Damn… It… All…

Waking up at sunset she had been called by the department to come in. But she had refused. No. She had already planed to have a night out on her night off and have fun damn it! She wasn’t going to spend every single night of her life from now to eternity working or anything like that. No, she was going to have fun.

Which was why she was at the White Mice now. She was going to find some poor fool to take home and have fun with. Not kill him of course. No one here was a problem that she could see. A few drunkards, but no one of real consequence. She wanted someone who was a trouble-maker tonight though, someone who could make her night.

The music was pumping through her mind. The scents of the people around her were swarming her nose. Oh delicious. She was definitely on the hunt tonight… For blood… For fun… But where exactly would she find it? All the men here seemed like scum here… She needed someone she knew was going to give her a fun time.

Coming off the dance floor Jaxon headed to the bar. Not to cool off or anything but to get a drink. No one on the floor had interested her. A couple of grabby guys, but she didn’t want grabby. No. She hated grabby, that usually meant possessive and possessive wasn’t ever good.

Her heels- yes heels –clicked against the floor. And she was actually dressed like a woman tonight. She didn’t look like a teen who lived on the street at the moment. Not in the denim mini skirt, the strappy heels, and glittery black tube top. She hadn’t thought she could pull it off well, but she did. Jaxon, the Navy SEAL trained tom-boy was a real woman tonight, even wearing make up that looked nice. Her own father, her sire and Corrigan wouldn’t even recognize her. They could look right at her and only her mismatched eyes would give her away.

Ordering a Vanilla Pillow she looked around the bar, the dance floor, wondering if someone here could be the person she needed for the night. But where? Where could he be in here? Her off colored eyes wandered around more. Looking… Just looking for someone… But not just anyone…

The music, while not particularly musical, had a good rhythm. It thudded in his chest like a second heartbeat, drowned out thought. That was the way places like this worked. Crank the pound up so high rational thinking got shoved out and pour some alcohol in for good measure. Smart decisions were checked at the door.

Just the way he liked it.

The White Mice Nightclub. It fell just this side of seedy. The kind of place where bartenders played fast and loose with IDs and more business was going on than just the drinking kind. It wasn't uncommon for him to get cases where the victim had been here beforehand twice a week or more. Because this was where the party was.

Strobe lights, smoke, and loud loud music. Curvy bodies twisting and dipping, hands sliding over flesh and clothing. Maybe not everybody's idea of unwinding, but it sure was his. Adam craved being in the thick of it. Fingers trailed across his cheek, teasing. He laughed and the sound was lost to the driving hammer of music. His eyes on his momentary dance partner's, he caught one of the slender fingers in his teeth. She laughed and spun away, quickly vanishing in the throb of people.

His brow studded with beads of sweat, Adam made his way to the bar, a leisurely process. Grinning, the expression devastating on his all-too-pretty face, he leaned against it, taking in the lovely view of shapely female backside in a denim mini. Pair that with some spike heels to showcase said backside and some really great legs, and you had a woman who knew what to do with herself. "Vodka tonic, easy on the tonic. Vodka tonic!" He called to the bartender, though not loudly enough at first.

Adam walked his fingers up the smooth back, tapped them on her shoulder. Casual touching in a place like this wasn't taboo, it was the norm.

Jaxon's body ached as she felt a gentle, seductive touch ran along her fairly bare back. It was something that she wasn't used to, something she terribly wanted. As the fingers tapped her shoulder, Jax turned her head to see a rather... Familliar face.

He was an officer at the station. Jax hadn't worked with him much, being in a different division and all. But she knew of him... Knew of his reputation through one of the other women she worked with. And it made her shiver as she set her mismatched eyes on him. She decided to play it coy though. After all, he might not remember her.

"Well now... It's not every night I see such a handsom face here." A smile was creeping across her face as she spoke. "You new around here stranger?" She teased slightly as she turned to face him, delicatly brushing a strand of her dirty blond hair behind her ear.

With a casual sip of her drink, his vodka and tonic appered. Knowing her alcohols she was able to tell what he got just by it's scent. But Jax had also heard him call it anyway.

She thought his name was Adam but she couldn't really remember... But his name didn't make a hell of differance to her. He was good looking... Well hah, that was a bit of an understatement really.. For his age, a few years older than herself really... If she were still human, she might have taken him up for good. But well. That was about a year ago.

She smiled as she took another sip of her drink. "So. What's your name?"

Adam Stanton was known for not forgetting a face; it was part of what made him good at his job. So when Jax turned around, he felt the nagging sensation of hey, I've seen you before... But she looked different than she did at work, so he couldn't remember her exactly. Her eyes, though, those he knew he, well, knew. If only in passing. He sipped his drink, studying her without looking like he was studying her. Face was pretty enough; not jaw-dropping, but the lady had a good hand with the makeup. The bod, well now, that was a wowza. Small, but built, in more ways than one.

Adam grinned at her compliment, an aw-shucks kind of grin. "New? Not entirely." He replied, using the deep boom of music as an excuse to shift a little closer as he talked. But, really, it was pretty impossible to have any sort of conversation with it going. But an introduction was probably a good idea. "Name's Adam, Adam Stanton." With a nod, he tapped his glass to hers. He opened his mouth as if to say something else, but a new song started with a crash. Wryly, Adam wondered how the deejay knew just what decibel level the human ear could tolerate without suffering permanent damage.

