Chocolate. Marcus's blood tasted like chocolate.

Nothing else mattered but his blood. I hasn't realized that I had gone so long without feeding but now....drinking from a random blood bag make my stomach churn.

I moaned when more blood hit my tongue. Sucking at his neck greedily, I knew I could never drain him nor fully sate my appetite. I was addicted; couldn't make myself stop. Voices drifted around us and I felt hands tugging at me, but I wasn't really conscious. The vampire craved more blood. The human craved more friction to relieve the throbbing need between her thighs.

Marcus dropped to his knees, pulling me closer. "More," he demanded on a low groan.

I felt so powerful. So very powerful. This dominating, somewhat brooding man, was reduced to jelly because of me. Marcus laid back, allowing me to straddle him. His hands went to my hips, guiding me along his length. A steady rumbling within his chest traveled through me in waves. Was he purring? Do Lycans even purr?

I felt myself pull back, licking the remained blood away, then kissing my mark.

"I thought you were innocent," Marcus groaned, a shudder rocking his body. The feel of him so helpless beneath me....

"I am," I whispered. "You just drive me crazy."

Marcus scoffed. "Touche."

As our lips collided, my control slipped and I knew I only had it to begin with because of the mark. Now it was all him. And I loved it. Just as Marcus flipped us over, gripping my shirt to no doubt rip it off my body, a throat cleared loudly. We snapped our heads to the left, confronted with the other guys.

Casbian was smirking, Clent was literally smoking with....arousal, Alaric looked curious and couldn't keep still, but Kelen....he was furious. Stomping over to us, he got in Marcus's face.

"What did I tell you," he snarled. "It's too fucking soon."

"I don't give a damn what you said, Kelen. She's my mate and if she wants to mark me then who am I to stop her," Marcus shot back, standing up. His muscles bulged, chest puffing out. I knew his eyes were no doubt blowing red.

"I call the shots. I make the rules. And I do it to protect this family, including her now---"

"And you think I'll just roll over and follow your every word, huh? I'm the fucking Alph---"

"Alpha? Oh so you wanna be Alpha now big guy?" Kelen mocked with a dry laugh. Marcus let out a loud growl that seemed to shake the ground. He was about to shift. Seeing this, Kelen became to call on his shadows.

"ENOUGH!" I demanded, getting to my feet and pushing them apart. Everything grew silent. And I took the chance to collect my thoughts.

"Let's start with you Casbian. Why were you fighting my brother?"

Casbian stepped forward, running his hands through his already unruly hair. Judging by his expression, he still wasn't over whatever it was. "We were waiting for you to make breakfast when he came waltzing into the kitchen."

"And...." I prodded.

"I said that he wasn't welcomed to eat with us."

Clent chuckled, then covered it up with a cough. I narrowed my eyes at him, knowing there was more to the story than that.

"What did he really say, Alaric?" My sweet boy looked over at Casbian, no doubt wondering if he should snitch. When his eyes shifted back to me, I gave his a small smile of encouragement.

"H-he said th-that the dogs belong outside."

I rolled my eyes at that. Of course it would be Casbian to start some drama. "Keep your comments to yourself next time Cas. Now what happened between them, Clent?" I asked gesturing to the men on either side of me. I knew that asking either of them would lead to another cat fight.

"Well," he began with a smirk, "Kelen here thought Marcus and you were getting it on in the bathroom---or rather about to. Yesterday he made a little rule about taking it slow because we don't know how our marks will effect you and we want to keep everything fair. If you ask me, I say it should be up to you."

"Agreed," Casbian said.

So they were fighting over me, but not in a flattering way. I kind of understood where Kelen was coming from, and I do think his intentions were pure. But I just wish he would have came to me first; as I should have factored in everybody's feeling when I marked Marcus.

Note to self: work on communication skills.

I sighed before stepping towards Kelen and wrapping my arms around his waist in a hug. "I understand your intentions Kelen, but please come to me first next time. I like when you guys show affection, even if it seems too fast; the bond makes it feel like I've known you guys forever. If you want to take it slow then I'll happily obliged, but you can't control their relationship with me too. I'm sorry if it seems like I have favorites but I don't, I like you all equally." I looked up into his eyes, seeing the regret, then stepped back to look at each of them.

"As for marking, I don't think it will effect me or sever my connection with the rest of you, but we'll play it safe. And if you don't want me to mark you---"

"Oh, I want those sexy fangs in my neck neck, Baby. That was hot as hell to watch," Casbian interjects, licking his lips as he looked me up and down. My eyes did the same, feeding off his heat. Casbian was the type of guy who liked to get under your skin, liked to rile people up. And that cocky smirk of his---well let's just say it riled me all the way up. I slightly crossed my legs, which didn't go unnoticed my him. Neither though did his erection and Kelen's when I hugged him. Looking at Clent I noted the same, to which he wiggled his eyebrows. Even innocent little Alaric was hot and bothered, hence why he kept squirming; he probably was new to the feeling.

Clearing my throat, I regained my composure. "What do you do when you're trapped inside because of blizzard?"

There was silence then Clent and Casbian looked at each other mischievously. "Movie night," they roared in sync. And before I could react, Clent threw me over his shoulder.

"Last one there has to sit in The Seat of Doom."

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Apparently The Seat of Doom was the broken chair nobody ever wanted to sit on. It was slightly tilted, covered in stains, smelled funny, and had got stuck folding in on itself.

Poor Alaric was too slow.

I had offered to share my seat with him, but Casbian said that was against the rules. I just rolled my eyes.

I also made Kelen and Marcus hug it out, to which they refused until I broke down crying. But hey, it worked. They were currently cracking up together at a joke in the movie that went over my head.

A tug on my hand had me turning my head to look at Casbian. His silver hair and eyes were bright within the darkness of the theater. He just always gave off a heavenly glow; which was typical for Questrias, rogue angels.

"Hm?"

"Can I have another kiss?" He asked for the like tenth time tonight, but I didn't mind. It was cute. My answer was to mold my lips onto his, sweeping my tongue in to taste him. He tasted like popcorn, which was expected because that's what we were munching on, but I had a feeling his true flavor was peppermint. Tilting his head to the side, Casbian deepened the kiss. It wasn't anything like Marcus's dominating kiss earlier. No, he was a tease; slowing down when I sped up, pulling away before I could get lost. It was both hot and infuriating.

"Stop teasing me," I whined when he indeed pulled back, licking his lips in satisfaction.

"If he doesn't stop now, you'll find yourself on your back, Flamour," Clent whispered in my ear seductively. The heat that naturally rolled off of him made me sweat a little.

"What does Flamour mean?"

Clent was quite for a moment, before grasping my chin and making me stare into his burning eyes. "It means, Lady of Fire."