Another day, another night, another week gone by without the urge to wake up and kill himself. Yes in his own highly over rated opinion, Jaces world was really begin to improve itself. His life was beginning to steady out, for the most part anyway. He had just recently returned to Miami, and was expecting within the week, to have a meeting with his former, or current, he wasn't sure, Pack master, but the days kept going by with no new messages on if or when the meeting was going to happen, this left him jittery and nervous to be operating, and just living in the city.

Like most nights, Jace had flopped himself out of bed at dusk and showered, cleaned himself to the T and dressed down in leather, not the pseudo I like abuse bondage leather, but a tight fitting pair of leather pants, and a bomber jacket that he had been wearing since his eighteenth birthday, and now that he was a lycanthrope, it was beginning to become abit tight in the shoulders, since his infection he had gained almost twenty pounds of pure muscle, mostly in his upper body.

Staring at himself in the mirror of Kelsi Whittle, Jaces closest friend and perhaps his girlfriend, they had never really sat down and discussed there relationship and what they wanted to be, or are. And Jace never pushed that, they helped each other, they were companionship and playful lovers. But Jaces trust in Kelsi was something he was always concerned about, it left him open to tragedy and deception, something he didnt like, and when Kelsi was not available to assist him in beating back his animal the only way he could, with long ravenous love making, Jace fled to any nearby club.

Being in a club, and being a technical eros, gave Jace the ability to feel and absorb sexual energy. And the music normally put him in a better mood, this night was no such exception. Very early in the night, when the sun was still partially up, he had entered the Midnight Escapades, looking to get some kind of release and control over himself the only way he knew how, to wiggle threw a room of overly sexual young people, and get shit faced on tequila, both took alot of concentration.

Jace approached the bar, tapping his knuckles on the wooden counter top, the bartender, a friend of Jaces, as much a friend as your mail man is, immediately pulled an imported German logger and uncapped it, sliding it to Jace like you would see on tv. Some people.... pftt. Jace turned his back to the bar, staring out at the crowd.

She moved about her apartment in silence, less of course for the music that played in the background- Juanes, one of her favorite hispanic singers. Male, and oh so delicious. Never mind that, for the one that was of importance in this tale was the lioness herself. Luz had taken a long shower, long as in, just under an hour, washing every inch of her body with a loofah and sweet smelling body washes. Yes, she had spent her day at the restaurant, all. day. and was just now recovering from the scent of blood, spices, and the incredible heat the kitchen had to offer. Sure, she was able to slip a Corona in every now and again, but she was, for the most part, playing chef for the evening.

Luz was clean though, a towel wrapped around her waist as her bare chest was exposed to the room as she fumbled about in her drawer, procuring a black strapless bra and a matching black thong. She was wearing black this evening, to contrast her eyes, and to show that she was in the mood for being sultry, seductive, and mindless. Slipping into the undergarments, Luz moved to her closet and pulled out the dress she had pulled aside earlier- a simple black number, strapless, cutting off at the knees with a bit of a loose flair, and a slid that ran along her left thigh. She was Latina- she knew how to dance, and if she moved her hips just so, the dress flared outwards and exposed a long line of tanned flesh, leaving very little to the imagination.

Sliding into her car, a small black Volkswagen Jetta, she set off to the new club that she had only been to once before, Midnight Escapades. Pulling into the lot and giving the valet her keys, she pause before entering the club, her leather wristlet wrapped around her wrist and clutched in her hand as golden eyes moved to look at the moon. The full moon had passed a few days earlier, and her lioness was at rest, sort of, but it was still a predator, and it had been too long since it had prey, in the sexual sense of course.

What better place to let her feed than a club where lust was in massive abundance amongst the naive humans and the others of the night. Smirking to herself, her eyelined eyes blinking a bit before settling back on the dimly lit entrance to the club, she flashed a slightly fanged smile at the bouncer, who recognized her from their last 'encounter' and admitted her with a chuckle.

Luz checked in her bag, not wanting to carry it throughout the night whilst she fed and danced the night away. A soft purr left her lips to herself, her lioness rising to the surface and rolling around in the strong aromas the people of the club provided. Heels clicked a bit as she moved, deciding her first stop would be the bar. Her still-damp curls brushed her shoulders, left down less for a section that was pulled away from her face with a small amber clip holding it back.

