plant new seeds in the melody

He rolled his eyes. He wasn’t sure why she found his obvious sexual genius laughable. Perhaps because she hadn’t yet experienced the dexterity of his tongue. Or the adroitness of his fingers. There was also the sheer magnitude of his cock to consider.

“The only thing I’m full of is a high sperm count and the ability to give you multiple mind-blowing orgasms,” he said, completely confident that he could, indeed, rock her world at a moment’s notice. He was practically the Albert Einstein of fucking — if anyone’s dick deserved the Nobel Prize, it was his. Not that she would have been impressed in the slightest. He narrowed his eyes when she continued to fucking laugh at him. That was very frustrating; he’d never had to try this hard with other women.

His father used to tell him that there were “no doors that the Kovac name couldn’t open.” Somehow, he doubted that his name alone would be able to pry those bolts off.

Even putting his twelve years of formal dance lessons to use didn’t seem to sway her. And that shit was obviously impressive. Silas glanced down at her. There was just no way; it was obviously a game she was intent on playing, but certainly not one he was going to let her win. Silas honed in on the two things that couldn’t lie to him: her heart and her pussy. His fingers, entwined in hers, ran along her torso mindlessly. He moved now to the rhythm of her pounding heart, which – as his hips ground into her ass – began to flutter faster than the wings of a mockingbird. He smiled and inhaled deeply.

God, if she tasted as good as she smelled (which was fucking heaven), well—

Silas exhaled by her ear, which – along with his words – seemed to produce a shiver. Again he smiled, even more so when she accused him, of all people, of being jealous. It was nonsensical. 

Silas Kovak didn’t do jealousy.

Still, it was nice to hear that she seemed to be a little jealous herself. Now to press further. “Oh, I do,” he said pointedly. “She had a great ass too. Don’t you think?” 

He didn’t have longer than a moment to bask in his attempt to escalate her jealousy. In fact, he had even less time to process that she was now leaving him stranded in the middle of the dance floor — horny and confused. Of course, the confusion soon turned into determination.

There was nothing Silas Kovak enjoyed more than a challenge.

And he wasn’t opposed to working for it, so long as he got to taste the fruits of his labor. Nutmeg peach in this case. Silas followed her delicious scent through the crowd and into the cool, damp night. He breathed in slowly, head tilted towards the overcast sky with an amused smile on his face.

He saw her then, exiting the crowded entrance, looking extremely fucking pleased with herself. He wasn’t going to let her win so easily. Silas jogged towards his kitten and fell into step beside her soundlessly. A wet breeze whooshed past them as he slung an arm over her shoulders and smirked down at her. “My flat’s the other way, you know,” he told her, keeping his tone casual.

His eyes locked onto her breasts and their natural reaction to the sudden chill. Was she wearing a bra? He quirked his eyebrows up. “Well, either you’re very excited to see me or—“ he trailed off with a crooked grin.

As the wind began to pick up, he used it as his opening to pull back and shrug out of his jacket. “Here,” he said, offering it to her. His eyes twinkled with amusement. “You know… I hear friction is the best way to generate heat.”

He must not have liked busty brunettes all that much if he was dutifully following her out of the club, like she wanted. Melissa wore an obviously smug, pinched smile that she was actively preventing from exploding into a grin. Never had she felt so wanted, never had she wanted someone like this.

How many one night stands had Melissa had since Leo? Not enough for her to be completely comfortable in the situation she found herself in; twirling her pearl ring, shivering in the unexpected cold, dying for a strangers touch - but only this stranger. Even the couple of times she went home with people she knew were supernatural, she didn’t actually let them do anything other than kiss. Contrasted to the steadily growing laundry list of what she wanted to do with her old man.  

Her sparkling flats (she’d die before she wore heels - especially on what was supposed to be an information gathering mission) gently tapped against the concrete as she walked, going in the direction of her place, but expecting her stranger to catch up soon. The grin she was holding in just erupted at the feeling of his arm sliding across her shoulder. A little late, she responded to his obvious baiting of her in the club. “I must have a pretty great ass too if you were able to follow it all the way out here.”

At mention of his place, she wordlessly spun around on her heel, going in the other direction and allowing him to lead the way to his home. If possible, she got even more eager, nearly skipping along. Melissa started checking off the things she knew about him. He was rich, but not a vampire. If he was a wolf, he wasn’t part of the Langmore pack. They had a very distinct look about them. She silently hoped he wasn’t a witch, that would put all her lust into question. Witches were too powerful for their own good and who knows what kind of selfish spells he’d cast on her. Melissa knew he wasn’t human. Knowing humans at Transfusion usually ran off with vampires and she couldn’t see Richy Rich being ignorant about the kind of place the club was.

