even completely new, but its not like he knew exactly what kind of girl Kevala was. He was good at reading people, but it was still hard to tell how they would act during his games. Next her other hand would go up to his head, her fingers moving through his hair the same way her other hand had gone down his back. As this happened he would roll his eyes for a second as he waited for something, anything interesting to happen. She was playing the game like every other girl, and his patience was wearing thin.

Then it happened, like she went through a complete one-eighty. Her fingers would grip his hair and pull his head back so that they could now look at each other in the face again. Instead of wincing and making a face like most other men that had this down to them, he would simply smile back at her, his gaze still intense and almost animalistic as he stared into her eyes tauntingly. One thing that he noticed, however, was the complete change in her eye color. It had shifted from a crystal blue to blood red, and he wondered what had caused this. Something to find out if she was worth attention after getting what he wanted. Then, like lightning, she moved her mouth next to his, licking his blood covered lips and taking in the taste of her own delectable liquid. No kiss for his yet though.

After getting her taste of blood it seemed that she wanted more, and he knew that there was only one way she could get it in their current situation. Her head would go into a similar position as his had been only moments earlier, kissing his neck sensually a couple of times before her teeth found their mark. The bite was fast and rough, just the way that he truly liked it, and as the pressure on his neck grew so did his need to conquer her. As she bit down, the hand that was on his lower back would trail back up, digging her nails into his back and rending five bloody cut wounds all the way up his back. She was making her mark on him in more ways than one, and he couldn't wait to get his own turn and continue to imprint himself onto her. She would be his, body and soul, no matter how long it took him to claim her as his own.

Soon she would release his neck from the devastating bite and begin to drink from his wound, letting out some moans with every little sip of blood that hit her tongue. It seemed that she enjoyed the taste of blood quite a bite more than he did, as not only was she moaning but as she continued to thrust her pelvis against him the heat of her body only continued to grow. He would have to jot this down in his mind and journal. 'Blood and wine make for a good time.' He would have smiled at his little thought, but his urges had finally begun to take over him. There was nothing left of the charming and suave Nathan that had entered the estate, as this version of him was replaced with something much more vicious and dark. This had been the first time that he had let his darker side out other than when he was truly causing pain to others, and he knew that there was no predicting his actions from that point on.

As she stopped liking up the crimson liquid that now flowed down his neck, kissing the wound, she would move her lip up to his ear and whisper. It was funny how she seemed to only copy what he had done, adding her own flavor to it, but once again this Nathan wasn't one for smiling let alone laughing. She would tell him that she was one of a kind before sinking her teeth into his shoulder, making yet another wound on his body. Her hands would move to different positions, digging into his skin once again, as to say that he wasn't getting away from her now. He loved that she was into the violent acts that he had provoked, as now what little semblance of a conscience he currently had could rest easily and not worry about what sort of things he could end up doing to the girl that had unleashed the monster within.

A few moments after all of her little attacks on his body had been unleashed, he would release the clasp of her bra and place his free hand under her ass. With this down, he would move his legs off of the couch and lift her up, moving quickly toward the glass liquor cabinet that was just across the way. Before he would slam her body against the cabinet, his hand that was still under the back part of her shirt would grab it and tear, ripping the back of her shirt clean off. Then it happened. Her body would slam into the glass cabinet, shattering one of the doors as the hand that had just ripped her shirt came up and yanked on her black hair. He would then bite down violently on her shoulder, nearly tearing her flesh clean off, as he shifted over and slammed her against the wall next to the cabinet.

He would shake his head rapidly, like a tiger trying to rip some meat from a gazelle, before releasing his bite and licking licking madly at the large gash. With a mouth nearly full of blood, he would tilt his head back all the way and gargle it before swallowing. Meanwhile, his hand would be placed on each of her shoulders, pinning her against the wall. When just about every drop had went down his throat he would quickly bring his head back up to look at her, his hair flicking back into his face. The look on his face was like that of a beast that had just finished at meal, blood dripping down his chin and neck and he held his mouth open while breathing heavily. There was no caging this animal until he got what he wanted, and so it was really up to Kevala on whether she was willing to give it to him or not.

He would move his lips up to her own, kissing them lighting and then biting on his lower lip. He wanted more, much more, but some part of him still wanted to toy with her. An idea flashed through his mind, one that he would never have even thought about going through with if he was in the right state of mind. But he was not, in fact he was as far from the right state of mind as he could possibly be, and so he decided to try to win the game with one unthinkable move. Moving both of his hands down slightly, to the sides of her chest, he would bring his head back and look at her with a slightly cocked eye brow. "Can I trust you with a little secret?" His words were as venomous as a snake, but he knew that she would take them in. "My name isn't really Nathaniel Beauvais... Its Nathaniel Seran!" And with that announcement, something he had not told anyone else, he would bite back into her shoulder and slowly move his right hand over to caress her breast barely covered breast.