He took another sip of his vodka tonic. On the outside, he looked like every other guy in the building—relaxed, enjoying himself, looking for a good time. (He was rather prettier than most of the other guys, but hey.) On the inside, he was pretty much like every other guy in the building too. Eyeing the girls and wondering which ones were doable, which ones weren’t, and which ones he thought he could get home with him.

With another quick, melt-your-knees smile, he tossed the rest of his drink back. Shoving himself from his position of leaning against the bar, he held a hand out to Jaxon. The music was loud, not particularly good, and there. Why waste it?

She was able to pick his scent out from the others as he leaned closer... Was able to hear the beating of his heart... And those things were more intoxicating to Jax than any drink she could think of. She knew he was studying her. He was a man and she a woman after all and she knew that he was vuagly aware of who she was. Adam. Yes, that was indeed his name.

But just as he was about to say something else the music started abrupt and loud making Jaxon wince in pain, dropping her glass on the floor. But by the time her hands went to cover her ears it had faded off slightly and her ears were no longer being assulted by the music. The drink wasn't too much of a waste, only a little sip left, but the broken glass was scattered about the floor now.

Jax gave Adam a little smile, sheepish and almost embarressed. But well, it wasn't her fault her ears were more sensitive than his. Yeah... It was a good thing she didnt' get headaches too easy anymore. Otherwise she'd be in serious trouble.

Grabbing the attention of the nearest tender she pointed down to the broken glass with an appologetic look as Adam finished off the rest of his drink. Her ears and head were still aching slightly, but she would be fine in the long run.

She saw his hand and took it with a mischevious smile. She would have given him her name, but well, it was too loud to talk. Besides, she didn't particularly want talk tonight. What fun was there ever in talking after all? Following him out onto the dance floor she found herself wondering, just where would this night lead them?

He glanced over at the broken glass. She might have gotten nicked by the shards flying up. After all, there was a lot of skin to nick. But she was fine and a club employee was already mopping the spill up. Adam supposed broken glasses were nothing new here at the White Mice.

Lights flashed over his face, green then purple then yellow, faster with every brilliant explosion. He liked the smile she sent him. It showed promise, teasing, and no little amount of mischief. And he liked mischief. He tugged her into the middle of the dance floor where the crowd was the thickest. Here you moved or you got smothered. You went with the flow.

Adam's hands, those wide-palmed hands and long fingers, slid down the glittering cloth of her top to rest lightly on her hips. His touch was experienced. Intimate, arousing even, but open. Not greedy, but patient and urging. The alcohol from his drinks swirled through his blood and mixed with the heady potency of adrenaline. And the music thudded on, restless and taut.

Move.

Cut? Her? Of course not. She was simply fine and dandy.

Out on the floor she started facing him, but a moment later, as his hands moved down her body, Jax turned in his arms. Her back against his chest now she moved to the music. Her hands slid back to touch his sides, her fingers caressing softly.

His touch was electrifying... Not greedy or groaping... Not like those other guys. It was as if her were admiering her, as if he simply wanted to explore... And she liked that indeed. It was almost like... Like Corrigan's touch. How he was simply marveling at her body. If he had been her sire....

But he wasn't. He was just an asshole who tried to pretend he wasn't. Which of course was even worse than just being an asshole. Had he just said he wanted to keep her around for sex, an open relation, she wouldn't have been so pissed. But that wasn't the case really now was it? Ah, fuck him... He wasn't around anymore it seemed. Ever since she kidnapped that girl he'd gotten the message to get out of her town

This was what happened as the music took over her body, but left her brain to think on it's own. Bad things... But what could she use to take her mind of things? What could she use to take her mind off of things?

Ah... Yes.

Jaxon moved her hands then, reached her arms up to first caress Adam's cheek before curling her fingers in his short hair. He should be able to take her mind off things for a while. And she was sure she would enjoy every minute of it.

Here, in the thick of a crowd, was a place where Adam was comfortable. The press of bodies, the quick dance—this was the place he craved. Adrenaline would rush through blood, fueled rather than inhibited by the frantic pace.

Closing his eyes, a smile slid over Adam’s lips. The blond turned in his arms, cozily pressing her back to his chest and trailing light fingers up and down his sides. One of her arms snaked up, those slim fingers tangling in his hair after a brief touch against his cheek. Ah, yes… It was familiar indeed. Light yet weighted touches, mists of acrid cigarette smoke, and the feel of a toned female body against his own.

And it wasn’t as if Adam was keeping idle himself. Curious fingers would lightly trace her smooth, bare flesh, sometimes resting on hips or shoulders. Their bodies, his broad frame and her slighter one, moved liquidly to the incessant beat. Other clubbers would jostle against the two but Adam and Jaxon were, like those others, in their own moment.

The powerful drive of music began to wind down. Last call was coming up. Adam wanted another drink, maybe two. Alcohol to keep the rush going.

Tones. Yes, one could deffinantly call Jax that. She wanted to be for her job. In good shape that was. And though nothing at all like those female body builders, she wasn't a skinny little twig or a frumpy little pudge-ball either. It was one of the best trades that Jax could think of in her new life. She had treasured her body her whole life really, and now it had truly paid off. Fit and beautiful for life. Just the way she had dreamed.

One hand slid down his face as the other remained tangled in his hair. Her pale delicate fingers traveled across his face carefully until they found his lips, gently tracing them, running her fingers over them. To feel his lips against her body... Oh, a feeling better than any she could think of at this point in time. His hands were wonderful for the time being though, making her body ache for more, wanting that touch and affection. Even if it was just lust... And just for a night.