His warmth along her shoulders just made her more aware of how cold the rest of her was. The dress was gorgeous, but little more than a rag on her - she couldn’t even wear a bra with it, which of course he noticed. Truthfully, it was a little of both, but she wasn’t going to admit that to him. The biting response she had was cut off by a jacket being draped over her - warm from the heat he had been generating inside the club, too big and enveloping her. 

It was gentlemanly, unexpectedly tender from the man that had been eye-fucking her the past ten minutes - then he opened his mouth. It was Melissa’s turn to roll her eyes, but she still had a smile on her face. She stuck her arms through the sleeves and pulled it tighter around her. “I heard that men that practice patience get abundant rewards. Be patient,” she ordered firmly. 

Against her better judgement, Melissa laced her fingers into his, dragging him further down the street. Melissa was clearly in the lead despite him being the one actually giving the directions. The urge to get to his place and rip off his clothes - he had too many for her liking - was superseding the need to stay cool and collected. They hadn’t even kissed and she was dying to get a taste, to touch and explore. If it was only going to be one night, did first impressions really matter that much? 

“You’re so slow!” she teased, her speed clearly borne from excitement. “How old are you anyway?” Her curiosity was getting the better of her and questions were starting to bubble out. Still holding his hand, she turned and walked backwards momentarily so she could look him in the eye. Silently, she appraised him once more, deciding she wanted to kiss around his eyes first and then under his ear. 

“Are you going to bother to tell me your name?” Melissa asked, squeezing his hand emphatically and still unsure if she would tell him hers. She fell back, walking side by side with him once more.

mayflowermelissa ↪

Summer loving, having a blast! 

If looks could have it off, then his eyes were already fucking Melissa six ways to Sunday.

Silas was so hard at this point that his dick could have cut through literal steel — it was the bloody Superman of erections. The sensation caused him to bite down hard on his bottom lip. It was actually pretty goddamn uncomfortable; like a pounding migraine, only in his groin instead of his head. He unwillingly had flashbacks to his pubescence, when he couldn’t even stand for the pledge of allegiance without his cock also rising to salute the flag. 

He hadn’t wanted something – or rather, someone –  this bad since he was fourteen and still a virgin. 

His hands gripped the fabric of his vampire abettor’s silken dress, then went to the back of her head as she turned around and shimmied herself slowly down his body. He smirked at Melissa, his eyes pointedly glimpsing down at his buxom partner who looked like she was ready to suck him off right there on the dance floor.

He placed a finger under her chin and pulled her back up towards his awaiting mouth. She acquiesced all too willingly, her blue eyes blown dark and wide with arousal. It really meant nothing if they weren’t the right shade of cerulean; if they were almond-shaped and sultry, rather than round and innocent. Silas hummed boredly as she leaned in to connect their lips, his hands gripping her ass more so out of obligation rather than any desire for her. His unwavering gaze never once left Melissa, even as the vampire deepened their kiss and pressed against him with a sense of urgency that was actually kind of pathetic for someone so ancient. 

Not that he hadn’t felt the same wretched craving since he’d first laid eyes on her. He was like a bloody addict who needed their fix. And fuck, if he could stand it any longer. He was practically jonesing for a taste of her.

It was pitiable. Though, perhaps, not as pathetic as the reaction his traitorous body produced when Melissa finally met his eyes — a fucking shudder of all things. Silas removed his lips from the vampire so fast he nearly sent her stumbling backwards. This action seemed to grab Melissa’s attention; or rather, his partner seemed to catch her curiosity. It was admittedly pretty fucking hot, to see her checking another woman out so blatantly, but also a little… well, he couldn’t really put a name to the feeling, but it shared a distant relation to the annoyance he still harbored for Melissa’s date.

Nowhere near as irritating, though.

He breathed out when she whispered something to whats-his-face, fully prepared to lose his shit and commit mass genocide when suddenly, she wasn’t dancing with him anymore; suddenly, she was walking away from him and towards—

Silas’ entire fucking essence perked up (as well as a few other things that didn’t really need any more perking up) when his kitten appeared in front of him, in all of her spirited glory. He couldn’t contain the lopsided grin that seemed to tug at his lips.

It all seemed to happen at once. He couldn’t even really process the how, or the why (though, he suspected he knew at least part of the why — he could feel it radiating off of her like a pheromone), only the who. He grit his teeth together as she pressed herself against him, dropping any pretense of space that probably should have been put between them. 

There was that truculence again.

His mouth opened into a disbelieving, but wholly approving, smile as she promptly wasted no time teasing him with both her words and her deft little body. He almost forgot himself for a moment there (but only for a moment).