[Kevala Badoer]

As blood filled her mouth, slipping down her delicate throat, she felt something inside of her break free. That primitive, dark nature she had kept locked away for so long now…The part of her that she had tamed and beaten back. The monster that she kept hidden was free and wanted more. No…..It needed more as she pulled back, feeling the clasp of her bra released and leaving her delicate back free and clear. Then, with a sudden shift of his body she would feel his hand on her ass, gripping tightly so that he could lift her tiny form from the couch…Pausing only for a moment to rip her shirt free from her back, she growled softly.

It was not a growl of warning, but one of sheer desire and want. She was too far gone at this point to back away now. She wanted more…more blood, more pain, more violence. Which is just what she got, her back slammed into the glass door of the cabinet, feeling the small shards tear at her flesh. Fresh blood sliding down her back, sending a chill down her spine, eyes falling closed as she moaned out a bit louder. She felt his own inner beast having been released…Felt his passion growing thick upon the air as he again moved her slender body, this time slamming her into the wall. Pain erupted through her body, though not nearly enough. No, she wanted more….

Need more……

That voice in her head, demanding that which it needed..Letting it known that they were far past the point of something as simple as want….For her, there was no turning back right now..She needed this man before her, needed more of his blood and more of the pain he delivered to her.

His hand moving from her back now wrapped within her long black locks, gripping her hair and jerking her head back just as his teeth sank violently into her shoulder. Pain shooting through her body and causing another cry of pleasure to escape her tiny form…His hunger for blood was almost as much as that which burned deep within her. His head jerked, causing her to feel the rip of her flesh…every wave of pain sending chills down her spine….her small hands gripping his back now, nails sunk into his flesh so deeply that she could feel the warmth of his blood pooling beneath her nails.

Then he pulled back, those crimson eyes falling upon his face…That feral look, the blood, her blood covering his lips, dripping down his chin and neck…it was enough to cause her to whimper softly as she desired more…needed more…Usually she tried to hide her submissive nature from those she slept with, but she was hungry….very hungry…and she could not contain that fact for long….He pressed his lips against her own, kissing her, letting her taste that blood she hungered for..but only for a moment…For then he would pull back, a thought seeming to come to his mind…..

All the while Kevala would struggled to move from her pinned position against the wall, trying to get just a bit closer to him, just for one more taste…that was all she needed…But then he spoke…those words struggling to get through the part of her that was hungered and dark…working to reach the part of her that thought logically. His name was Nathaniel Seran…….meaning that he was related to the man she loved…

The man who does not want you…The man who will never want you……Must have more…Must take more……

Any chance of logic consuming her was lost as those words filtered through her mind…a little blood smirk forming on her lips as she shook her head…hands jerking downward on his back, ripping into his flesh as she growled out once more. Clear in her actions that she did not care in this moment who he was, only that she hungered for him….

His lips found way to her shoulder once more, again biting into her flesh as she slammed her head back against the wall, the pain causing her to become drunk with desire……Her head falling forward to his neck, lips brushing against his flesh as her small legs wrapped tightly about his waist…An evil little thought entering her mind….He was not the only one who could come forth with words that shocked and surprised the other………Her lips lifting upward to brush against his ear as she felt his hand caress against her breast through her shirt……A sultry whisper being let forth, that hunger of her dripping from ever word that left her mouth…..

”Well then, it appears I find myself with a bit of a problem…..”

Her legs tightened about him, jerking him into her all the more as one hand would come up from his back, blood coating her delicate fingertips as it pressed against the back of his head, holding him into the bite he currently had upon her and moaning out softly against his ear……

”One Seran owns my heart…..And another owns my body…….”

She was never one to give away her true feelings for Gabriel, but in this moment she could care less…she needed…the man who had her pinned against the wall and she was always one to continue the game. But the question was….Was this man smart enough to figure out the puzzle she had just given him. On the surface it seemed clear enough…..She was in love with Gabriel…and currently ‘playing’ with Nathaniel…But below the surface laid something so much more complicated and twisted…..

She may have loved Gabriel, but the man did not want her, never would he touch her……..Yet here stood a man who had laid claim to her body…a body which in this moment, belonged to him……Would he know this from her words…would he understand that in that simple little statement she had just given herself to him?

She supposed she would just have to wait and see if he got her meaning or if he pulled away at the realization that she was in love with the man he was related to…….She hoped for the first but she would not be surprised for the other to occur.

Either way, she pulled away from his ear, teeth sinking into his neck harshly and without any foreplay involved….She wanted blood…his blood……And she got it, feeling the warm copper liquid fill her mouth as she moaned out loudly against his flesh…her own head shifting just lightly as she tore at his neck….Sending more blood into her mouth……Feeling it overflow her mouth, pouring out from the corners of her mouth, and down her neck……Breaking free from the bite to lick over the flowing wound…..a soft, almost purred sound escaping her as she growled out toward him..the darker part of her coming forth to play……

”More…”