Just something so she wouldn't always be completely alone anymore.

There was the bump and jostle of the others as they got to close... But that was like everyday life. Adam's touch was like food, water. A nessecity. Something that when one went too long without... You began to suffer. And then when you were given it again, you remember it more delicious than before.

Such was the case tonight.

Last calls for drinks was up, but Jaxon paid no mind. She had plenty of drinks at home and she didn't get drunk to easy anyway. If Adam wanted to get a drink, he'd have to let her know.

Jaxon reminded him of a line in a song he had often heard. Jenny screams out and it's no pose|'Cause when she dances she goes and goes. Not that he minded. Her fingers crept over the lines of his face, rubbing gently over his lips and leaving a trail of sensation in their wake. Softly, he caught one in his teeth, nibbling at it like it was a tasty treat.

Adam curled one arm around her stomach, his chest pressed close to her back. He liked the feel of her, the taut muscle beneath smooth skin. Her lean lines bore silent witness to what must have been countless hours of work and sweat. He appreciated hard work and discipline.

The music, already slowed, hit a short lull. "You wanna get a drink?"

Why stop? When you never sweat, never got tired, why stop something that you enjoyed? And being this close to someone, in an abandon of passion... Oh it was something she hadn't felt in what seemed like a life time.

The nibbling on her finger.... The touch of his hand on her bare stomach... It made her body ache.

The music was slowing much to her dismay, and it even might as well have stopped. For it actualy aloud Adam and her to speak. Damn... She leaned back against him as he spoke though and turned her head to look at him with her green eye. "Awww geting thirsty are you? Haven trouble keeping up Adam?" She teased with a smile as she let her hand caress his cheek again.

Well, if they were going to get off the dance floor by close, this would have been the time. Cause once everyone had their last drinks in them, they'd be back out here and blocking them in.

"Sure. Lets get a drink." She agreed finaly. She wasn't thirsty as he probably was, but ah, she could always use a nice taste in her mouth.

"Awww geting thirsty are you? Haven trouble keeping up Adam?"

He didn't mind being teased. Indeed, he even laughed a little, the warm, smoky sound rippling briefly. At least she had a sense of humor. "Parched." Adam agreed, letting his hand linger on the small of Jaxon's back as they made their way off the dance floor.

At the bar, he leaned casually against the dark wood. The bar, a deep brown, was surprisingly classy and interesting, designed with sinuous curves rather than a plain straight edge. "Bottle of vodka and a shotglass." Adam ordered, though he didn't intend to drink quite that much. He just preferred to pour his own drinks rather than have the barkeep hovering around.

"And the lady will have?" He turned back to Jaxon, his eyes studying her face. Adam really did have good eyes. They were a dark, brilliant green--not unlike a well-cut gemstone--and when he looked at Jax there seemed to be nothing else in the room.

His laugh and those eyes... Both sent little shivers down her spine. His eyes were almost like hers.. Well like one of her eyes really. The other was blue like the light denim skirt she wore.

Jax grinned as they sat down at the bar. "I would think a man like you would have better endurance." She teased again. Double entandra? Perhaps. "Most officers have a great deal more than the average person."

Then something hit her. He'd never gotten her name had he?

Lady? What lady? Oh, her. Hah... She'd go with it though, taking it as some form of compliment.

"I'll just share with you." She smiled. "I'm Jaxon by the way. Jaxon Synclair. I thought by now you've at least had to have earned my name if not more." Would he know who she was? And more importantly, would it ruin her chances with him? She knew a lot of people who refused to date those who worked in the same building. But as far as Jax wasn't concerned... Well, she just didn't care.

Jaxon Synclair… the name was familiar. Adam gestured to the bartender for another glass as he tried to figure it out. The answer came to him just as the shotglass touched wood. Jaxon Synclair, of course, the Jaxon Synclair. The Captain Synclair, head of the Mobile Forces Unit.

Adam poured himself a shot, poured another for Jax. “I might be biased, but I’d say my endurance is pretty good—especially for an officer of the law.” He boasted good-naturedly, in response to her earlier comment. The Smirnoff’s was tossed back, downed in one smooth swallow. Smiling, he raised his empty glass in a toast. “Jaxon Synclair, Captain of Mobile Forces. No wonder I couldn’t keep up.”

That was why he had recognized her. Mobile Forces was the elite, something plenty of detectives and patrol officers dreamed of. Not him, though, he liked it just where he was. After all, the sex crimes unit had a good ratio of apprehended perpetrators to reported crimes. Most offenders were both repeat and stupid. Closing cases felt good.

Adam didn’t have a problem with the fact that she worked on the force. After all, he was hardly looking for let’s-get-naked-and-make-it-serious. And unless he was mistaken, she didn’t look like that was on her agenda either. He poured another shot.

"Damn right that's why." She grinned as she leaned back against him. It was nice feeling the warmth of a human body... Her body couldn't get much above room tempurature really...

Leaning her head against his shoulder she poured herself a shot and tossed it back. "You can't drink like me either hun. So don't bother trying or you're gonna get your ass fucked up." She said with a laugh. Besides, she wanted some fun tonight... Not someone who was so stuipidly drunk that she got a buzz just by drinking their blood. That had happened before actually... Hadn't been pleasent at all.

