Slowly, she took a step back and his eyes snapped down, then back up. His own movements mirrored hers, already hunting.
Deciding it wasn't worth trying to keep him calm if he was already hunting her, she bolted for the door.
He was faster than her and she almost ran into him, sidestepping him, she tried to move around but his hands closed on her arms. Turning her, he slammed her back against the wall.
The empty jar she had been holding shattered and she felt dread as pain crept up her hand. He was at her throat, inhaling deeply but the smell of blood didn't reach him until he had already withdrawn.
"Think, try and work through the haze," she said in a calm voice, trying to bring him down.
But she knew bringing a creature down from bloodlust was nearly impossible.
The smell of her blood hit him and he was suddenly no longer breathing, savouring the smell and taste of it in the air.
He slid his hand down her arm and he lifted her hand as though to show her evidence, a small cut the fleshy part of her palm below her index finger.
His movements were so slow she thought he was going to stop, but his tongue was long as he licked the blood slowly from her skin.
She saw the tiny pins of black that were his pupils suddenly swell up to cover the red almost entirely and the growling stopped.
He let go of her hand and placed two fingers against her jaw, tilting her head and exposing her throat, her heartbeat pounding there, visible to him.
He leant forward and licked up the side of her neck. Her shudder only seemed to excite him more.
Grazing a sharp fang over the delicate skin, he found the existing scar and laughed low, sexual almost.
"Not your first time?" he purred in her ear, nuzzling her jaw. Her eyes went to the row of bottles and she knew she had to get to them.
His throaty laugh did things to her body she didn't understand and didn't want to understand, yet he responded to her bodies' response to him in a vicious cycle. His breath washed over her skin as his arm slid around her and she realised too late that she had been making friendly with a Vampire King, not just a normal vampire. He was dangerous, he could seduce any creature like a siren could seduce men and it was working exceptionally well on her.
Her body was nearly vibrating, his responding in time until she was sure she would have ripped her clothes off in offering to him had she not still been able to think rationally.
A tiny prick at her throat had her breath catching and his hissed his pleasure at that tiny sound.
Again he licked her skin and she wondered distantly if that was what was causing the reaction.
She knew immediately that it was the case, his saliva was like a shot of hormones into her system, riling her up in readiness for him to mate with, and feed from her.
Stretching out her arm for the cabinet, she quivered as his hand traced just under her breast, hating it but unable to make it stop.
Shifting, his arms went around her and he turned, lowering her form slowly to the floor, his own body settling atop her, making her entire being scream for more. Unconscious of the action, she had parted her legs for him and he had eagerly settled between them, regardless of their both still wearing pants.
The first grind of his groin on hers had her mind suddenly going blank, ripped back from logic and into need.
She looked up at him, his sharp fangs glistening with his saliva and all she could ever want is for them to sink into her throat.
Her hands moved to him, tracing slowly up his back, her finger catching the fabric and drawing it up.
Her head turned to him and his lips met hers, hard and heavy.
His saliva tasted sweet and her free hand found his face, clutching him to her.
Her nails dragged across his skin, causing him to gasp in shock and then growl, realising she could give as much as she got. It excited him more than anything she had done previously.
One hand lowered on her body, catching her pants and sliding them down over her hips, his nails grazing the soft flesh and make her shiver.
The smell of blood and pheromones was thick in the air, driving him into a frenzy of need and when her nails bit into his back to draw blood, his reservations snapped.
His fangs sank deep into her throat, a mere half inch above the site of the first one and her blood filled his mouth.
He went rigid, the taste more than he could ever realise from a single drop and he swallowed greedily.
His hands went to her vest, ripping the buttons off and peeling the tight fabric away.
His hand found her breast and she gasped in pleasure, his nails biting and then gentle. He didn't want to waste her blood, so he didn't break the skin.
Her own hands had gone to his trousers, trying to push them down but she couldn't reach far enough and even as he drank, saliva filled her system and she found herself floating high on a sense of him.
His attention moved from trying to mate with her to simply trying to get more blood from her, his grip going from sensually painful to simply painful as he gripped her wrist, pinning it to the floor.
She gasped, tugging but his grip was unbreakable.
Her vision began to darken, even as she squirmed under him, arousing him further as she went from arousal to fear and then desperation. He could taste it when fear filled her, making her blood all the sweeter.
She noted distantly that the effects of blood loss were happening at a considerably faster rate with him than it had with Jaia and she wondered why that might be.
A sudden pang of fear went through her as she thought of that tiny life inside her. It did very little to break the spell of him, but it gave her the strength to move.
Clinging barely to consciousness, she lifted her arm and placed her hand against the back edge of the small cabinet that she stored empty bottles and tubing, pulling it, the last thing she heard was it coming crashing down.