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 Ships in the Night, Nero Corvinus
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 Posted: Jul 27 2017, 05:03 PM
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The beat was infectious. A sheen of sweat covered everyone’s skin, but Emmie didn’t care. About twenty minutes prior, a pretty, slim blonde girl had wrapped her arms around Emmie and planted a kiss on her. When the girl’s tongue slid into her mouth, it had held a dose of ecstasy. It’s Emmie’s third bump. Needless to say, she was feeling more than good. Her skin was electric, thrumming with the high. Even the brush of the dress she wore was pleasure. There was a reason why its called ‘ecstacy’. Everything was flashing lights and heavy bass thumps that made her heart jump in time. The redhead drew eyes. Her vibrant red hair was not orange or even strawberry blonde, but a solid auburn and fell down the small of her back. Her skin was fair, but not freckled, and soft. The girl wore a navy blue dress that clung to her breasts and hips, but flared out around her thighs. She wore matching navy blue shoes and moved her feet deftly despite the heel or the drugs. The height of the heels accentuated the curve of her legs. Her backside and breasts jiggled in that way that only came from not wearing any restrictive clothing. The flare of the skirt swung side to side as her hips swayed and every now and again, the firm bare curve of her ass flashed into view. A spin turn would show she wore a very small thong. There were two men nearby who seemed more alert than the other dancers. Her captors, her jailors, her “I’ll tell your father” loyal pack mates. Every now and then, she had to growl at them to give her space and let the other dancers touch her. All she wanted was to be like any other girl her age having fun at a club, dancing the night away off her head on booze or drugs. Normal. Speaking of drinks, Emmie pointed at the two men and slipped away to the bar. “Keep your distance!”

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 Posted: Jul 27 2017, 06:22 PM
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After the events of the last few days, Nero wanted nothing more than to just go home and pop a few tabs on the beers he had left in the fridge. He knew that if wanted to drink more than two he would need to stop by the store and pick up a case. The cashier always tried to make conversation with the man he knew to be a cop. Asking him about his the cases he was working, or if any new ones had popped up on his radar. More specifically he asked about runaways. Slaves that had gone missing and reports sent not only the hunters guild but his precinct. Nearly everyone in town knew the station along with the cops that worked there were in bed with the hunters. That every file they had, would work itself down through the wood works and land on scanners, and missing posters.

Those citizens that knew nothing of the horrors of slavery (though there were few) would be on the look out. An extra pair of eyes out in the streets added to the endless number of hunters, and their partners in law enforcement. It was usually elderly old bats that made the call. Informing the station first that had spotted a missing person in town, walking the sidewalks. It was always in a public place, some getting the balls enough to do a little shopping. Some found jobs, trying to make a new life for themselves in a town they hoped no one recognized them.

Nero was never near when one of these calls came in. Purposefully let another officer handle it, so he wouldn’t be conflicted when his morals were challenged. Before he had taken the dive into the position he was in now, Nero never dreamed it would have been so hard. That every day he would be faced with another dilemma and someone's problem he couldn’t fix. They were the ones who chose to stay, instead of tucking tail and getting out of this town. Far away from the reach of the hunter's eyes, where they could start new like they wanted. The hellhound never understood why they stayed. Why they hung around as if they were waiting for something. Why had he stayed?

The question in his mind went unanswered as sat at the bar of the closest night club to his residence. Ultimately he had decided half way to the corner store he didn’t want to have a chat with the noisy cashier. That tonight, he would rather avoid making small talk with a man who only wanted to cash in big bucks by keeping his eye out for one of the missing.

Infinity, one of the two major scenes in this town. Drugs, money, and slave trades seemed to be its main function. The man who owned it had spruced it up, throwing a dance floor in the middle, and a few bars set up along the walls, masking what really went on just beneath this floor. A few rooms in the back for those certain people who wanted a little more, but didn’t want it enough to take the person back to their own place. Nero wasn’t here for that. Not that he would have turned it down, just he was much more into the beer gripped firmly in his hand rather than the sweaty brunette who smelled heavily intoxicated.

