Feed the Horde

[Nox]

Oriena kicked him away and Nox stumbled backwards. Probably for the best, he wasn't sure he could have stopped. Her stare only made it worse. The horde was not appreciative of his gesture, but they didn't want to be trapped and that stayed any movement to stay and finish what they had started.

Sage hadn't heard her, but he obviously hadn't been watching. He wouldn't put it past the hacker to have watched a time or two. He was an paramount voyeur.

Nox straightened himself and his clothing and followed Oriena out of the disaster he had allowed to happen. The air was cold and chilling and took the edge off the carnal lust that coursed through his veins. He could have grabbed for the power and kept warm, but it didn't matter, he needed the distraction for now.

Oriena climbed on her motorcycle. Nox licked his lips and glanced down the street. She was drunk, but Nox didn't hesitate anymore than the lick of his lips before settling behind her "I know where we can finish this." He sent her the coordinates before wrapping his arm around her.

It was an effort to curb the horde's desires. She was close, her leather clad legs between his, his arm around her waist. Their warmth from before cooling in the night air, but the horde smelled sex and blood and wanted more -- oh so more.

They whipped through the streets of Moscow at break neck speeds. Oriena swerved narrowly passed a car and another, and between two large trucks transporting something inside, but there was no time to read the sides as they speed between them.

Things got hairy the closer they got to the Red Light District and home. Kallisti was around the corner and Nox was glad to be back home. Hard to believe this was home. But his building was lights blazing and people spilling out of his doors. What the fuck!