Wild Lions Part 1

"Put it on." Deirdre demanded as he stood inside of Aidan's room. The man had just shoved in, threw a box at her, and now stood there with his hands shoved into his pockets. His lips was wrapped around a cig that he had just lit a moment ago. His hair was freshly washed, dried, and groomed smoothly along his shoulders and down his chest. He wore a simple button up crisp white dress shirt. The collar had been folded, but the first button was left undone. His cuffs had been folded neatly with two silver cuff clips holding them in place. He wore black dress pants and black leather boots. Along his throat was a single black string with a raven placed on it.

Aidan did not know what to make of the sudden entrance or the sudden demand she put on a dress. She only found her slightly annoyed as she yanked a pillow to cover her chest. She only had on a night shirt since it was supposed to be a relaxing day for her. Besides, it was only 7am. What kind of insane person gets up earlier than that just to demand someone get dressed? "Thank you for knocking, come in. Oh, why don't you have a seat?" She said sarcastically. It was easy to note the slight flicker of annoyance in the male's eye. His smile was unable to stop though as he moved to lean down. One hand moving to place itself beside her. She placed a hand on his chest thought to stop.

"You shouldn't smoke." Aidan yanked the cig from his mouth which only earned a growl from him. He narrowed his eyes, yet she was surprised when he said nothing. The man just stood and waved his hand in dismissal. It was... strange to see him in such a good mood. Matter of fact, she had never seen him in a good mood. "You have an hour to get dressed."

Deirdre smirked devilishly at that as he turned away from her. "If you are not dressed by then, I will take you naked." Aidan watched as he closed the door behind him. She knew he would do it too. What the hell just happened though? She felt as if she was just whip lashed on his mood. One moment he was an asshole, the next he was lazy and grumpy, and now he was being playful. What... kind of person was this man, and why did he demand she change into... whatever was in the box?

She was terrified to find out.

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True to his word, Deirdre McGunner was starting his way back from his office to Aidan's room. He had added a deep blood red jacket over the white shirt. He left it open with no tie. His first few buttons had been left undone as well with the collar pulled and folded correctly. He had pulled his hair back into a lazy pony tail that still allowed his hair free access while keeping it out of his eyes. A plain black watch had been added to his wrist with a simple clock face. It looked expensive, yet simple as well. A black belt was now wrapped around his waist with a gun strapped under the jacket. It was perfectly hidden including his knife and phone. It was always better to be safe than sorry.

He did not have to wait long to find Aidan as a few steps from his office. Her arms were wrapped around herself, her head slightly downcast. She did not dare look up even as the burning of eyes flickered along her form. Deirdre indeed was quite pleased with what himself at picking out the dress. He had picked out the long dress to be the same as his jacket. The blood rose red was for sure much better suited for her. It looked elegant against the black of her hair, and her abnormal eyes. The chest part was V cut with tiny black roses coming from her right shoulder and wrapped around her waist. The hem only came to her ankles where she had on black sandals. He hated high heels with a passion, so he was relieved she had decided to wear the shoes he picked. A black thin strapped purse was laid on her shoulder and crossed over to lay on her hip. She had done little with her hair, yet she wore red lipstick to go with the dress.

Deirdre tilted his head when he noted she did not wear anything on her throat. "Wait here." Aidan blushed harshly at his words as the man walked passed her before coming back a moment later. He had been surprised when he realized she had kept the necklace, yet he was content with it. The man had come back and slipped the black snake necklace onto her before kissing along her throat. She had gasped and flinched away. He only chuckled though at the sight of her glare. "Come."

Aidan crossed her arms on her chest. "Where are we going?" Deirdre stopped and glanced back at her as he debated on telling her or not.

"Come. I will not ask again." He warned and turned away only to be stopped. A hand had gripped onto the man's jacket.

Before he could look back, a hand had moved into his hair. "You look better with your hair down." Deirdre froze at the touch of the hands moving to pull the tie from his hair. The hands slipping to brush the strands apart before pushing them into place. Aidan had brushed some over his shoulder and just as she did a hand snatched onto her wrist. A yelp sounded from her.

"You should not touch a wild lion, Mrs. Storm." Deirdre whispered softly before gently brushing his lips onto the pulse of her wrist. "We tend to bite."

Aidan jerked her hand away and clenched it close. "S-Sorry" Yet even as she said that, her voice shook as they headed down the stairs, out the door, and into the car waiting.

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"Now are you going to tell me where we are going?" Aidan demanded yet again. At the moment, Deirdre was leaning back with his arms crossed in his lap. Two blue eyes were watching out the window while he debated if the torture was worth it. The women had been demanding the answer several times now, and each time he had ignored her. He was attempting to think through what would be going on tonight. He just needed to decide if his plan was worth it or not. More so, there was a certain client he needed to speak to tonight.