“I think you’ll find that what I lack in subtlety, I make up for in sexual prowess,” he said with a suggestive raise of his eyebrows as both the song and the lights on the dance floor began to change.

Silas rearranged them both into a more suitable position for dancing. He licked his lips as his left hand, which was pressed firmly to her back, moved even lower. The tempo was fast, but not excessive — though, that thigh that was currently slotted between his legs certainly was. Silas swallowed the arousal that was beginning to cloud his mind (clearly her intent). It was time for him to seduce her. 

He began to rock their hips to the beat, smirking down at her as he held two fingers to his eyes then turned them lazily toward her to show that he was indeed paying attention. He then twirled her out with his free hand and pulled her back even closer. Only now, her back was pressed flush against his front. He took her hands in his and wrapped his arms tightly around her.

“And how does your beau feel about you seeking the attention of other men?” He asked her, snorting slightly at the notion that he would ever be concerned with that scrawny little fuck’s feelings. He actually derived a great deal of pleasure in cuckholding him.

At that thought, Silas glanced over Melissa’s shoulder at her… whatever and his former vampire accomplice, sharing a laugh as well as a dance. Well, that was an unexpected development. “He doesn’t seem too disconsolate about you and me,” he observed in a low voice. “Which means he’s either a repressed homosexual or—“

A pause for added effect, before he leaned in beside her ear to whisper his second, and likely more feasible, theory. “Perhaps, he doesn’t deserve you.” 

Melissa caught the tail end of the kiss. Truly, only psychopaths kissed with their eyes open. Or men whose minds were on other people things. He only broke away when Melissa looked up - rather suddenly. Was that because of her? Good.

Melissa couldn’t prevent the curling, black feeling in her stomach when she saw the kiss. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to kiss away that woman’s taste or punish him by making him repent before Melissa gifted him with a kiss of her own. The latter was her favored option. He could handle it. 

There was something dominant in Melissa that rarely had a chance to come out. Something superior and proud that previous partners hadn’t expected out of her or wanted. When people looked at her they saw one thing: a sweet blonde, with big innocent eyes that wanted a gentle fuck, to be taken care of. Some of it, sure, but mostly she wanted control. 

Something was different with her stranger that made her desire to control come out in full force, scrambling to get its hands on him. Something in his eyes that made her want to tell him, you belong to me tonight. Just tonight. She tried to ignore the disappointment that clawed at her heart when she thought about how she’d never see him again after this. This was a supernatural club, there was no way he’d be down with fucking a hunter on the regular and she shouldn’t even be comfortable with doing this much with him.

Attempting to ignore the skip in her heartbeat when he grinned at her - the kind that made his eyes light up and him look like an excited 12 year old boy, in the best way - she laughed. The laugh that fell from Melissa’s lips was drawn out, loud enough that she threw her head back and closed her eyes, exposing her neck. “You’re so full of it! Bullshit, I mean. Not sexual prowess.” 

Her laughter continued when he gave her a spin and then abruptly stopped when she felt him against her back, something hard and needy nudging against her ass. Melissa’s stomach flipped as she twined her fingers in his, rolling her head back to look at his face. Her nose was beside his neck and she inhaled, breathing him in and clocking his distinct cologne that was reminiscent of the woods she had spent so much time in. She wanted to turn into him, breathe deeper, but she wasn’t about to show that kind of weakness. Already, she’d be shocked if he wasn’t able to tell how hard her heart was pounding, how excited she was.

Their hips were in motion together, fucking with too many clothes on. Melissa pressed herself back, grinding herself against his cock that was fully at attention - maybe if she tried hard enough she could get him to cum in his pants on the dance floor. That’d humble him. The lips that were parted in arousal shifted into another self-satisfied smile. When he leaned down to speak again, his low and gruff voice against her skin made Melissa shiver, but his words made her giggle, shaking off the feeling and getting her bearings once more.

“Are you jealous already? You’re one to talk. I thought you liked busty brunettes,” she said, just enough venom infused in her tone that he’d be able to pick up on it. Admittedly, she had no hard feelings towards the woman. Who had all of his attention, after all? Melissa didn’t dissuade him from the notion that her and Jason were together, it was kind of fun to think about her stranger stealing her away in the night from the hunter.

“What kind of man do you think deserves me?” Reluctantly, Melissa broke away, stopping their dance suddenly. God, she wanted more. More touching, more heat, a chance to get more information. A chance to have him down on his knees in front of her. But what she wanted could not be done on the dance floor. Melissa spun around to face him, poking a finger firmly into his chest. “I think it should be the kind of man that works for me.” It was just them on the dance floor for a moment, Melissa staring her stranger down with a challenging expression, the two of them only connected by her gaze and a finger.