The arm she was hanging on rotated, brushing her off without looking over at her smeared face. She had been talking his ear off since the moment he sat down, but he paid her no mind. His eyes were watching a fiery woman in a blue dress on the dance floor. Nero faced the bar, but there was a mirror high above him, behind which all the liquor sat, reflecting anything in his six. The woman who danced with anyone that was close enough had captured the attention of any all around her. It was like a pulse with her at their focus. When she moved, they moved, reminding him of a hive with its bees, as she sat on their throne as the queen.

To say he wasn't intrigued would have been a lie, and enjoyed the way she moved her body. More than once he had caught sight of what was hidden just beneath that dress, but like lightening it was gone within a second. Nero’s tongue ran over his teeth as he took another swig of his beer to finish it off. Only foam now sat at the bottom, as he pushed it toward the bartender who instantly replaced it with another.

His body swiveled in his chair was the girl who apparently found him interesting enough to bother him tried to turn him to face her. Her skinny hand was on the inside of his thigh, pulling him to the side, intending to plant herself between his open legs. Had she been a better-looking girl, he might have obliged, opening his arms, and leaning back a little bit to pull her close. Drop a hand to her to her own leg, slowly ascending until he was well and good under her already tiny dress. Yet, she had not been blessed with good genes and the only thing that he could consider even remotely acceptable was the way she had taken care of her hair and nails. She was sloppy, makeup smeared along the right side of her bottom lip as if she had already had a night of hole in one golf.

Nero sighed, having had enough as she leaned her face in toward his like he had been engaging her this last hour and was interested. He most definitely wasn’t. The hand that was closest to her body came down, grabbing her wrist and removing her from his body. “Closed babe, but I see plenty of other rides open, so go crazy.” It was much nicer than what he could have said, but he wasn’t all that keen about dealing with her tears. Something else he had enough of over the last week. The woman laughed, and nodded, giving him a wink as if she thought she could turn Nero on by giving her attention to another guy. Spotting her next victim she stumbled over. The just as wasted male opened his arms to accept her, his standard set low at this point in the night. Nero only watched long enough to make sure she didn't come back over, before turning to nurse the fresh, cold beer the bartender had handed him a moment ago.

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Happily buzzing, Emmie slid into a barely big enough space at the bar, hip rubbing against a muscular thigh encased in black jeans. The girl she slid next to shoved the guy she was with. His eyes had wandered to the redhead.

What could she say? The combination of green eyes, white skin, and deep auburn hair caught the eye. Emmie studied the people she could see in the mirror. The bar looked like some surreal last supper montage, a thought that made her smirk to herself. The man next to her, whose thigh she was nearly sitting on due to the press of bodies wasn’t hard to look at. His scent was interesting, too, almost like a coal fire or woodsmoke.

When the bartender smiled her way, she smiled back and lifted her chin. Her drink didn’t take long to come: rum and Coke. Sweet and simple, unlike the woman who ordered it. She was feeling a little sweeter, though, without the stifling constraints of her father’s expectations and with the combination of drugs and booze.

Emmie took a sip of her drink and brushed her hair back from her face, catching it with her hand and lifting it up and off her neck for a moment. Her right breast lifted, nipples tight little pebbles from the stimulation of the dress’ fabric, thanks to the drugs. The drink’s coolness was palpable in her throat and she closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of the burn of alcohol and the chill of the ice. Damn, she felt good!

When she opened her eyes, her neighbor’s eyes were on her in the reflection. She looked back, not backing down one iota. She was the future alpha of a strong pack, not some shy, shrinking wuss of a woman. Her lips curved and she lifted her glass to the reflection, before taking another sip. She’d get water later. Right now, she just wanted the buzz to last forever.

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 Posted: Aug 11 2017, 12:22 PM
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In the time it had taken for the strange woman to find a new man to entertain, and Nero to turn back to the bar, the redhead he had been watching had approached. Of all the places along the twenty-foot bar, she had filled the space that was next to him. It was packed, and he didn’t really take in the probability that she had chosen it because he had been sitting there. In fact, he knew she hadn’t. It just so happened to be the closest open spot for her to slid into, regardless if that was nearly on top of him.

The crowd on the other side of her seemed to sway, pushing her all that much closer into him until his arm had to rotate allowing her the room she needed. Her petite, and perky bottom was pressing into his thigh. Unlike the other woman who had much more baggage than he was willing to carry, he didn’t mind the touch. He had been able to peek at what lay under that dress, and it wasn’t something he was about to send away. Talking to her was another matter.