As the lycan approached the bar, she let her power reach out, tasting for anyone or anything that might interest her. The woman felt another lycan, a furrier one, a wolf, and his own lust brushed against hers with a rush of woodsy musk. A smirk crossed her lips as her amber eyes settled on the not-too-distant figure of a man at the bar, and so Luz decided to make her approach. At last she was beside the man, her body slipping atop an barstool beside him. Watching as the barman slipped him a beer, she glanced at the bottle and recognized the label. As he gave the wolf the drink, the woman raised a finger, beckoning his attention to her for her own order. "Raspberry margarita please, extra shots if you will," and the lioness grinned. Turning towards the man who sat beside her, the lioness quirked a brow. She had never met him, but he was gaining her attention rather rapidly, and her lioness was pacing within the woman as she bathed in the heavy scent of lust. It would be a long night indeed.

The outstretching of pure feline energy hit him like a ton of bricks, both figuratively and literally as he felt the backs of his knees try and give way, like a heavy sexual load had just hit his shoulders. He struggled through the sensation, eyes looking around, in all the focusing in on the crowd he wasn't aware of the other lycan presence until it was quite on top of him. His mouth gave abit of a quiver and his own animal gave a rush of aggressively sexual energy into the surrounding room, this made the little hairs up and down his back stand on end.

But that wasn't the only thing standing on end, no Jace was more then aroused all of a sudden, and the now palpable energy he felt had got him caused him to throb, quite painfully within his leather pants. Looking back on his wardrobe choice he decided it probably wasn't the most well thought out piece of clothing to be wearing at this particular time.

His eyes, ears. nostrils, and manhood were all searching the room for the burst of energy. or in better terms, looking for the feline that was emitting this energy. As the stool next to him was suddenly filled, his back straightened and his cheeks grew pale, his search was over just as he began, and the woman that he was seeking out had found him before he even got to see her, bad form on his part.

But what a lovely form she had he noted as he glanced unassuredly in her direction. This girl was lovely the way oral sex was good, quite literally there was nothing bad about her at all. His wolf cooed in his head, mocking him slowly, "Why is it, the woman in your life always end up being the perfect, most gorgeous, most exotic creatures anyone could ever possibly dream of?"

"I blame the brake down of society and republicans." he said allowed to himself, hoping that the thumping music might drown out the sentence from most prying ears. He turned back to the bar, shrugging his coat around his large frame, it really was getting to tight to be wearing out anymore, but he was so attached to it, and he liked the way that when his arms raised it slid up his stomach, showing off the thick muscles of his torso. Monster, check, For some reason thinks that if he wasn't an overly muscled male wolf with a charming smile and Eros powers he would be quite alone in life with no friends or lovers with only a sadistic imaginary wolf in his head to talk to , double check,

Her body moved through the night like liquid grace, but more than that, liquid sex. Her body whispered secrets of pleasure and of the bedroom, even as she moved in innocent silence. Her eyes, molten amber, burned with a fire that was more than just lust as she glanced about the crowded club, and drew a smirk across her lips. Pointed fangs were revealed slightly as she stood amongst the many energies of the club, basking in the glow of sex, power and desire. Oh yes, that and the pulsing rhythm of the music was sure to get her going, and it was. Searching out the bar, the Mexican's body moved in silence amongst the masses.

Heels made the slightest clicking sound when she reached areas of the dancefloor that were not swarming with people, her body brushing against many as she made her way towards the bar and covering her sweet feminine scent with that of the need and desire of others around her in addition to herself. It was going to be one hell of a night, and the wolf whose energy she tasted from the moment she entered told her that was the case.

She sat beside him quietly, stealthily, ordering her drink and wondering if he noticed her presence. She knew he had for she was a lycan, as was he, and she could taste the flutter of his pulse beneath the jugular vein in his neck as his wolf struggled against the restraint he was having with such sleek composure. Tsk, tsk-- why waste that energy when it could be saved for the bedroom? "Gracias," she said to the bartender that brought her the margarita, which she gratefully took a long sip of. A purr left her lips as she ran the cool drink throughout her mouth and down her throat, her lips and tongue working subtly on the straw, curious if she'd get the stranger's attention as she was the mere human to her other side.

Resting the drink back atop the bar, Luz leaned towards the man, the deep low-cut dress moving and exposing slightly more of her thoroughly tanned cleavage. Fingertips reached towards the man, seeing and sensing the prickling of hairs along his arm and neck before her fingertips gently and sensuously traveled up his arm nearest her. Though covered in the leather jacket, she could almost sense the reaction she had on him before her hand moved to his neck. Lips slowly approached his body, hovering behind his skull near his ear as her voice came out in a rhythmic mix of Mexican drawl and feline purr, "Mi lobo," she said with a grin, "Why so quiet?" she inquired, and laughed warmly as she pulled away. Her entire face was alight, her body glowing with the burning lust after anyone, though now specific to him, and power.

