Third time lucky.

*Bill was adamant to get Kiara alone this time, on the previous two occasions he had left his appetite wet but unmistakably quenching for more. More of her, only to see her, to take in her delectable scent, to see the thin material she would dress up to tease him with. He didn't know how long he could resist her for but he was going to try.
A vampire and a werewolf was not a good combination. It never had been and never would be as far as he could see but that's what he liked about it, what drew her to him in the first place.. With a small smile he picked up the phone and dialed her number waiting for her sweet voice to answer*

*Kiara answered her phone on the second ring. Her voice was soft and dreamy, as if she's just woke from a nap. Which in fact she had. She'd worked out, done her day errands and even did some cleaning around the house before laying down for a nap. She had thought of Bill for a long time. He was such a strange vampire. He had a charm that she had never seen before on another fanger. He was sweet, flattering yet reserved. He sure kept a strong hold on his humanity despite the look he got when he was near blood, even synthetic blood. She wouldn't blame him for it though, she knew she got that "craving" look whenever she was around good southern bbq and gods know she had no restraint when it came to that. When she had answered the phone she hadn't checked the caller id, but answered politely all the same, even if she sounded cute and sleepy*
"This is Kiara...." *she said softly into the phone, slowly sitting up from her bed, for the moment unaware that as a vampire Bill could probably hear everything from the rustling of sheets against her skin to the steady pulse in her neck*

Kiara I'm sorry to call you while you are at home..

*The sound of the bedding rustling around her only threw images at him, images he wasn't sure he could handle right now, not with the state of mind he was in. Bluntly, bored of politeness he came out with exactly what he wanted to say.*

I want no, i need to see you. Are you free, can you come over, or i can come over to yours..?

*He was shaking, what was it about this woman that made him so god damn thirsty for her blood, her company, her body. Everything about her seduced him.*

*She rubbed her sleep laden eyes and smiled, even though he technically couldn't see her smile*

"Ofcourse I can come over... can you give me 30 minutes to get ready your majesty?"

*she asked, the wheels of her mind in full gear the moment she registered it was Bill on the phone. She felt that twinge in her stomach and blinked. Oh no... not the "oh yes I crave this man" twinge.. she was so screwed if this was the twinge she felt*

Take all the time you want, i just felt the need to see you. I crave your company.

*His usual manner sliding back into place he smiled at her obvious sleepy state, his mind wandering along the borders of his fragile state. Images of her first thing in the morning, her no make up face, the little garment, he guessed she would wear, the sheet wrapped around her. Closing his eyes he gave his head a sharp shake.*

And please call me Bill. I'll look forward to seeing you. Bye

*He put the phone down not willing to take any more risk from his disobedient tongue. Walking to his office door he yelled for the guard, he would need a drink, a very long, satisfying live doner drink or god help her when she turned up looking all provocative in a way only she knew how.*

*she jumped from the bed the moment he hung up. She jumped into the shower, taking the fastest shower in history. She rummaged through her closet and pulled out her strapless red dress. A crimson little number that exposed her shoulders and came to above her knees. She put on a strapless bra, black and matching boy short panties. She slid on the dress and a pair of silver heels. A red rose bracelet along a white bracelet on her right wrist. She blow dried her hair to a damp acceptable state and let it fell in a cascade of waves before she grabbed her wallet and drove down to the Compton estate. Security instantly alerted Bill of her arrival and she was escorted up to his office*

*Signalling for the doner to leave he literally had time to wipe his mouth when his head of security whispered the words he had been waiting to her, in his ear piece since he had wrung her. She was here. Looking at his reflection to make sure he had no blood on him and that he looked his best he took the ear piece out and walked in a normal pace to the door of his office. When he opened it he seen her standing there, a vision of beauty to take his unnecessary breath away. Smiling but still taking her in he took her hand and lead her into the lounge area where most people never ever got to see. Closing the door behind them on entering he gestured to one of the comfy chairs situated in the room.*

I thought this would be less formal and a lot more comfortable for you, rather than the business like atmosphere that comes with my office.

*She turned her head the moment he came. She could smell the blood in the air, he had barely fed, but granted, he showed no signs of blood anywhere, only her sensitive nose picked up any traces. She smiled and walked with him to the lounge. She took a seat, the dress not really helping in the modesty department as it settled high on her thighs. She chuckled at his comment*

"Don't worry about it...Bill.." *she said, remembering his request to be called by his normal name* "I figured with your call this was anything but business" *she said in a lightly teasing tone*

*With her words came a shape wake up call, just how rude and selfish he had been, still standing he placed his hands in his pockets and looked to the floor, clearly embarrassed but showing no other signs than his actions in doing so. With a deep sigh he looked up at her, walked over to where she was say and chose to sit next to her instead of opposite.*

I'm sorry for the way i sounded on the phone, i assure you, you have not been brought here under any false presences other than for your company, that is what i desire most over.. other things and that dress does not help.

*The smile was hard to contain as his eyes moved hp her leg to her thigh where the thin fabric barely covered her skin. One tug and she would be his to cherish. Clearing his throat he nodded his head as if deciding something.*

Drink! That's what we need!