Deirdre snapped out of thought as he felt the weight of something moving onto his lap. Turning his head, he blinked at the sight of Aidan straddling his waist. "Where are we going?" Her voice trembled while she bit down against her bottom lip. Her eyes glancing away shyly as she placed her hands onto his chest. It was the only way she could think of to get him to look at her. She hated this man, but he could at least tell her where they were going. Deirdre smirked at such a thought.

"You are such a nosy little thing." He observed and leaned forward. Gripping her shoulder, he rolled and slammed her onto the seat. She screamed in surprise and tried to yank away. He had already made his move though and forced a knee between her legs. Having brushed the dress up, he pressed against her core making her gasp in surprise. Each movement she made pressed her against him and made her whimper from the sharp pleasure. Both of his hands had caught hers and pinned them above her head. Once doing so, he had gripped them both there to allow his other hand to place. Lips against hers, he spoke. "Shall I shut you up?"

Aidan never got a chance to respond as his lips found hers. A groan slipped from her lips as he kissed her deeply. Deirdre's eyes slowly slipping closed as he gripped harder to hold her. He kissed her as if he was starving and allowed his tongue to brush against her lips. At first she would not part her lips further to allow him in, however with a gentle nip a whimper left her. Deirdre slowly brushed his tongue along her bottom lip before finally brushing against hers in greeting. Aidan could only clench her fists as his danced with hers, slowly, and hotly. He dominated her mouth and took control of it with every tiny movement. While it felt like hours... days... weeks.. it had only been a few moments before the kiss was suddenly broken away to leave the girl breathless.

With soft nibbles, he had moved away from her lips and begun a trail down her throat where she involuntarily arched her neck. She twisted to allow him more access as her heart pounded harshly in her chest. Deirdre on the other hand felt as if a feast had been placed before him. Originally, he just wanted to shut the women up, but instead an animistic need to mark and claim her choked the man. His whole entire body screamed at him to shred her dress, flip her over, and slam into her from behind. He wanted to mark her white skin with his hands, his tongue, and his teeth. Each patch of white skin offended him. The fact that she was not crying for more offended him, but what angered him the most was the realization of the loss of his control.

It did little to stop him as he finally moved down. "D-Don't." Aidan squeaked out. Ignoring her, he yanked down her collar and scratched down her chest until her breast was gripped in his hand. With a slow movement, his finger brushed against her nipple. It was soft against his touch, and his mouth begun to water as he pulled it from her bra. The dress held it up while his hand pinched at the nub. It hardened under his skillful hands as she gasped again and jerked slightly. "Oh god." She whimpered and thrashed her hips against him. Deirdre only smiled at that. While she had said no, her body said yes. Everything about her said yes, but he wanted a complete yes. He wanted her to beg for him, scream his name, and keep screaming until she forgot why she was screaming.

So, Deirdre leaned down and wrapped his skillful lips around her nipple. A yell left her as her legs pulled up and wrapped around his hips. She pressed herself against him. Deirdre only snarled at the feel of her heat and realized she was soaked. He had barely touched her, but she was in need of a release. Chuckling, his tongue vibrated against her nipple as he swirled his tongue around it slowly. She cried out again, but it turned into a scream as he bit against the sensitive bud. Popping his mouth away, he spoke. "Do you want me to continue?"

Aidan looked up as if desperate, yet as she parted her lips to beg the car stopped. "We are here Mr. McGunner." The driver announced. The man smirked at that and leaned away.

"Next time." Deirdre declared. Aidan was speechless at that as she jerked up and yanked her dress into place. She was breathless, confused, and not exactly sure what had just happened. Was she.. just about to scream at him to have sex with her? She could hardly believe herself, but as she looked out the window she swallowed harshly. This man could not possibly have brought her here of all places.

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Deirdre's blue eyes glanced up at the sign before him. 'Glorious Dance' was the direct translation of the language. It was from the Kingdom of Flame writing, so most would not be able to read it. However, that was not the most important. The male was looking up at the huge cruise ship in front of him. They had driven to the port within the Faction, so it was not the biggest or the best ship. Yet, it was still impressive. The road came not far from the dock, and with one glance the male estimated it would be at least a ten minute walk. It was about 9am at the time, so he should make it to the meeting in time. Turning back to Aidan, he watched as she pulled herself from the car. Her eyes were widen as she looked at the ship ahead... confused and unsure. He shoved his hands into his pockets in wonder if she had ever seen a ship before. Had she ever been on one? She did not get his answer though as she looked over at him. Her eyes flickered in confusion, fear, and most of all curiosity. It was evident that he was up to something, and she clearly did not like it.

Please with himself, the coldness washed back over him. The coldness settled in his eyes, he straightened up and he breathed in the salty air. This time of year it was touch and go regarding the weather. He did not taste rain in the air though. Good. Without a word he begun forward again. Thankful Aidan was to angry with him to say a word, but he was slightly surprised when she grabbed his sleeve. It would seem she was afraid to get lost. What was it about this women? He wanted to know why he seemed to tolerate her among others. He could still feel the taste of her lips on his.