His body reacted to her touch in a way he had never experienced, it was like liquid fire was licking up and down his torso, and in the back of his head, he imagined those long elegant fingers of hers in his mouth, he wanted to suck them, nibble them, let them slide along his lips just before he ravaged her. What a thing to imagine when the crowd is pressing in on you, he had the sense of pressure between his legs as a passer by pressed into him, and the sudden voice in his ear nearly pushed him over the edge. "Why so quiet?" she asked him, sighing deeply, letting the heavy exhalation clear his mind, he turned in her direction, not looking into her face and placed his lips at her ear, letting his hand slip between her thighs as he let his own deep guttural wolfs tone fill her senses.

"I hold my tongue to save its strength, I would not want you to be unimpressed with me later." he cooed, letting his warm breath bleed out against the bare nape of her milky neck. "That and ever since you entered this room I've been struggling not to split my pants wide open for all to see." he pressed his member against her knee nonchalantly, letting her feel the throbbing tense mass that was struggling to free itself.,

"But then you already knew that, mi gato pequeño de coño" he opened his mouth over her skin, he wanted a nibble, to taste the skin he was imagining clothes less, but he did not taste, instead he pulled back and turned away back to his original position, half of the chase was a game, you might as well have some fun playing the hunter and hunted right?

She moved in silence to be behind him, slipping into the seat with not a care in the world but for the lust that was tearing them both apart. Why dance when she could perform the Killing Dance in the bed, or against the wall, or on the bartop, with the wolf whose entire aura tasted of sex. There were those lycans that were built off of just sex, the pack bearing the type much more orderly than the cats. They were called, Eros, after the god of love and lust himself. Personally, Luz was more fond of Aphrodite, but then again, she was female after all.

Fingers ran along his skin, feeling the incredible warmth of his body heat and the rapid flutter of his pulse. He was so vulnerable right now, so needy of sex, that her lioness paced anxiously at the surface of her body. Oh yes, she got what she wanted, and he was the next thing that her cat planned to pounce on. The female cat was out and about, moving stealthily up to the male wolf as he stood with his dark fur within his master's body, the lioness slowly swaying her tail, the acrid scent of feline musk female and more aroused than anything else. It was saying something when even the human brain was thinking of the bestiality that could occur.

A sigh left those full lips, his voice traveling rather huskily along her flesh as his breath was felt against her ear. A soft mewl left her throat, the feel of his hand moving to find her warm thighs caused her to spread her legs ever so slightly, to give him more access but never the full access to her womanhood. At least, not yet. Purring, she grinned at the man as her eyelids fluttered shut, letting the heat of his energy and the brush of his breath against her neck. Moving her hands from his skin, the lioness suddenly discovered the bulge he spoke off, purring so he could hear her pleasure as she slowly kneaded at the rock-hard member from beneath the leather. She slowly ran her fingertips along the garment, teasing him in ways that she was sure hurt for the pants were in fact, quite tight. Luz felt him up against her skin, and the thought of having him inside of her caused a brief shudder to course through her body. Oh yes, she would have this man.

As he pulled away she smirked, knowing full well what he wanted and that he was playing the inevitable game of cat and mouse. "Well senor lobo, if your pants had ripped it would be much more easier for me to get in them, would it not?" she said with a grin, and dismissed herself from atop the barstool. She had better thoughts in mind, at least, in her mind, and so she made her way to his front. Running her fingers across his shoulder as she moved, she made sure to let her contact linger before she slowly raised her thigh, moving it so that it straddled his legs where he heeled sandals caught onto the edge of the stool for support. Slowly she moved her hips against his body, letting him feel the warmth of what lie beneath the dress knowing that he could not have it, at least, not just yet. Laughing softly with her voice slightly lower as she worked on seducing him, she leaned inward, her lips brushing across his neck where he teeth roughly grazed, teasingly, before speaking hovering over his flesh. "Que quieres mi lobo?" she said with a smirk, and suddenly moved her hips roughly down on his once more. Oh how she loved playing with the power of seduction.

She was good he would give her that, if anyone was Jace's sexual equal it just might be this woman, this feisty, fiery, feline girl who had no qualms about showing just how much she wanted him. He let his eyes continue to glide over the crowd, drawing in there energy, there innate sexual aura, he took it in to himself, funneling it through every fiber of his being, it was an Eros technique, kind of how some vampires can feed from afar without needing blood, in Jace's case it wasn't enough to satisfy him but it gave him a small burst of control, it let him make better use of his power, mostly he used it to seduce girls into finding a nice dark spot in which to pleasure him. Now was not so different, only in this case he wanted to make this girl scream his name so loud future residents of the state would be able to hear it.

