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to surrender and know him in all ways. He's such a turn on. He's tall, lithe, strong, sexy. Rebound love is just what I need.
    "Let's get out of here," he says.
    He drops me and my legs lock just in time to support my weight. Threading fingers through mine he hauls me after him, disoriented and weak. I stumble with him to the black crescent bar.
    He lifts a goblet and downs the purple liquid. Mr Pretty leans over and snatches a handful of my hair, yanking my head to my shoulder, exposing my neck.
    "Ow." A feeble objection.
    His dark brown eyes flicker with red highlights as he glares at Seithe. "
    Savage," he accuses in a challenging growl.
    Seithe laughs and offers me a goblet. I want to know what it is before I drink it. "Tell me what it is."
    He grins sensuously, pouting his full lower lip, "The three H's."
    "Which are?"
    "One at a time. Hormones being one. Drink it, it'll heighten your senses."
    Mr Pretty warns me as I drink the spicy liquid down in eager compliance. "Be careful princess. You're flirting with fire. It burns."
    "She has free will," Seithe challenges back.
    "And she chose you?"
    "Yes."
    "Does she know what she chose? Did you explain it to her?"
    "Fuck off, Darise."
    Mr Pretty, whose name I've just learned is Darise, leans over the bar, and leers into Seithe's face, "If you hurt her without her permission, you'll answer to me."
    My senses are reeling from the intoxicating fluid from the goblet. It has a unique taste; thick, potently laced with spices, and probably half of it is pure alcohol. My eyes refuse to focus. Leaning heavily against the bar for support, I peruse the throngs of beautiful people.
    It strikes me as odd that no one is vaguely average here. Is that why we don't pay to get in? If you have the look, you get free passage?
    It's creepy when all you can see are black shadows flitting abstractly in strobed light; every so often one will glance at me, and all I see are red, or red/brown eyes, glowing at me from the darkness. Some are silver, like a waxing moon, glowing brightly with shades of violet.
    I love it here. These people are different, and I like their difference. There is something primal about their behaviour, and it's primordially exciting. They cause my soul to sing, my nerve endings on high alert, my awareness to sharpen. Enticing me to join their shadowed lifestyle.
    The strobe has the effect of making people seem like they jump as fast as fleas from location to location. Moving at the speed of a blink.
    "Take those godawful contacts out."
    Flicking my eyes up to stare back at Seithe. "Why? You wear them."
    My heart rate increases when he covers my body with his own to speak softly into my ear, "No, I don't."
    Nimbly he pushes a thumb under an eye and painfully pops off a contact. He flicks it next to his foot before forcing the twin out of my other eye. With a smirk he crushes them under a heel. Titling my chin up he stares into lapis lazuli eyes with his own gentle brown ones.
    "That's better."
    His velvet voice seduces me with its pleasure. Willingly I wrap my arms around his neck as he kisses me softly, tenderly. He's so full of contradictions. Mmmmmm! Slurpilicious . I can taste the hint of allspice in his mouth. My head lolls back in a wave of dizziness as I gasp against his lips, pleased with my sensory analysis, "Allspice."
    He wraps an arm around my waist, letting me lean against him for strength, and strolls away, flicking a hand signal to Darise in farewell. I soak in his heat, anticipating the feel of this body touching mine, naked hopefully, the hand in my waist running rivers of sensation over me later. I'm happy to leave. And I don't care where we're going, as long as I get to engage in Operation Seithe.
    Up in the crisp predawn air, he pauses to stare down into my face.
    "You are beautiful with pink flushed cheeks."
    I smile back lazily, still sedated from the purple H, "You bring out the heat in me."
    "Close your eyes." I close them obediently.
    Lips flit over each