Feed the Horde

[Nox]

Oriena's teeth sank into his bottom lip and he groaned with both the pleasure and pain of it. The metallic taste stirred the horde. The scratching grew insesent, almost purred as her hand closed around his throat. They were giving the other patrons quite the show and it could get a lot more violent and with less clothes. The horde didn't want to move, and honestly neither did Nox. It wouldn't be the first time they didn't make it to a bed, but it would be the first time in an absolutely public place with an audience.

That was just what his reputation needed. Kallisti didn't need the attention, and one of them had to think. It would some how get back to the club. As much as he knew he should take it someplace else he didn't. The hand holding the bottle on her hip pulled her closer. Things could escalate fast...

A bottle crashed at their feet, and a shout from behind Ori shouted in a very gruff Russian accent, "Get a fucking room." Nox's mechanical hand slipped around Oriena's waist holding her against him possessively, but if she decided to move away from him he'd let her.