Feed the Horde

[Oriena]

Her eyes flashed at the rough grab, placated somewhat by the teeth at her neck. Ori wasn’t an exhibitionist, but neither did she give any fucks. About being watched. About being caught. He seemed in no hurry to untangle himself, and she certainly didn’t help on that score by the way she writhed against him. A couple of red devils were unlikely to be an issue unless they had a Dominion with them, and even then she rated their chances. But he already had enough of a guilt complex rattling round in his soft skull. It was the worst thing about him.

“Are you sure? Maybe the cameras in this shithole just don’t offer a good enough view.” She purred the words, but it ended in a wicked laugh against the shell of his ear for his little friend. Of course the assholes she’d scared off called the cops. The only surprise was that they’d attend a dive like this so quickly. She pressed the sole of her boot against Nox’s hip and shoved him back, irritated and quite content to shoot the messenger in her roughness. But if the action was cold, the way her eyes roamed his dishevelment certainly wasn’t.

Her tongue flickered against her lips as she smirked, full of heat that might just as easily devolve into persecution if he played his cards wrong. Still breathing hard, Ori tugged her leather pants the rest of the way up her thighs and swiped her jacket from where she’d dumped it. Glass crunched under heel, and she didn’t wait for him to follow before she plunged out into the cold night air.