"And don't make me pull rank on you to keep the glass outa your hand." She said with a michevious grin as she looked up at him with her mismatched eyes. She had a whole bunch of ideas now that he knew who she was, but of course, a woman should never seem too eager to take some guy that she just met home with her like a stray animal. But oh... She could probably just have so much fun wiht him...

She had to be patient though. Yes... Patient.

"But we could always put work to the side for now if you want. Leave all formalities and badges behind." Jax grinned. "Sup to you really."

Adam grinned at her drinking comment. "That a challenge or just a warning?" He asked good-naturedly, sipping at the vodka. It took a lot to get him stewed--countless beers, a bottle of wine, or half a bottle of eighty proof liquor like this. His buddies, both on the football team in college and on the force now, knew better than challenge him to contests anymore. Six-foot-three, two-ten Adam had drunk them all under the table and then back out again.

'Course, when he did get thoroughly skunked, it could be an ugly sight. It wasn't what he was aiming for tonight. Nope, he was looking for the pleasant buzz of moderately drunk. In the morning he'd have a slight headache and little appetite for anything more than a piece of toast, but his daily warmup would soon knock that off.

Having disposed of his second shot, Adam poured another of the clear liquid. "Aye-aye, cap'n. I'll keep the magic juice consumption well within my limits." Laughing, feeling the weight of her head against his shoulder, he wiggled his eyebrows in a deliberately overblown gesture. "Although the idea of having rank pulled on me sounds like it could be fun."

Raking his fingers through his hair, mussing it sexily, his deep green eyes found Jaxon's mismatched ones. "I'll only show you my badge if you show me yours."

"It's a warning." She grinned at him. He might not take it as such, but it was. "I'll challenge you another night. How about that?" She said as she ran her fingertips up his chest, sitting back on her own stool.

Smiling wickedly as he said he would have fun with her pulling rank on him Jax leaned in close so her lips were brushing his ear. "There's a much better place for that ya know." Jax pulled back ever so slightly "Besides... If you wanna see my badge, you'll have to come home with me. I left it at home so I wouldn't lose it."

Perhaps she would let him have a bit more alcohol... Just losen him up a bit. After all, he might not like the idea of getting to close with a superior.

Taking a shot of her own Jax looked at him slightly. "Bit it would be fun to play a little game of 'Captian says' now wouldn't it." She personaly thought it would be a lot of fun, and a game that could satisfy curiocities and hungers alike. After all, he was a guy, out at a club tonight. He had to be looking for a bit more than a few drinks and a dance or two.

She might not have been able to read his mind, but she knew what he wanted.

"So wha'da ya say now Adam? Up for it?"

Adam met her smile with one of his own and a self-mocking salute. Her tone might have been light, but he was fairly certain she meant what she said. "Sounds like a plan." He knocked back another shot of vodka, discovering he'd lost count of how many he'd had. Well, that happened.

She leaned close, her voice just loud enough to be heard over the subdued music. The feel of her lips against his ear... briefly, Adam's thoughts flashed to dark rooms and hissed breaths. He was sure his eyes blurred.

His own lips curved and he turned his head, close enough to almost touch skin to skin. "What captain says goes..." One finger trailed over the long, smooth column of her neck. The smile was sharper, just slightly, and could trail more heat than even his exploring touch.

He capped the bottle of triple-distilled with one quick spin. A pleasant buzz hummed beneath his skin, but he wasn't quite drunk. Adam didn't care if she was his superior. This wasn't work after all. This was playtime.

"Ready when you are."

What Captian says, goes? Oh this was going to be fantastic indeed. A soft growl came from Jaxon's throat as his fingers caressed her skin. It was the type of growl that Corrigan's touch would illicet from her... A growl of pleasure that was lustful and needy.

Needy. Yes... She needed affection... Needed that human contact. It was something she had been missing for a while now.

How she longed for his hands to explore other places. To make her do more than growl with pleasure.

Grinning lustfully as she watched him cap the bottle she slid out of her stool and moved behind him, trailing a hand delicatly across his shoulders. Jax wasn't a lady because she couldn't see any benifit to it at all. But the benifits of being a woman? Oh they were numerous and she would use everyone she had.

This was play time indeed, and she was going to play all night.

"Well then... The night is just wasting away before us... We should hurry while we can." She whispered at his ear. "Because I wanna have some fun with you tonight." Did he have to be at work tomorrow? Ah, she would ask later. It wasn't important now, but he would need to call out unless he left before sunrise. Well... As long as he didn't open the blinds... But she didn't know if she could trust him with that... He could very well kill her without even knowing it.

Her low sound--was it a growl?--seemed to roll from her, silkily. Needily. Her fingers traced against the broad plane of his shoulders, leaving a trail of electricity in their wake.

He grabbed the bottle, tossed a fifty at the bartender without looking at what he was paying with. Jaxon's words echoed in his ears like promises, the kind you made quickly and secretely.

Adam rose from his stool, showing no effects from the alcohol, and caught her small hand in his much larger one. "Lead the way, Captain Synclair." He murmured in her ear. Sometimes, he liked the idea of an agressive woman. Kept him on his toes.

As he grabbed her hand she moved back against him. "Did you drive here?" She asked as she leaned her head back. "Cause if so, you can drive since I walked." She said with a smile. "We can go to my place though... Nice and quiet... For now anyway." She flicked her tongue across her lips hungrely.

