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Confidante
Chapter Four
Katheryn shoved hard at his chest and crossed her legs. "Please, Angelus, kill me if you must, but don't bore me with Freudian babblings about how I like it rough."

Her brown eyes had lightened considerably with her words to a luminous sherry-gold. Angelus grinned and sat back on his heels, watching her. She really was beautiful. Especially when a strong emotion was moving through her. But what really had him smiling was that it wasn't anger he sensed. No, there was a scent coming off her that was distinctly arousal.

She wanted him.

He sat watching her watch him, waiting. Soon, the stiffness left her shoulders and she relaxed back against the chair, uncrossing her legs. Her eyes were still light, though. And he could still smell her.

"What are you staring at?"

Angelus tensed. Her voice was so thick with lust, it was almost a physical caress. "You," he answered tightly.

She looked away for a moment, but didn't fidget under his scrutiny as he'd half expected her to. When she looked back at him, she pressed her lips together and frowned.

Suddenly, his arms were on either side of her, locking her to the chair. She let out a surprised sound as his chest pressed against her knees and his head settled in her lap. He made a purring sound and moved so his face was against her stomach.

Moving one arm in, he flipped the hem of her peach blouse up a few inches and pressed his lips to her skin. Katheryn made a noise in her throat that was half moan, half snarl; her hands clenched in his hair and held him against her. As his tongue dipped into her navel, she shuddered and her hips rose upwards against her will.

"I can smell you," Angelus growled, feeling his face flicker. He moved on hand to her knee and pushed forward, running his nails along her skin. Slowly, he slid her skirt up as far as it would go. "Lift your hips," he ordered.

It was his tone that did it. He sounded only half-aware. Sleepy, almost, but threatening, too.

It turned Katheryn on so much it scared her.

"No!" she shouted and tried to kick him. Her legs could barely move due to his weight. She yanked at his hair and thrashed against him. "No! Stop!" She was panicking, but she couldn't help it.

Angelus' Demonic visage emerged and he reared back, then struck at her. His fangs sank into her side between her hips and her ribs. Katheryn whimpered and shook and he realized with astonishment and pleasure that she'd climaxed because of his bite.

He let her go and sat back. She moaned, her head lolling on the high back of the chair, her hand automatically going to the bite mark to staunch the bleeding. When she opened them, her eyes were the lightest shade of gold Angelus had ever seen.

"Is that the normal place you bite people?" she asked, not quite sarcastically.

He reached forward and pushed her hand away, then licked at her wound. With each touch of his tongue, her body twitched and she mewled in pleasure. Her ran his now blunt teeth lower, hooking a finger into the waistband of her skirt to pull it down a bit.

"Oh, God," she whispered.

His hand whipped up and cracked across her face. Katheryne was knocked to the side, tipping the chair over. Her shoulder hit the wood floor of the porch and she cried out. Pain exploded in her head as Angelus dragged her to her feet by her hair.

"'Oh, God'?" he snarled, his front pressed to her back. "'Oh, God'?! Did you forget what I am, little girl?"