*she watched him and couldn't help but giggle. She was reminded of a younger boy who was now realizing that he had sounded a bit hormonal and desperate over the phone, not to mention the fact his eyes were glued to her thighs and the edge of the fabric that barred him from seeing any further. She reached and touched his shoulder gently*

"Bill...relax.. I was just kidding" *she said with a kind smile* "I know you only desired my company above all else. You've already proven your restraint over my last two visits. Right now, we're just a man and a woman enjoying a chat" *she commented,trying to set his mind at ease*

*The touch of her hand was all he needed, the push over the edge if you like. In that single moment it was like a thousand things happened all at once, the teasing fabric inched higher with her movement towards him, her heart beat got louder in his ears, her eyes seemed to twinkle with a spark he had never really seen in them before, even though he had studied them the last few days they had came to know each other and that touch, that innocent touch. With haste he stood up and wandered over to the drinks cabinet wondering how much more of this he could take. With a lot more force than he meant to, he poured the drinks slowly, savoring time and his patience. *

*She lowered her hand when he stood. She figured either he was still being his formal, polite self, or touching his shoulder was just way out of line for her. She shrugged slightly. She was never one to fear touching another, mostly because she could break bones and kick ass, but still, she had to remind herself Bill wasn't just a charming man with killer blue eyes, he was a hungry vampire king...with killer blue eyes. She watched him pour drinks and had the crazy thought of standing and walking up behind him, but experience taught her you NEVER sneak up on a vampire so instead she settled into the soft chair and crossed her legs, aware of the fact that really wouldn't help Bill's state of mind, but also not wanting to sit all stiff and awkward*

*He turned around his eyes just lazily looking around the room as he began to walk back towards her, when his eyes finally caught sight of her, sitting back, the dress now alarmingly high and revealing even more of her thigh than it should, he absentmindedly squeezed the glass causing it to shatter into a million pieces. he couldn't take it anymore. Within seconds he was in front of her, roughly pulling her put of the chair and into his arm, he looked at her for a second before placing his lips on hers as his hands snaked around her body feeling her curves through the fabric.*

*The sound of breaking glass made her jump a bit. She looked at the glass and liquid on the floor* "Bill...?" *she asked before she tensed the second he was in front of her. She was out of the chair an in his arms before she could register what was happening, but the moment his lips met hers all thought flew out of her mind. 100 + years of existence had definitely taught Bill how to kiss like every woman wished men kissed. She placed her hands on his shoulders, holding unto his body. She tasted sin, power and all male. She felt his arm around her body, pressing her closer to his. There was something just innately erotic about Bill losing control like this. He was the picture of containment and restraint and yet here he was, breaking glass and taking what he desired and frankly, she was loving it*

*Feeling no resistant to his unmistakable desire for her he ran his hands all over her body slowly, seductively getting used to the fragile treasure he held in his arms. It took him a minute to pick her up off her feet and slam her into the wall, making sure his hands were behind her to protect her from harm and to take most of the impact. Only most, he wanted her to feel the wall with the lust that was growing inside of him it was hard to control. His mouth still on hers, he slid his tongue in forcibly, owning her mouth as his hands slid down her body coming to rest on her hips. With no strength at all and a gentle tug the dress came off. He threw it behind him, his lips leaving hers for the first time as he pulled back momentarily to look at her.*

*she let out a low seductive growl the moment her back connected with the wall. She sucked in her breath, his hands all over her which made her shiver as they were perpetually cool. His tongue plundered her mouth and she met it with hers, letting her own tongue duel with his. She felt the fabric of the dress leave her body, barely catching a glimpse of red fabric falling somewhere behind him. When he pulled back she took a breath she'd forgotten to take before. Her eyes locked with his as she stood there, in heels, a strapless lace bra and matching panties. She had to lick her dry lips at the look of sheer hunger and lust in his eyes*

*A faint smile was on his lips but everything that needed to be said was in his eyes. He wanted her, he wanted to feel her, taste her, own her. His eyes never leaving hers as his hands slid down her body to find her ass, he picked her up, settling himself in between her legs which he wrapped around his waist. Pinning her to the wall with his body he teased her, his hands touching her everywhere except in the places she wanted to be touched. His mouth found hers again but after moments he had kissed his way over her cheek and down her neck to where he could hear, feel and sense her blood pumping in her veins. The very sound of it turned him on, made him crazy with thirst and made him prisoner to unspoken rules. With her neck bare before his lips his fangs snapped out. Pausing for a second. He grabbed her spun her around and threw her on the luxurious sofa, with himself on top of her he looked into her eyes. He wasn't ashamed of who he was but she was completely different to him, she wasn't a delicate human who accepted things because they were scared, she was a were someone who was brought up to possibly hate and / or kill vampires. Placing his hand on her neck, he felt the vein pumping the blood through her body, smirking at her, waiting for some kind of resistance, dissaproval or even, excitement, he let his fingers glide down her body.*