It wasn’t that he lacked the confidence to start a conversation, but he hadn’t really come here to get laid or worse teased and then blown off. Nero had sat down on this bar stool to blow off some steam. To watch the crowd while he drank a few beers, to see if he could spot someone who could add a notch to his soul belt. Thus far he hadn’t seen any that met his requirements, and he since decided to leave after he threw a few more back.

Keeping himself distracted he watched the woman at his side in the mirror. His eyes traveling down her skin as her arm reached up to capture her hair. Everything about the girl seemed erotic, and he could smell her high from the place he sat, rather than seeing it out on the dance floor. Her body was sweaty, but not the filthy kind that would have turned someone off. It was that clear, glistening sweat, that often covered the bodies of lovers when they were intertwined. Nero couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the bedroom, where he would have had no problem taking her, but let them slid over the edge of his mind as her eyes caught his own.

They were dilated, but strong willed. Her body seemed to stiffen as her gaze hardened, the challenge clear in them. Nero’s stare was unbreakable, and just as dominating. Whether he knew it or not, the man was the son of an alpha. Had his mother chosen to stay with his father, he would have been the heir. Trained in all aspects of war, and negotiations. To know when the time for talking was needed, or when a little more force needed to be exhibited. Ian had stood in for his father, (a man he had never known). His life unknown to him was drastically changed, and he might not have been the same man he was, had he been raised under a different set of rules.

Finally, the tension was broken, neither backing down, but the woman curled her lips and raised her glass. He mimicked her action, pressing the top of his beer to his lips. “That high everything you expected?” He asked body, turning his body a bit toward her. The thigh she had been pressing up against was now on the other side of her. Boldly his hand moved out the back of his knuckle rolling down her side, knowing exactly how that drug that coursed through her veins was feeling. How his touch felt, despite the fabric between them.

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“Mm,” The man’s touch was light, not handsy, just… curious and sent off a million sparks of electricity under her skin. The sensation gave her goosebumps and when she turned to face him, she found she was between his legs.

Emmie couldn’t explain it, but she found the pose very sexy. Masculine, open. Strong thighs. Her gaze had dropped and traveled from his groin to his face, the little smile still curving her lips, hidden behind the glass as she took another sip. .

“Very.”

Someone jostled into her pushing her forward. She was fluid and malleable falling into Nero, all soft curves and understated strength, but dexterous - her drink did not spill all over him. She’d curled that hand inward, so the cold, condensation on the glass ran down between the valley of her breasts. The chill was butterfly wings fluttering. Emmie’s hand curved around Nero’s shoulder, but she didn’t mind the firm feel of his chest against hers. She laughed lightly, amused at the press of people.

She loved it. Bodies everywhere, the crazy mix of scents: dry ice that smelled like smoky and burnt; the smell of people - good and bad; the heady tang of the drink she had; and the man against whom she had been pushed. Emmie did not apologize for falling into Nero, though. It wasn’t her fault and she wasn’t sorry about it. Not at all.

“What a crazy mess this place is.” She started to pull away, though she was loathe, too. The heat of his skin through their clothes had sparked a kaleidoscope riot of colors under skin and the muscles of his shoulder felt like rivulets of water. Emmie didn’t even notice she was still stroking the dips and valleys of the muscle of his arm in a random little circles of her fingertips.

“It’s usually busy, but I suppose the wedding has really amped things up.”

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 Posted: Sep 18 2017, 02:51 PM
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Nero’s fingers were curved toward himself as he rolled the back of his hand down her side. The fabric beneath his touch was smooth, not even rippling in the seam where her feminine hips curved out. Those hips, wide, and accepting of bearing of children. Not his of course, but someone she loved when her little partying stage was over. The hellhound had always been fond of the hourglass figures. Among the bright blue of her dress surrounded by a sea of browns, she had stuck out from the crowd. Her figure and confidence had been what captivated his attention enough to stay.