((Forgive me for a little GMing, but I'm going to assume he drove. Just to speed things up. And I'm also assuming that he's sober enough to drive a little ways :P ))


They made their way out of the club, to his car and them to her appartment. Being nearly one AM everything was dark and quiet, only broken by the noise of Adam's car and Jax's slight giggling after they got out. After all, she had to kind of pretend she was slightly tipsy right? And as they made their way up to her appartment she leaned against him as if needing support to walk straight, grinning up at him suggestivly.

Once at the door she unlocked it and walked in, pulling him in afterwards as she closed the door with her body. Between Adam and the door now, she tilted her head up to kiss him hungrely, doubting that he would have any objections to speak of. After all, it had been silently established that they both agreed on what they wanted. Or that was the way it seemed to Jaxon.

She wanted to take the heals off, but they gave her just enough height so she wouldn't have to tip-toe to kiss him. So they'd stay on for now.

He wasn't quite drunk, but it took all of Adam's concentration to shift gears correctly and a few throaty roars sounded when he slipped up. But he rolled the top down on the sleek convertible and the cool night air helped sharpen his senses. The drive to Jax's place was indeed short, and they were there before he had time to ruin his transmission.

She led the way to her apartment, driving him insane along the way, and unlocking the door. The second they were inside, her mouth was on his. He groaned, relishing the taste of her. She was without a doubt, more intoxicating than even the vodka he could still taste on her lips. Jax tipped her chin up, but it wasn't enough.

One strong arm wrapped around her waist, the other was hot against her thigh as he lifted her. The movement was fluid and effortless; this was, after all, a man who took pride in his physique. Adam broke the kiss for a second, took the moment to study her face, then pressed her back against the wood of the door and dived in again. There was nothing gentle-- his skilled lips were hot and demanding, more a branding than a kiss. His palm stroked a circle on her bare back.

Driving him insane? Ah, that was the least she could do for him after paying for her drinks and giving her a ride home right?

As a hand caressed her thigh just below where the skirt ended her leg slid up the side of his. From there he lifted her relitivly light body slightly, alowing her to wrap her legs around his waist. Much better perch for this sort of thing in her opinion with her height. Damn being short sometimes...

Ah well, Jax didn't particularly give a shit right now. She was just glad she had refused to go in. Might get chewed out later, but fuck them. She needed her own time too. Not only was he strong... But his kiss showed that he was agressive and he needed her. Perfect. Everything she could possibly want from a man right now. Everything she had been looking for when she left her appartment.

Jax broke the kiss, gasping slightly as if she needed air, then began to kiss hungrily in every sense of the word at his neck. She could feel the pulse, raceing just below his skin. She could practicaly taste the blood as she nibbled on his neck slightly with her normal teeth. But her fangs ached for it. They wanted him just as much as her body wanted him. However her fangs would have to wait. She couldn't feed from him and expect him to perform well right? Right.

"God I want you, Adam..." She groaned in his ear softly. At least she knew he would enjoy himself though. After all, she had died a virgin so she would always be tight and fresh no matter how many times she had sex. It was always a little uncomfortable at first, but Corrigan had gotten her used to that, and she liked the pain. Jax had never minded pain at all. "I want you to make me scream."

The whisper had sounded like a beg only because she knew Adam would love to hear it. Jaxon knew he would wrap around her little finger tighter and tighter with every stroke of his ego. At least for now anyway. That was just how men were. Especialy mortals.

Mother of God, she had great pins. Her legs locked around him, and just the feel of them had his belly clenching. Adam dragged a hand down the length of one, enjoying the feel of smooth skin and taut muscle beneath his palm. He could use one hand to explore, the other to keep her balanced against him. She was light enough that one arm was all it took.

She broke the kiss, sucking in air, before scraping teeth along the tanned lines of his neck. A moan escaped him. Adam copied the movement, teasing the lobe of her ear with his tongue before drawing a hot, wet line down her slim throat, pausing to taste the soft flesh right at the back of her jaw.

Her words, whispered on a groan of pleasure, had him smiling. “What captain says…” She wanted him to make her scream? Well, he wanted to see her eyes go blind, feel the strong muscles of her body go limp and boneless. He wanted her stunned—and screaming. He wondered if the other men she’d been with had taken the time or put in the effort. Adam certainly would. After all, it was just another kind of power.

Viciously, he hooked his fingers on her panties, snapping the thin fabric to drop them, already forgotten, to her floor. He raised his finger to his mouth, licked it, and slowly let it fall again. His mouth trailed wet heat against her throat, her collarbone, before those skilled fingers brushed against her sensitive skin. Adam pulled his head back slightly. He wanted to watch her face. Her reaction.

Power... yes, men always wanted more power. And she would let him have it. In life Jaxon was the forceful type. You played by her rules or you didn't plat at all. But now... Now was a whole different thing. In life she had power. More power than any human could imagine even if she wasn't a cop.

Jaxon's body arched back with a moan as she felt his fingers exploring, felt her underwear gone. Where? She didn't know... She'd find them tomorrow night.

As her head leaned back, she felt his lips against her throat, another gasp came to her body and a hiss as the air escaped. It took all of her will power to keep her fangs from growing. God she wanted him in every way now...

She came back to him, pressing her body agains this as she held on to him. "My bedroom... First top drawer..." Jax whispered in his ear. There were only three doors down the hall, a bathroom, a spare bedroom and the door to her bedroom which was the only one open.

