Edie was certainly more than willing to allow him to pull her in, let him touch her. His touch felt like ice against her heated Were skin, though the feeling felt more akin to fire on her body. She was blissfully unaware of the power that he held on her, fully believing that this unsatisfiable want was her own. And it was, wasn't it? After all, she had been the one to walk up to him believing he would be an easy toy for the evening. She had no reason to suspect that it might be the other way around, or that she was nothing but an easy meal to the man. No, the way she felt... it was more than that. She was dripping with lust that seemed to be mutual. It was mutual, she was sure it was. It was that very thing that had her grabbing at his hand, tugging him forcefully out of the crowd and into the night. The dance club hardly mattered anymore. Her desire to be seen gone and replaced entirely with that need to be touched by him. It didn't even matter if he seduced her, not anymore. All she wanted was his body on hers.

Still, the quiet question she asked left her lips at no more than a murmur, wanting to know whether or not the bite would hurt. She'd heard legends of vampires that caused pleasure, but she'd heard even more legends of those who caused pain, those who caused paralysis. She was quite willing to allow the bite to happen, eager even, though she wanted to know what it felt like. His reassurance that it wouldn't hurt a bit had her leaning in to his side, nuzzling her nose into his shoulder for the briefest of moments before she followed him, fully expecting that he would be taking her to his home. She'd already said she couldn't go to the pack house. If Frost didn't object, she was sure that Claire or Calliel would. Bringing a strange Were home for a night wasn't so bad, but bringing home a vampire would likely have a different outcome.

The girl was entirely stunned when he tugged her into an alley. "Is this a shor-" the word was lost on her lips as he swung her around and pressed her firmly against the wall. Any protests the girl might have had were cut off then, replaced entirely by the overwhelming need for him to touch her. She hardly cared about the public location â€" the way his touch felt on her skin meant she would have easily allowed him to take her in the middle of the dance floor â€" all she cared about was the way his fingers teased and taunted her. The feeling of his lips upon hers had her clutching at his shirt, tugging him in closer to her. There was no reason to take this slow, no reason to have any indication that this wasn't exactly what it looked like. This one night stand was going to be exactly that, even if it was happening in an alleyway. She felt his hands on her, his fingers tugging at the clothing just as her own moved to undress him as well.

It was only when they'd exposed of all the clothing they could given the public situation that they found themselves in that she pulled him in, her lips pressing feverishly into his. There was no hesitation, no indication that she didn't want this. There was nothing but the girl nearly begging for his touches. She pressed her fingers against his skin as she looked up, breaking the kiss for a moment to meet his eyes. "So," She whispered breathlessly. "Do you take dinner first?" She turned her head slightly, one hand moving to sweep her hair out of the way as she exposed her neck to him. "Go ahead."