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Feeling like a bit of a menace, I decide to test that theory and see if they're hungry or spooked. A devilish smirk spreads as I creep through the unlocked door. Their keen sense of hearing is drowned out by the screams exuding from the sixty-inch, flat-screen TV mounted on the wall.
My spell has given them so much security that they don't even worry about someone sneaking in. It feels good to watch them–like they're my prey instead of the other way around.
Devious images of things I could do dance around in my mind. I'm not here to play too many games though. I've got one thing in mind and it's time to announce my presence.
With a hard slam of the door, I watch all three of them leap from their seats, popcorn flying in response. Zee is the only one who screeches out in surprise, proving the slasher film might have been more of a horror for him than the others.
My seductress's grin stays intact as I stare into Kane's eyes. It takes him less than a blink to move to me, readying to attack, until he realizes it's me. He pulls his fist down from the air, and his glowing blues simmer down to his natural greens.
"Who the fu-"
"Alyssa?" Zee squeaks, interrupting Deke's question.
"Alyssa is light with blond hair," Deke says dismissively.
With Kane blocking their view, they can't see me right now. There's nothing light about me in this moment. I'm dark and I’m fucking love it.
"Alyssa?" Kane murmurs softly while tilting his head to show his confusion. "I thought I asked you to stay in tonight."
He pockets his hands when he doesn't know what to do with them, squirming uncomfortably as he appraises me and my attire.
"I felt like being rebellious. Complain much?" I quip while taking a sexy-strutted step toward him.
"What's going on? Why is your hair dark?"
His eyes greedily scour my body, taking in all the revealed flesh. I finally tire of the soft-spoken Kane. I crave the night stalker lurking within. I crave his bite.
Without giving him much time to react, I pull him to me, jerking his face to meet mine. He doesn't fight in the least. He grips me under my ass and jerks me up, pulling me tight against his firm body.
"O... kay... so... um...what's going on?" Zee chuckles.
Something almost erotically charged flows from my mouth to Kane's, making his eyes open and almost roll back in his head from the euphoric delight. He pulls back just slightly to savor the remnants of power, licking his lips for any lingering taste.
"That's new," he murmurs while showing me his glowing blues I wanted to see.
"Your room," I order, pushing my lips back against his.
He doesn't dawdle or argue as the wind rushes against the back of my hair. The door shuts, and almost simultaneously, I'm on my back in his bed. He's always the predator, the aggressor, the one calling the shots. Not tonight. This is my game, and I'll play it my way.
"Fuck, you taste good," he murmurs against my lips, feeding my need for his desire.
With a rough motion, I knock him to his back and climb over to straddle him. His eyes find mine, though he doesn't offer me true submission. I know it won't be long before his night stalker tries to rise up and take over one way or another.
With a swift motion, he rips my shirt over my head, exposing my bare breasts not confined by a bra. A few curses fall through his lips in a whispered, praising tone as his eyes rake over me.
My dark hair falls into place, obstructing his view slightly before I fall down to press my lips to his, hungry to taste that divine nectar once more. His tongue slips between my lips, showing his expert exploration abilities. One of his hands tangles in my hair, as the other grips the curve of my ass.
His arousal is evident; his firmness pressed between my legs. Straddling him in leather isn't ideal. I want to feel him closer, drink him in. More than anything, I want his fangs buried deep in my flesh and throwing me into that high—just not yet.
He gasps as my hands runs along the seam of his jeans, finding his button and then his zipper. The screams of the slasher film almost excite me, enticing the darkness within. Loud growls and the bashing of metal bars rattle out, reminding me the bitch lycan is locked downstairs. I can hear it, even though I shouldn't be able to. That room is soundproofed.
I almost feel like strutting in front of her and fucking the man I won't let her have right in front of her eyes. The vile thought only fuels my hunger, making me crave him in so many ways.
His breath hitches when I free his erection, and then his hand grips my hair almost too hard when my lips close around his hard shaft. Each stroke deliberate and teasing, I offer him pleasure in a way I never have before.
He moans, almost growling in the back of his throat as I continue to take him deeper, owning him.
"Shit, Alyssa," he murmurs through a surprised exhale, feeding my dark temptress.