When he looked in that first drawer on the right as you walked in, he would find something he saw just about every day. A nice pair of handcuffs. Well... They could be used in both work and play. Why not give them some time off too? He wanted power? She would give it to him. She would give him all the power he wanted.

It felt like... like a bottle of vodka had suddenly replaced his blood, flowing through his veins. Damn, he loved that feeling. Jax arched against him, racheting his heart rate up another level. Her little sounds of pleasure were music to his ears.

Adam was not the kind of guy who went to all the trouble of trying to pick up a girl just to flop down on top of her and rut away. That was too self-serving, too... boring. Besides, what was the point? One might as well as use their hand if they weren't going to at least try to please their partner for the night. Plus, there was ego to factor in, and what bigger boost to the ego was there than feeling like you're the best lover since Solomon took Sheba?

Anyway, that's beside the point.

Bedroom? First top drawer? This should be interesting. Wrapping his arm around Jax's waist a little more securely, he used his other hand to blindly feel his way down the hall. The only open door led to a room with a bed inside. Lowering Jax down, Adam shucked his shirt, revealing a long white scar stretching from the top of his collarbone to just below his ribcage. There were more on his back.

Fumbling, he managed to get the drawer open, expecting condoms or something to that effect. Instead he came up with a heavy, glinting pair of handcuffs. He couldn't hold the grin. Well, it was interesting.

"Now... where should we put these?" Adam wondered aloud.

Condoms? Hah... No need. One kinda great thing about being a vampire? No kids. She wasn't able to get pregnant. Hell, she might not have been able to when she was human though either. Her body had taken a lot of punishment as an officer after all.

No, in her condition, handcuffs were much more useful. Especialy when one had a four-post bed. Oh, the possibilities were limitless.

"What to do?" She purred as she practicaly wrapped her body around his. "You're an officer... Don't tell me you've never come up with all... Sorts... of simply... Naughty ideas." She was trailing her fingernails across his chest and along his sides. Her eyes were glinting with a thousand different fun ideas.

"But... If you're asking for what I want... Hmmm... You could make me weak and powerless to fight... Cuff me to the bed untill I beg you to let me touch you... And then... You can turn the tiger loose and let me tear you limb from limb."

Or he could always cuff her arms behind her back, toss her around like a helpless rag doll. She could probably find another pair floating about and then he could cuff an arm, or leg, to each post. It was doubtful she had four laying about... But perhaps she'd keep that in mind for later.

"But that's for you to decide." She was still fully clothed to look at, and she'd be so until he chose otherwise. Heck, her clothing didn't even really need to come off.

He couldn't quite stifle a groan at the way she snaked herself around him. She purred like one big hungry cat, trailing nails over his skin until his muscles tightened like cords.

She had, Adam thought vaguely, very dangerous hands. Ah... there was an idea.

Jax whispered as if imparting secrets, her eyes glittering, filling his mind with images. "I like that idea, captain." Adam whispered, leaning down so his lips brushed her ear. "Let's see... how long it takes for you to crack." As he spoke, he flicked the cuffs around one wrist, then pulled the other cuff around the wooden post and clipped her other wrist.

His fingers fumbled at her denim mini, dragging it off and dropping it to the floor. Adam played with the hem of her top. "This... is in the way." He dropped down, caught the glittery material in his teeth and pulling down the length of her body until it too was gone. Brushing his lips across hers, he began to trail kisses down her throat, scraped his teeth against the ridge of her collarbone. Playfully, he gave her nipple a nibble, then continued downward.

Planting a kiss just below Jax's belly button, Adam teasingly hesitated a moment, then clamped his mouth over her, using teeth to nip and lips to soothe.

Standing for now. Interesting. Just what exactly was he planning on doing? "The keys are in the little box on the dresser if you need them." Jax added as a side note as he undid her skirt. She kicked it off, not caring where it went. She'd find it later.

"But you'll have to work pretty damn hard if you want to... Crack me." She whispered before he kissed her. She tried to hold on to it as long as she could, but he pulled away. Adam kissed down her body, starting with the soft growl of pleasure in her throat. But then he moved lower and lower.

Jax kicked her tube top from around her feet as it began to bother her. A little moan threatened to escape as he kissed and nibbled over her breasts It had been a while since a man had actualy paid attention to her body... Corrigan did it... Maybe twice? But otherwise he was in it for himself.

It got harder to hold in the noises as he moved lower. The muscles in her stomach and belowe were tencing in anticipation, knowing that something was coming. Something good, which was why as he kissed lower her legs spred to alow him to do this something, what ever it would be.

But as he kissed her again, the most intimate of kisses, Jaxon's body jerked back against the post, as if something sent an electrical current through it. She started to cry out with the sudden pleasure, but stopped herself abruptly, muffeling it to a soft whimper. No way was he going to get a scream from her without really earning it tonight. With each movement of his lips Jaxon's hips jerked and the whimper from ther throat asked for more.

Adam grinned at her words. If getting Jaxon Synclair to crack was going to be a challenge, well… He enjoyed a good challenge. Despite the rage of his pulse, the demand his body had to take her, he held back. He wanted to see her eyes go blind first, sightless with the slam of pleasure.

Jax tried to stifle the sounds of her pleasure, but the soft whimpers only spurred Adam on. She bucked beneath him, yet managed to hold in what he knew was a cry. His mouth became more demanding, abruptly abandoning the patience it had held. Adam used his teeth, scraping against her sensitive flesh almost to the point of pain, then pulling back to let his lips tease and torment.

