…Breyden POV…

Tonight I find myself here in the same place where I have found myself for centuries. The land where mortals live. It is a place between excitement and danger. This is a place where you live on the edge of pleasure, of pure adrenaline that flows through your veins. I love every minute of the thrill. I did not get to be here by playing things safe or obeying the rules. I am here as a rebel, a rogue angel, and most of all, a lost man. And today, I find myself somewhat normal, in my own awkward way.

So the question begs. Do I desire to live here for the rest of my eternity?

Yes.

So I sit here outside the Belmont house before is shall go give Sebastian the great news, which is rather daring at the current stage, for they seem to have another one of their get-togethers that Lilith has arranged, which I have been reluctantly agreed to attend. Now we all know that Sebastian is trying his hardest to play matchmaker between Lilith and me, which I do wish he did not do. I want to be the man that tells her how I have felt about her for so many years, but I am afraid I do not know how long our dear Vampire Master can keep that a secret to himself, so it seems that my confession shall happen far sooner than I anticipate.

As I enter the Belmont house and watch the Vampires that fill every corner of the room, I can't help but to chuckle at myself. An Angel, an immortal, seeking the company of another immortal, a Vampire, in such an odd way, I can only but imagine what the chatter is up there.

So I find myself surrounded by more Vampires than I can possibly feel comfortable with. Some of these Vampires I have known myself for years, and we have been on rather good terms, but then there are some that I have on my own occasion tried to end their lives. To say that my presence is not well received by all shall be a rather big understatement.

But as I do look at all these male Vampires, a sad fact does settle into my mind. Why would Lilith want to be with a man such as me when she can have all of these. She was, after all, tied to Victor for so many years; surely she shall not now seek the companionship of an Angel?

I am very frustrated as I find my way to wander through the masses of Vampires, just aimlessly greeting one after the other. Not truly paying much notice, the next moment, I feel someone walk smack bang into my chest.

The impact is so hard; the woman utters only but one word.

"Ouch."

Just then, a group of male Vampire forces themselves past us at the very moment, which causes her to push even harder into my body.

The scent of sweet vanilla and hints of honey attacks my senses. It knocks my breath away, and beyond my control, I press my head even closer to hers. Her scent is beyond intoxicating; I want more of her. And as I listen, I hear her soft rapid breaths singing like music in my ear. There are tingles of pleasure running down my spine, something beyond what I have ever experienced with a woman before.

I softly moan deep in my chest; this is something I want, this is what I want to feel from a woman. This is a woman that I want, not just now, but I can find myself getting lost in her over and over again. And my first instinct is to run my hands over her waist and resting them at the small of her back, but as I find my hands trail the way, her expose skin melts by only my touch. If I was not captivated before, then I truly am now.

But as soon as I rest my hand just above would possibly is the tightest ass I would ever feel in my life, then out of nowhere, the flat of her hand comes crashing into my cheek. And as she speaks, her angel voice peeks the very thing that had me coming down here in the first place.

"Let me go, you creep."

"Well, I have been called a few things, but I can honestly say that creep is not one of them."

But still, the moment I see who has found herself in my arms, I still do not let go. It is the woman that has brought me here to the Bellmont House, and for the first time ever, I have her in my arms, the closet that I shall most probably ever will. And I do not wish to let go.

"Please dance with me, my dear Lilith?"

"What makes you think I want to?"

She waves her finger up and down my body, "What makes you think I want to come dance with this?"

"I can see it in those deep blue eyes."

And just for a brief moment, my sugarcoated words bring a rosy color to those already burning cheeks. Then beyond what I can ever imagine, she pulls me closer to her once again. I feel seven sensations of pleasure as her long delicate fingers find their way underneath the buttons of my black designer shirt. She runs her nails over every inch of my rippled abs. That frustration has now hit an all-time high, and high is what I want to find myself in every corner of her body.

Then she softly whispers in my ear, "You have a better chance at kissing a frog."

I cannot help but chuckle at her; I believe that our dear Sebastian has told her about his attempt at playing matchmaker. And guessing by the protest in her voice, she is not pleased with it all. But yet, I lean closer until my breath is lingering on the tips of her ear, "Consider yourself a frog then."

Well, if I thought she would slap me there and then, she turns her head to face me. Those deep cherry lips are so close to me that with only but one wink, I would claim those lips.

"Well, I am not your type of frog then."

Oh, she is my type of frog. She exquisite; she needs to understand that she has now unknowingly become everything I desire; she is mine; she belongs to me now.

I get the biggest smirk on my face as I realize that she has not yet let go of my waist, which tells me that she is feeling the heat between our bodies just as much as I do. Then as she realizes that her body is still tightly pressed against mine, she slowly steps away. I immediately feel the void that she leaves behind.

She looks at me and studies me from tip to toe. Maybe a bit too long to make me feel comfortable.

"It was a pleasure walking into you. In any way, I must be off."

Her words are not even cold, and she is gone. I watch as she elegantly disappears off into the crowd. She knows that I am still staring, so she sways those hips, and god does she do it with a purpose; the only purpose is to create an even larger ache that won't be scratched tonight.

But this is not happening, she is not getting away so easily, so I push through into the direction she left. I catch a glimpse of her just as she exits through the back door. So as I step outside, and once I have closed the gap, I call after her.

"You should not run off in the middle of the night; there are a lot of creeps that hang out here."

"The only creep is you."

"Now I thought I was a frog?"

"Whichever one, you still ugly."

"Can ugly then do this?"

I step one step closer to her and slowly drive that gorgeous body back into the wall. I pin her gently between my arms, not being able to keep the words at bay; I say what I have desired to say to her that very moment that she walked into my chest.

"You smell sweeter than honey; I bet you taste far better."

I run the edges of my lips softly against her cheek. I hear her breath hitch, and then she softly whimpers my name.

"Breyden."

I run my warm breath slowly over her soft cheek to her deep red velvety lips. They are but only an inch away from touching hers. Then with only one wink, they touch. I cannot help but close my eyes as my senses are filled with the taste of cotton candy.

I can hear her breathing picks up a pace; I have her right where I want her to be. With the utmost confidence that I have her hooked, I step one step away from her body.

"Now, will you come dance with me?"