The woman had shifted toward him, pushing the air around her into his face. Nero breathed deeply taking in more of her specific perfume. The edges of his lips curved up in a smirk, but it was hardly arrogant. She was coy, or so it seemed at first. The way her arms draped around her body, one of her elbows bent to hold her glass up near her face. She hid a beautiful smile behind that glass, and it was enough to get him to give her one back. Her eyes had studied him, traveling up his body similar in fashion as a man might have enjoyed the image of a woman. Surely she had been given the exact same look everywhere she went. Tonight, however, it wasn’t one Nero gave her. His own eyes hadn’t left her face.

Behind her, the bar filled up. More and more patrons left the dance floor as a song ended, moving to the long line of stools to place drink orders while they waited for their favorites. A man laughed loudly, his black curly hair waving as the woman in front of him shoved him playfully. She too was smiling, but the jostle was hard enough to make the man loose balance. Still, on one leg he leaned back, the arm closest to the bar grabbing it for support. His back pressed into the red-head without realizing sending her forward. So entrapped by his companion and what she was saying, he didn't even pause long enough to apologize to the she-wolf.

Nero’s hand flipped, rolling along the curve of her waist to the small of her back as she fell into him. He leaned back only a little so their faces wouldn’t collide, but held her secure with his arm so she wouldn’t tumble to the side. Lightly he chuckled in direct response to her own. Had he been alone and the man had bumped into him, the situation might have been handled a bit differently. Nero was a hot head, but her coolness allowed him to relax and see the humor in what had just transpired.

“You okay?” The hills of his laugh effected his speech. Her hand was nestled upon his shoulder, her fingers swirling. Their faces were close. Close enough he could see his reflection in the darkness of her pupils. The tips of their noses nearly touched, her upper torso pressed into him softly. If a stranger had looked over at them, it could have been guessed they were a couple. The woman leaning into her man intending to kiss him. Their eyes were locked, but neither of their lips was puckered. It would have been a fleeting glance, and watcher unsure of what would have come of it. Forgotten in their rhythmic dancing, and own high from the drugs being passed around like gummi bears at daycare.

Nero could feel her body tense up ready to pull away and stand her ground. The small little space that had been behind her, had now filled up with another body. His arm held her in place, not completely against him, but enough that she had to take another step toward him. She could straighten, brush herself off she needed it, and if she chose to move away completely in the opposite direction he wouldn’t have stopped her.

Looking out toward the dance floor, and all the new faces he didn’t recognize he assumed she was right. The number of arrests had gone up, including the money that was flooding the streets, real and fake alike. Hotels were starting to fill up, mostly the ones with kitchens meant for a week or two stay. Murders were on the rise, and he had sent more drained bodies to the morgue this week than he had in the last three months.

“Yeah... event of the year. Tourist are crawling out of the woodwork to get a look at the royal family.” He said it almost as if it put a bad taste in his mouth, but it could have been overlooked as annoyed with the non-locals and the trouble they were beginning to cause him.

After scanning the crowd for a minute he looked down back at the girl, lifting his beer to take a swig. He hadn’t recognized her, and that was quite the feat. Nero had lived in Feneria his entire life, most of the people his age he had gone to school with. All the rest had been through his job. Missing persons, cold cases, and press conference got him pretty well known. He met a lot of interesting people through his job, but she was new.

“What about you?” He nodded toward her casually his thumb moving up and down along her spine. “You visiting just to see the fashion of the royals?” He guessed, judging by her fashion sense that she might have been some out of town reporter for a fashion magazine. There was always a couple of them at these type of shindigs right? E! News, or Vogue? He pegged her more of Vogue worker, with those pouty lips, and sophisticated eyes.

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The warmth of the man’s body was luxurious. The touch of his hand on the saddle of her back and the flash of the lights.

“Mmm, mmhm.” Emmie nodded at Nero’s question. She more than okay. She started to pull away, but the press of bodies made it so she couldn’t. The splay of Nero’s hand sent more sparks across her skin. Emmie chose to lean her body into him instead.

Emmie shook her head.

“We live near the coast. I don't really care about the Royals. I’m here for the fun . You?” She was a princess in her own right, or at least, she was treated like one. Why would she care about the real ones?