The pace shifted suddenly, to keep Jax at a point of suspense. Right when it seemed he had driven to the absolute edge, he pulled back, ruthlessly taunting. He wanted her to cry out, to beg even. Brutally patient, he caught the nub of her most sensitive flesh between his teeth, then slid lower and plunged his tongue inside her.

He was patient. They had all night, and he was going to hear her scream.

Eve if she didn't nead breath, breathing was still automatic for her. She hadn't been a vampire for more than eight months or something like that, and a life-giving habit you had for thirty years was very hard to break. But she was gasping now. Whimpering and trying to hold back that cry that wanted out so much.

Her back arched against the post as a half cry escaped, shut off promptly as she bit her tongue.

But her head went back again a moment later with another gasp, her fangs clear for him to see should he bother to look up. But of course he was preoccupied.

"A... Adam..." She moaned.

The sensations were fantastic. But she wanted more. She wanted him more than anything and she was going to have him. All of him. And she would get it whatever way she could even if it meant by force.

"Adam... Damn you.." She gasped as her body spasmed again.

She moaned, arching beneath him, breathing his name. He grinned. She cursed him, and he chuckled. Slowly, Adam drew back, lightly trailing his fingers up her thigh, brushing them just over her skin.

Leaning over, he pressed his lips to her belly, exploring her smooth, alabaster skin. Tasted her. "We are certainly..." Those wicked fingers dropped low, whispered between her legs, dancing just out of reach. "Stubborn. Aren't we, Captain?" His mouth curved into a smile, the dash of arrogance suiting his striking face. "That's okay."

Slowly, his kisses advanced, traveling over the fascinating ridges of her ribcage, pausing just beneath the swell of her breast. Almost playful now, he sucked her nipple, teasing it with his teeth. Taking his time, he used tongue, teeth, fingers to send shots of pleasure through her. "One word, Jax... Well, maybe two."

One was 'please'. The other was 'Adam'.

She'd been the one to start this competition, after all. And nobody could say Adam went into a competition with the intent of losing.

The muscles of her body were nearly spasming at his attentions. He had stopped for some reason, and now Jax knew why. He was teasing. Making her body ache for more without any hopes of satisfaction. Well unless he got what he wanted.

Two words?

The first two that came to her nearly crazed mind were 'Fuck Me', and those might have been the words he wanted to hear. But she doubted that slightly.

Her body arched with whimpers, trying to press itself closer to his touch, his body. Jax cried out sharply as he nibbled on her breasts. He might as well have been biting into them hard, drinking from her like a vampire, for all the sensation that made her body tense.

"Adam..." She whimpered. She hated this teasing... She hated it more than anything and wanted to feel fuffilled. Why was he tourturing her? "Adam... Please..." She wanted him. Not this fake teasing of him, but him. To feel the power that she knew he had coursing through her.

"Stop... Don't tease me..." She whimpered.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Adam teased, but just for a moment. Replacing the sweet taste of a most enjoyable victory with the taste of her, he let his mouth linger on Jax's. One wicked, strong-fingered hand cupped the smooth globe of her breast, the other made short work of his belt and jeans.

While Adam may have seemed like he would have been content to tease and taste until the day he died, his body betrayed him. The strangled sounds, the twist of a supple body beneath his, it curled together in his belly until it tightened like a knot.

Gently, he nudged her knees a little further apart, sweat breaking out across his forehead as he slowly guided himself into her. She closed around him like a hot, clenched fist, forcing him to curl his hands on the spread to keep from just letting go and pounding into her like crazy.

She'd expect that, and Adam hated being predictable.

The fact that her hands were still cuffed above her head as they now lay on the bed pissed Jaxon off to no end. She wanted to touch him, to feel all of his body as he now knelt over her. Feeling the brush at her thighs, her legs widened even further for him as whimpers of expectation escaped her.


Her mismatched eyes opened as little pants began to come from her chest. Looking up at Adam... He was so much bigger than her... Why hadn't she ever noticed it before... "Let me touch you... Please... Please let me touch you Adam..." She said softly as she nuzzled at his cheek. She could have broken the handcuffs, but she didn't want to ruin them or startle him.

But apparently he had no intentions of it because her body shuttered as she felt him brush between her legs. He wanted her... She wanted him... Then she felt that oh so familliar pain as her body streached, as if for the first time, to let him in. A gasp and a moan of pleasure as her head rolled on the bed. "God Adam..."

Her body was as tight as it had always been, as if no one tham had ever touched her before. Would Adam notice? Would he feel the difference? "Make me scream..." She begged. "Do whatever you want with me... I don't care." And in honesty she didn't. She'd done just about everything with Corrigan, and she had loved it all. He fancied her probably because she liked him using the back door too. Something not many women liked. But god. The pain was entoxicating...

Adam could be just as rough... Just as vicious. She knew he could, she coudl feel it, the power in him. And she wanted him to use all of it.

His fingers tightened, hard enough to bruise. Adam was a man, he had his limits. Who hadn't had the fantasy of fucking a woman chained to her bed? It was like she'd said, he certainly had some simply naughty ideas. Sliding one of those hands up, it fisted in her hair, yanked her head back so he could plunder that sweet mouth with his.

