“Vampire,” I purr when I’m right behind her. The mage and vampyr don’t do anything but glare at me. I catch a flash of light gray scales and golden serpent eyes peak out of her hair. So Castiel is on her, but she has to know about it.
Without glancing at me, she states, “Angel.” Then takes a sip of her drink. Most of it is already gone.
Castiel slides along her head and over her ear. Dipping down to arch under her jaw. She raises her hand and strokes a finger down his belly side.
“You do know that’s a ghost viper,Trouble. Their venom paralyzes its victims and causes nerve damage at best, and with your size you’d be lucky to just die immediately.” She continues stroking Castiel and I bet the fucking demigod is just basking inthe attention. Taking a step closer so I’m now just a hairs breath away, I lean down to murmur in her ear, “And that would just be a – “
She cocks her head before I can finish my statement, turns making her shoulder brush my chest before placing her palm over my heart, and then she shoves me. And she shoves me fucking hard.
I skid back several feet. Those that weren’t shoving their tongues down someone else’s throat stop what they’re doing to stare. Most of them gawking, but I can’t focus on that because this little five foot nothing actually pushed me away. And she did it with a move that seemed like it had no power.
Thorne said she barely had any power to her. Her energy barely a flicker and her aura was even less than.
“Don’t fucking touch me.”
Her words low and cold. Eyes tracing over me and hardening. There’s a shift in her and her eyes flicker for a moment before she turns back around and sips her drink. No one moves. No one speaks. No one even breathes.
Before she can finish swallowing her drink I have my hand wrapped around the back of her neck and another fanning over her stomach, pinning her back to my chest and twisting her head so her face is in front of mine.
“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t fucking touch, trouble.” My lips murmuring the words over the top of hers. A ghost of a touch and fuck that sweetness explodes in my senses. Sweet and a hint of floral. My hands tighten around her. It tastes like a drug I know I’ll never get over. “Fucking trouble.”
Her eyes flare with an expression I’m all too familiar with and it would make me excited but instead of fighting she freezes. The panic and fear that had been consuming those rosy eyes turns dull as her entire body stills. She doesn’t necessarily tense, but her body does brace.
“Sun devil,” she mutters, barely a breath.
I drop her and step back. Her body crumbles to the floor for not even a second before she jumps up and backs away from me. Dead eyes flaring back to life as she looks at me like I’m something she’s about to eviscerate.
Normally I would be turned on by it, that flash of fear right before I fuck them past their limit, but there’s something different about hers. And calling me a devil when she knows I’m an angel rubs me wrong. I could have been born a devil since my father is one, but I took after my mother’s genetics and I won’t let someone scorn them.
“That’s a bullshit nickname, trouble,” I grumble. The cup she had been drinking from is now on the floor and both her hands are fisted. I wonder if she would try to kill me. She apparently has the strength to try. I forgot newly turned vampires are faster and stronger than they appear. But that is usually accompanied by bloodlust – which she has proven she doesn’t have.
“You touch me again and I’ll rip your throat out.” Violent, dangerous,deadly. She sounds like she means it.
I can feel him before he even steps into the room. His aura is stronger now, I’m sure everyone can feel it.
“I’d be careful who you threaten,” Thorne’s cold voice drawls. “And in who’s house you do it in.”
The music has stopped and more people crowd in the doorways to watch the spectacle. They don’t fully enter, not wanting to be in the crossfires, but no one can resist a good show.
Rosy eyes snap behind me. “Keep a leash on your winged bitch then.”
If there was someone still breathing before, they certainly aren’t now. Little troublemaker is about to be in an unholy amount of even more trouble.
I smirk as Thorne slowly stalks towards her. He’s still in his school uniform, though his blazer is gone and the sleeves of his white shirt are rolled up with the top few buttons undone. So much controlled fury roiling with his aura as his red eyes stay locked with rosy ones.
Thorne stops about three feet from her and slips his hands into his pants pockets. I cross my own arms and lean against the back of a couch as I watch the show with everyone else.
“As far as I’m concerned,” Thorne rumbles, “the only one needing a leash is you. Probably a muzzle too.”
Rolling out her shoulders she simply crosses her arms and smirks at him. The girl’s got balls at least. Standing up to a blood demon, and she had done the same to Varian too. . . so it makes me wonder why she froze with me.
“You come near me with a muzzle and I’ll peel the skin off your bones.”
She says it the same way when she threatened me. Like she could actually pull through with her threat.
Thorne tisks. “Did I not just say where and who you threaten?” In a blink Thorne is before her with a hand wrappedaround her neck. In another blink he has her back against a wall and his fangs an inch from her neck.
Then something I wouldn’t have thought would happen does. A small blade soars through the air slicing Thorne’s shoulder and nicking the top of the girl’s.