He let his drink sit back onto the bar, his arms stretched out lengthwise a crossed its wooden top as she began to give him what could only be described as a lap dance, and what a lap dance it was too, it was making his resistance to public sex fade quickly, the thought of simply throwing her a crossed a stool and having her right then had always been in the back of his mind, but now it was beginning to seem like a fantastic idea.

He felt her mouth at his neck, he wanted to be bitten, his neck was the most sensitive part of his body, woman have just barely grazed his neck and found themselves riding him moments later. Could she of known? She seemed like him in the sexual energy department, what would the female, feline equivalent of an Eros be? Does it even matter? Probably not, but asking these questions in his head was needed to keep from tearing through his and her clothes.

His eyes suddenly dropped as the throbbing was getting worse, he had began to peek from atop his tight leather pants, his flesh exposed to the efforts of her hips. Emberessment would have been his first reaction, but it wasn't, no he was enjoying this lap dance much much more now he felt the skin of her thighs and undergarments against the part of him that needed it most, his hands slid down and grasped her thighs firmly, guiding her hips in rythemic rolling motions against him, he wanted her to feel him against her, feel how badly he needed her, his voice came now, dark and warm, silky and rough with need "Can we stop playing now, I'm afraid that if we don't find a more secluded area were gonna be playing furry dog pile on top of the civilians."

Her eyes were the color of molten amber, stuck in her lioness' gaze as she stared at the man whose body she soon took beneath her own. She was not submissive, not usually, and did not mind in the slightest making the first move. She felt his energy wrapping around the crowd, taking in the lustful auras of those around him. Oh she knew what he was, she loved what he was, and had every intention of utilizing every one of those Eros powers to her advantage. She wasn't overly fond of public sex, but that wasn't to say she hadn't. After all, she was on the beach surrounded by people in the night as she and Marcus played their game which still made her ache with need. Oh yes, this lycan would satisfy her tonight-- she was determined.

Funny thing is, she didn't even know his name... but she didn't really care. All she knew was that the bulge in his leather pants was screaming for her attentions and the fluttering pulse at his neck yearned for her lips. Her hips slowly came down on his, the pressure she applied gradually increasing as she sensuously grinded against him. She purred with the sensation, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment before watching his strained facial expressions with curiosity.

Lips lowered themselves to his neck, the slow casual lick of her somewhat coarser slightly-feline tongue running along the frantic pulse of his neck. She could almost taste his blood, feel it running down her throat as she slowly applied more pressure to the pulse and let her teeth sink in against his flesh, not breaking the skin but reaching that point between pain and pleasure that she, herself, loved. Gaging by his reaction, the wolf did too, and it brought a soft noise from her throat.

Luz felt his control slipping, felt as his wolf moved to the top of his body and struggled against the raw lust the two of them shared. Her lioness roared a mighty noise and quaked with the need to be pleasured. A low purr left her lips, deep and raspy as pleasure overwhelmed her, his warm grasp finding her hips as he moved her against him. Her head hung low, breathing a bit heavier, as she felt the hard bulge brushing against her thighs. Oh how she wanted those cursed pants off of him! Opening her wild eyes to face the wolf, she nodded, a slow grin coming across her lips as she suddenly, forcefully, pushed his bulge between her thighs to where he could feel the incredible heat of her womanhood. Her nails elongated into claws, scratching careful lines across his throat and crotch before she spoke, "It takes so much not to ravish you here," she spoke with a pout, "But decide quickly where we will relocate or we will give them a show they will never forget".

"Do not tempt me to give them a show." that sounded a little to appealing for his ears right now. He took in a deep breath and released her thighs, stuffing himself back into the tight confines of his pants, that was uncomfortable and painful. But its what had to be done. "I came here in a taxi, so if you have a car, then we can just find somewhere dark and quiet...." he hinted as he uncontrollably leaned in to her neck, suckling and nibbling the soft milky skin of her throat. She tasted good, and smelled even better, she smiled like sex, touchable, tastable, honest to goodness keep you in bed for a week sex.

His eyes closed tightly, his eyebrows furrowing together as he pulled away, groaning in deep pain. "Alright I can't wait any longer." he roared, taking her firmly by the arm, he began dragging her from the club, violently shoving at the crowd to clear a path. He was exerting his physical dominance, being a 6 foot tall superhuman monster had its advantages, one was the ability to clean jerk vehicles from the ground like they were forty pounds of potatoes, and clear rooms with a single swift swat of your arm.

When they finally slipped through the entrance Jace stopped and tossed his companion against the nearest wall, pressing his large frame against hers. He wrapped his lips around hers, kissing her hungrily, deeply, and just plain old passionately. His hands fumbled over her body and again he groaned with the aching need to have this girls body. "God damn it, where is your car?" he moaned into her ear.

mature thread here we come! ;)