Once again, the tempo had changed. The restraint was let go, thank God, and his touch, his mouth, was demanding. With a sound somewhere between a growl and a grunt, he slammed into her again, savoring the feeling of stretching her to the limit. God, how could she be so tight? It was maddening.

One hand still buried in her hair, he arched his back to take her breast in his mouth. Rather than a teasing, taunting nibble like before, he bit. Used his teeth to scrape soft skin. Her scent, her taste, they soared through Adam's bloodstream to mix with the alcohol and make an intoxicating cocktail. He hooked an arm around her back, yanked her closer to him without any thought to the hands cuffed to the post or the way he must be stretching her muscles to the limit. The hand slid lower, roughly exploring the soft mound of her tight ass, and one finger slipped into her back entrance.

All this talk of screaming... and still he hadn't heard it. They'd have to fix that.

Another gasp, cry of surprise as her head was jerked back, but those crise were caught by his demanding lips. Luckaly the self-inflicted wound on her lip had healed, otherwise he would have been turned then and there. But of course she was a quick healer. As his lips moved down her pants and cries of pleasure rang loud in the room, but it was not yet a true scream. But

"Oh God yes." She panted. "God yes... Harder Adam. Fuck me harder." She demanded. It was hard, rough and wild already... Everything she had wanted. But now... Now he had lived up to her expectations, she wanted more.

Another cry of pleasure as he yanked at her body and pummled away at her even harder than before. She felt his hand move lower... But thought nothing of it really as he roughly squeezed at her backside but then. It was as if it pressed a secret button, turning on a new switch of pleasure "AAAHhh... God yes!" She howled as her back arched. But the arching of her back only increased the sensations. "Oh God Adam. Don't stop."

She wanted it deeper, harder, even as she screamed with pleasure. She wanted to scream until her vocal chords were shot, until she was unconsious as her mind overloaded with pleasure.

Stop? Stop? Why the hell would he do that?

Spurred on by her cries, her urging, Adam battered himself into Jax as hard as he could. His eyes shut, blind anyway from the wild, insane flood of sensation threatening to completely knock him out. On a grunt, he clenched his teeth and tasted blood in his mouth, but just a drop.

Dimly, he registered the sound of Jax's throaty scream. The pleasure of that was lost, though, buried beneath the much more pressing need to go deeper. Harder. Faster. Mindless, he pounded into her slick heat, his finger jerking inside of her as she arched against him.

From his throat came sounds almost like snarls, even as he shifted to sink his teeth into the curve of her shoulder. There wasn't enough of her, but there was too much. Jax wrapped around him, pressed against him, until the world shrank down to the feel of her. Briefly, he wished he had uncuffed her hands. Adam bet her nails would dig deep raking down his back. But the thought was wiped away, leaving only the desperate, frantic movements, as he felt himself heading toward one mind-blowing finish.

Her arms felt like they were about to be torn off, but if they were, she knew she would heal. She didn't give a damn. No... This was too good to care about anything. Her body was spasming again and again, her body tight one moment then relaxed and tight again as she cried out and panted again and again. She couldn't touch him, which made everythign the better and the worst. But... "God yes..." She moaned as she clenched her body tight around him, even tighter than she was before.

She nearly thought he was a vampire as well as he bit into her shoulder... Then for a moment thought it was Corrigan... But her confusion was cleared as she bit into him harshly, smelling and tasting an unfamilliar bot oh so delicious blood in her mouth. Mortal, not immortal... Hot like coffee, scalding coffee. But... Oh so much more delicious.

She was drinking slowly, keeping the holes small as she broke away on occasions to cry or moan with the pleasyre that built while she was feeding. So delicious...

After a while she stopped, no use in putting him out of commission so early, and healed the wound without him even breaking pace. She would take her fill later. After they were filled in other ways. But... God... God she wanted to touch him...

Fuck the cuffs, she could get more.

As his finger curled inside her and he pressed forcfully into her body her back arched again and she screamed once more with pleasure. Snapping the chain that held the cuffs together her amrs flew about his neck and she pulled her body even closer to his. Her fingers curled, trying to get a grip on his shoulders, and her nails found perchace in his skin. The smell of his blood once more drove her in to a frenzy, wanting to take him hard... She wanted to finish him, and she was determined to. He might have been bigger, but she was undobtedly stronger.

She pushed him on to his back quickly, and began to ride him hard and fast, her hands making sharp red lines down his chest as she ran her fingertips over his skin. Leaning down she kissed him deeply, her hips bucking hard over his, working hard to satisfy him. If he wanted to take control back, she'd let him. But she'd have to know that was what he wanted.

Pain. In his neck. She must have bitten him. Didn't matter. It hurt, but the pain felt good, the way pain could. In fact, the dim part of his mind still working was almost disappointed when the pain suddenly abated.

All of a sudden, her hands were on his back. How the hell? He hadn't unlocked her, had he? Once again, that annoyingly coherent part of his mind intruded, trying to figure out what had happened. Then the other part of his mind kicked it away, not caring.

Her fingernails raked down his back, and he could feel the blood seeping from the cuts. God! The smell of his own blood, the sharp sear of pain, he drove into Jax wildly, listening to the slap of flesh and against flesh. Clenching his teeth against her skin until it broke, Adam groaned, clutching her hard against him even as he tipped backwards.

Thrusting into one last time, he emptied, his taut muscles quivering as he dug his fingers into her hips, her ass. Blissfully, his mind emptied as well, leaving a clean white sheet as he jerked against her.