Her body guards had moved off, but were still where they could scent her, if not see her. Though she’d shooed them off with a threat, Calder’s threats were more real for them. Emmie was wily when it came to being elusive. They had to stay on their toes to keep up with her and letting her out of their sight for even a minute could prove disastrous.

Emmie’s fingers drew down Nero’s shoulder to his chest, running over the firm curve of his pectoral muscle and she took another sip of her drink, watching him with a single blink of her eyes.

"Do you dance?"

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There was nothing funny about the situation of a strange man pushing into the back of the female who stood before him. Nor did the hellhound mind the touch of her hands, and the length of her body pressed into him, and between his thighs. There was a moment when she could have moved off, back into the fray that had seemed to be her habitat back out on that dance floor. Instead, she chose to linger, pressing the warmth of her skin more into him that she should have.

The corners of his lips rotated into an award-winning smile. The depths of his eyes still held the darkness that all hellhounds possessed, a calling card for those that they hunted. This woman could have been prey if he chose her to be so. Not only in the mortal realm for the drugs she had swallowed down that erotic throat, but the sins that seemed to waft up from her soul. Nero leaned in slightly but turned his head to take another swig of his beer as she answered his question, only providing her with a nod.

The truth was, he didn’t generally care if she was okay or not, but it was the name of the game. Seem like a gentleman long enough to get what you wanted. He hadn’t come into this club tonight expecting to find someone to interest him, but the redhead had succeeded in gaining his favor, and there was nothing he would have liked more than to carry her home over his shoulder.

In the bright and revolving lights, he looked back at her, giving her nothing short of his full attention. The arm around her waist tightened to pull her a bit closer, only so that he might hear her better of the booming of the music overhead. “The coast?” He asked, seemingly impressed though he wasn’t. Most of his own childhood had been nestled near the west of the city, included on the property was a private beach, that no doubt she had as well. Children born in the spoils of riches, and yet only one of them had truly embraced the gifts of the relatives. “You the family that moved into to the big estate across town?” He knew she was...he was a cop for crying out loud, and there was nothing that went on his in his town he didn’t know.

Finishing off his beer, he pushed the bottle toward the bartender, who instantly replaced it with another. “Eh, I’m not really all the interested in spoiled princesses who get everything they want with a bat of their eyelashes.” He smiled, thinking of the one royal at the palace, and the one he had met earlier in the day. Unknown to him he was also describing the woman who stood in front of him. “Fun? What’s that?” He laughed, but it was slightly forced. His job consumed his life, and other than his dogs he didn’t really have much of one.

The light touch of her hand moving over his shoulder and down his chest did not go unnoticed. Neither his eyes or hand captured the soft texture of her own, and simply let her be, exploring his body at will. “No.” The answer was short and to the point, but behind the air of that word was the amusement that she would ask. A quick glance out toward the dance floor furrowed his brows as he watched the patrons and mass of sweaty bodies. That type of dancing wasn't really his style, and he hated to admit that he had been forced into formal lessons of the waltz, ballroom, and salsa when he had been a young boy. “I enjoyed watching you though.” Dark azure eyes moved back to her bright green, the pressure of his hand had traveled down a couple of inches, his pinky resting on the upper curve of a flawless ass.

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Emmie chuckled. She knew their arrival wasn’t as circumspect as her father seemed to think. Had she known the man she was flirting with was actually related to her father’s enemy, she might have… might have… pulled away. Or not. Maybe, fucking her father’s enemy’s child would be just the perfect thing to do. To go against everything that had been drilled into her.

“Yes.” The amusement danced in her eyes.

“Oh, I suppose I should move on then.” But, his hand had slid a little lower, resting in the saddle of her back. He felt delightful, smelled different, like… authority or… she couldn’t quite place the scent.

Emmie leaned forward, breasts pressing against a muscular, firm chest. Her lips brushed against Nero’s ear on purpose. She could definitely let him ruin her for whomever her father planned on selling her off to in a marriage alliance. Or at least, go another route, maybe.

“Maybe we could find a quiet place to dance sometime instead of squished by a bunch of others.”

This said as Emmie cut her eye to the side. Her guardians had finally closed in again. Emmie sighed with a pout, hands running up and down what she thought was a pair very nicely muscular thighs.

“My living chastity belts have arrived, it seems. What a pity.”

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