When you look into an abyss, the abyss looks into you

He growls. Regan blinks innocently at him. He stalks towards her, obviously not fooled. Uh oh.

Her viking asserts himself by pushing between her thighs and pressing a powerful hand against her throat. Regan narrows her gaze at him, amethyst eyes glowing from within. If not for the underlying gentleness in his touch, she would have separated him from his manhood for daring to touch her thusly. His expression is different from all the ones she's witnessed before and it causes her to still. She's not sure if she likes the look in his eyes. He presses closer -- chest to chest and she feels his voice vibrate through her. Fingers sliding up the column of her throat until he grips her chin. Well, he certainly has her full attention now. The question is, what does he plan to do with it?

Regan doesn't have to wonder long. His head descends and blue eyes meet purple before his lips press against her own. Shocked, the girl stiffens beneath him. A small gasp of surprise whooshing from her lips and he takes full advantage. His growl slides down her throat and the taste of him sits pride of place on her tongue. He tastes like sin. Like the first hit of a drug you know you'll never get enough of. Regan grips his hips with her thighs while he wraps his arms around her back pulling her closer. Her kiss is tentative as she returns the pressure. Her tongue darting forward to lick along the seam before her teeth sink gently into the plush cushion of his lower lip. Mmmm. The sound rumbles silently in her chest.

In some distant part of her senses, Regan detects the chime of the front door. It echoes in the large, empty house but neither one of them seems to keen on answering it. Finally and too soon, he pulls away snarling. Forehead to forehead they rest as Regan tries to catch her breath. Her viking pulls away in order to answer the door and Regan slumps against the cupboards. Her head tilting back to stare blankly at the ceiling. What the hell just happened? She certainly has no idea, though she can still taste him on her tongue and the idea is not altogether unpleasant.

A female voice at the door snags her attention and Regan slips from the counter and pads silently into the entryway. Her viking is blocking the door with his massive bulk and try and she might Regan cannot catch of glimpse of this mystery woman. This simply will not do. With barely a thought Regan launches herself at his back and wraps her slender arms around his neck and legs around his waist. She's hanging from him like a baby monkey and sees no issue with it. Peeking over his shoulder her amethyst gaze collides with the woman at the door. When the stranger doesn't look away and continues to stare at her, Regan's top lip pulls back from her teeth in a snarl. Who the hell did that woman think she was?

Just as Regan is debating on whether or not to put the stranger in her place, the viking slams the door. Perturbed, Regan bites the spot where his neck meet his shoulder. She doesn't do it very hard mind you, she's just expressing her displeasure. "Who was that?" Her voice is the same as ever but there is an underlying current of possessiveness in her tone. She wants to know what woman feels she has the right to step so freely into his territory. Based on his answer, Regan will decide if she gets to live through the night.





"Thinks like this"