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**Third-person POV**

Andrea strides towards Adrian, her feet so sure that even the most involved of dancers flee her path in the bar room. Her blond long hair flowed behind her, framing her pale skin. Blue eyes pierce him, but instead of holding him in place, her freezing eyes compel him to move forward.

Though she is human, she moved with the grace of those more in touch with nature. 

Adrian moves forward to meet her, moving through his pack members as if they weren't there. He grasps her hand and told her his name. Andrea, returned the favor, pulling him close. They exchanged breath, grinding closer and closer together, lust and something like fate surging through them.

Adrian had never felt like this for anyone before. He wanted to strip this woman bare, devour her and be devoured, own her and be owned. This woman could be everything, mate, lover,

a friend and all he knew was her name.

It was enough.

Adrian maneuvered them outside to the semi-private alley behind the bar. He didn't want to share these first moments with Andrea with anyone else.  She is tipsy as usual. Her estrogen was secreting more than usual.

He pushed Andrea against the wall, shoving her harder than he should have when playing with a human owing to the passion raging through him compelled. This thing between them made it feel like the night of the full moon, though that was a week off. But that playful thing, his human wolf, danced underneath his skin. He pulled back and grinned, knowing his eyes shown with that hint of inhumanity present in every werewolf.

Andrea didn't shrink, she returned his smile, still saying nothing, only raising a hand the caress Adrian's cheek.

Adrian turned his face towards it, savoring the texture of the calloused fingers. Heat engulfed him, he couldn't wait to feel those fingers on him, around him. He clutched the nape of Andrea's

neck and pulled her forward, capturing her lips in a harsh kiss.

She tastes sweet and Adrian could never remember being more turned on in his life. He licked against Andrea's lips, groaning when she parted and their tongues tangled. Adrian felt himself

hardening, and with each delicious scrape of pressure as he and Andrea moved he felt catapulted up and up to higher planes of pleasure.  

Adrian nudged Andrea's legs apart with his knee, letting Andrea ride him as they continued to kiss. His hand grasped the bottom of Andrea's shirt, hiking it up so that he could feel her bare skin.

Andrea moaned as Adrian trailed his fingers in light caresses over her ribs, slowly moving higher and higher until his hand brushed against her bra. 

Andrea pulled back gasping. Her hands worked at Adrian's shoulders, removing the jacket and revealing the gray tank top underneath. She ran her hands down Adrian's arms, feeling the well-defined muscle, kneading at it with each slow movement.

Adrian shivered.

Adrian reached behind Andrea's back and unhooked her bra then eased his hands under the now loose cups. He took one breast in hand, balancing the perfectly shaped orb in his hand. His

thump flicked over Andrea's hard nipple and Andrea moaned and kissed at his neck.

Adrian did it again, twice in quick succession, and Andrea jumped a little, grinding down hard onto Adrian's leg.

Adrain's mouth felt too full, he kissed Andrea's neck, licking at the pulse as it jumped at his attention. He couldn't get enough of the salty-sweet taste of Andrea's skin and suck harder and harder. He felt Andrea's hand drift down and undo the button on his jeans, a hand sneaking lower until one of Andrea's fingers skimmed over the straining flesh of his erect cock. 

With the shock of the contact, Adrian bit down harder than he wanted and heard Andrea's grasp, though this time from some mix of pleasure-pain. He tasted the smallest hint of metallic blood

and reared back in shock. Already the mark was an awful reddish/purple, evidence of play gone too far.

Adrain collapsed simply and Andrea eased her to the ground and backed away. This was too much, he needed to get out of here.  Everything had been going so well until that arc of blinding pain shot through Andrea. Blinding pain mixed with explosive pleasure. She whimpered and felt all of the tension and strength leave her body and her eyes drifted closed in the last moments as Adrain lowered her to the ground. If she had been conscious she would have tried to ask what the hell was going on, but those thoughts vanished several minutes later when she felt someone's hand jostle her awake.

The attractive man from earlier crouched in front of her, a little too close to her neck for her liking.

Had Adrian freaking bitten her?

Is he a vampire or something? If she wasn't so tired

Andrea would have smiled. Instead, she looked blankly at the man in front of her, too tired to even worry about his intentions.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

Andrea raised a hand to her head, changing at the last moment to feel the wound at the base of her neck, and winced when she touched the tender flesh.

"Yes, I think." She braced a hand on the wall behind her and tried to summon the energy to stand. But nothing came.

"Help me up?"

He stood and offered her a hand, hauling her up and helping to stabilize her. "Maybe a little too much to drink?" He suggested,

"You have a friend who can drive you home?"

"They're all busy," she lied, realizing it would not be a good idea to tell a stranger in the alley behind a bar that she had no friends in town.

"And I didn't drink anything. I'm fine."

And now that she was standing, she was feeling nothing other than a little bit of a headache.

Incredibly horny, but uninjured. Andrea and her escort walked back inside, Adrian had disappeared and so had his clique. Andrea's Account folder of work still sat at her table undisturbed. She scooped it up and headed for the parking lot, sliding into her car and pulling out on the road to head home.

Andrea walked into her small one-bedroom apartment and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, barely remembering to set the alarm before going to sleep. Andrea couldn't get over what had come upon her.