|ABOARD THE SIREN MAIDEN|

	[Thalia’s Chamber] The scent shouldn’t have still be burning her nose, driving her senses wild but it did. He was driving her mad, hard to ignore, difficult to push it out of her mind but here she was, aching to taste him. The azure optics disappeared behind sealed lids breathing in, hold, exhale. No, nothing was working his musk, his blood was still wafting through the air into the nasal passageway of the captain. Night had fallen and the gentle rocking of the ship against the small wave in the ocean was felt, soothing motion to calm her nerve. That did absolutely nothing either, the vampire lied resting on her back an arm draped over her forehead concentrating on the crashing of water against the ship’s hull. Slowly the lashes retreated from resting against her cheekbones and her gaze was revealed but there was something different, her eyes were no longer that deep blue of the ocean, oh no it was as a deep of a red as blood could get. Pain shooting through the top row of teeth fangs springing out from hidden as the wet pink muscle glided over the sharp canine tasting the metallic copper on her taste buds. Blood, not what she wanted— correction it was blood that she wanted but not hers…his. Upper body lifted up, sitting upright in the bed with white tresses cascading down her back and shaping to the curve of her face. Slowly she stood bare foot against the smooth wooden floor, legs that brought her to the door where the knob turned and she found herself exiting her chamber.

<b>Lub-dub…lub-dub…lub-dub.</b>

|Guest Chamber|
Went the sound of the heart she was listening intensively to, belonging to the one being that had the most intoxicating blood that called to her to come to him. Silent footfalls to the chamber of the guest she brought on board after he had surrendered coming along quietly with her to her ship and to head back to one of the many harbor that she claimed and run. Overwhelmed by his beating heart and aroma that was seeping from the close door she pushed with a soft creak and inside she stepped. Surprised he wasn’t asleep but sitting in a chair that sat in the middle of the room as if he was waiting for, expecting her to show up and for the exact reason why she came. ‘Had a feeling you’d show up…’ Silence broken by the male’s voice that was soon silenced by the grazing of cold fingers sliding underneath his chin standing directly behind him. Nothing else came to be sounded except the soft breathing from the man when his head tilted back lifting his chin towards the sky exposing his neck to her, allowing her to graze digits against the delicate flesh. Blood coursing through his vein hearing the pumping of an organ that kept him alive and breathing along with the rising lust that thickened in the air. Bending at the waist arms draped over his shoulder letting her palms slide down the front of his body snaking inside the thin white shirt that outlined the toned body even blessing her to catch a peek at the V line at the hips.

Inhaling his scent lips came to meet the side of his neck marking him with cold lips feeling the shiver sliding down his body with the soft groan he held back. Lower her tiers moved until she was pressing into the crevice of where neck met shoulder, fingers sliding through her hair gripped close to the scalp that sent nails to grip the front of his top ripping it to expose his skin to her. Pesky clothing blocking her view of what she wanted to see, that she needed to see, stopping her teasing to his neck her tongue tingled to be painted in red filled until she was satisfied both sexually and by the means of food. A firm hold was on her hip and she was pulled to sit on his lap straddling him and force to face him. Hunger burning in his eyes with the ripping of fabric her top was ripped exposing the ample breasts that was cupped and lips were locked. Feverish and deranged to even think clearly hands slid through the short hair of the man pushing back into him with his hands finding their way to her rear and she was shoved forward grazed upon his lap that caused a quiet hiss to roll in her throat.

Eager to explore her body with hands that had to feel her out and such, that was all stopped by the lightly raking of sharp teeth pressing into the throat of the other. A way of silently telling him to obey unless he wanted to bleed to death it was welcomed as well. Immediately taking notice with the aggression being held back a bit, and she was able to focus on exactly how she want to experience his blood for the first time. Was it sweet and savoy? Or bitter and sour? No taste? So many questions ran through her head yet it wasn’t on her mind when nips was given to mark spots that were his sweet spot that made him shift in the chair with digits biting on the flesh of her ass. Testing the waters to see where to bite exactly to lower discomfort in the source but who was she kidding. Fooling her own self to even be gentle and take her time with him when a sting came to her right cheek sending her jolting forward with a growl now echoing in the room. Was it a good idea to even be attach to such a mysterious being that had the scent that no vampire could resist, like a cat drawn to catnip. That was exactly how he was,addicting.