*She blinked the moment her legs left the floor and were around his hips. Now this was more like it. It was as if she could hear the strings of self restraint snap in the background as she kissed him back with equal hunger. She shivered when his lips grazed down her cheek and neck and tensed slightly when his fangs extended with a faint pop. He was teasing her a bit too well, her body aching for him yet he denied touch to where she craved it. Her pulse became faster, fueled by primal desire and lust. She even giggled when he flung her to the couch which caught her in a soft embrace before he settled on top of her. She knew he wanted to bite, to feed on her blood and frankly, she was more than happy to let him do it at this point. His hand on her neck brought back a frenzy of memories, her eyes widening, her pupils dilating. She was a coiled predator, ready to strike should he make an attempt at her life and despite the desire pooled between her legs her own arm snapped up and she wrapped her hand around his neck. She smirked, her own grey eyes flashing amber, a sign of her were nature*
"well well mr Compton... I dare say you want to bite me" *she said with a tone of tease and erotic promise*

*Without speaking he smirked, her hand only fueling the fire that had already started to burn. In response his fingers trailed down her body, from their place on her neck leaving an invisible mark behind them to the top of her underwear. His eyes brutally refused to leave hers as his other hand moved down her body after the first. It stopped in the middle of her chest, with a quick snap her bra was gone, but before she had time to register, he moved his hands so his fingers moved over the fabric of her panties, rubbing her, teasing her, seducing her without his skin touching hers, not yet. Observing her excitement was crucial to his own pleasure and seeing her body alive with passion breath-taking in its own way.*

*She felt her heart skip several beats when his hand moved lower. There was a rush of cool air as her breasts were freed from their lace cage. Her chest got heavy quickly under his gaze and she jerked every so slightly when he began to tease her core. She arched her back with a low moan and growl, her muscles flexing and tensing beneath the skin. Normally with a male were she'd already be in a lust induced frenzy, tearing and fucking only like animals knew how, but not with Bill. She delighted in the fact he had his own brand of gentleness with her. Granted he was driving her nuts, but still, gentle. She let out a long sigh of pleasure, her eyes again flashing to amber as she caught his own lustful gaze. He was getting pleasure out of pleasing her, and she noticed his eyes would light up for a second when her chest rose and fell faster as her pulse quickened under her skin*

*A wrong movement caused his skin to connect with hers as the fabric gave way to the strenuous pressure he placed on it fueled by lust and a fire he was all to used too. Withdrawing from her for the briefest of seconds, his jacket, tie and shirt were off before she could blink. His trousers followed revealing he had no underwear on. A trait he had grown accustomed too from the 'olden days'. Gripping the fabric of her panties he ripped them off her and placed himself between her legs with a roughness he could get away with. Taking his harndess into his hand he started to tease her entrance using the tip of his cock before aligning himself with her core before swiftly thrusting his hard throbbing member inside of her with a growl of pleasure.*

*she watched and growled in approval at the haste Bill made with his clothes. Vamp speed be praised. She didn't even care that he ripped off her panties, they were in his way after all. She arched her back at his teasing, already reaching a peak of hunger that bordered on the insane. The moment he slid inside she growled and wrapped her arms around his back, claiming his mouth with her lips in a frenzy she'd been restraining. She tasted all of him, letting her tongue graze his fangs which only sent a jolt of desire down her spine. She arched her hips to meet his, lifting her legs so he was nestled well between them as she rocked her body more. Her nails dragged along his ribs and back, never breaking skin*

*Her frenzied movements only seemed to heighten his pleasure, with a skill formed from years of practice he thrust into her in uneven strides, quick and fast, followed by hard and tortuously slow, making sure he reached and hit every spot he could. Reaching up to grab her hair, he yanked her head back, to gain access to her throat which called to him. He could feel her blood underneath her smooth skin, he could almost taste it on his tongue but he would not bite her, he must not. It was then he felt her nails marking his body with an invisible trail. Pinning her arms above her head he thrust into her harder and faster.. gentle the last thing on his mind*

*she panted and growled with every move. Her body was on fire, even hotter than the were standard of hot. The contrast to his cold skin only heightened her pleasure. With a groan he tilted her head back and she knew just how much he wanted to sink his fangs into her. She could smell his hunger in the air and yet he held back. She wondered what were blood would do to him, already knowing what vampire blood could and would do to her unfortunately. He forced her hands away, pinned above her head and she growled, still aching to touch his skin and explore it in depth. She felt her hips buck, his length reaching ever part of her. She was full to the brim of him, his movements pushing her closer and closer to the edge. The air filled with nothing but the sound of the cushions straining beneath her and the sound of flesh slapping flesh*

*Bill pushed his hips back, almost completely leaving her core except for the tip of his cock, then slammed back inside of her, repeating the motion, burying himself completely inside of her each and every time. The familiar exciting sensation swelled up inside of him, causing his hands to tighten on hers and his thrusts to become more powerful. Having of thought of this moment since the day he had first seen her, his mouth found hers to silence her in her lasting moans as he felt her inner walls start to tighten around his cock, shifting his hands so that both her wrists were trapped in one of his hands, then slowly moves his free hand down her body, in between both of theirs and teases her clit with his thumb, rubbing it in small, tight circles.*