Wild Lions Part 2

Deirdre came to the entrance of the ship and reached into his to pull out his ID. He flipped open the rich leather wallet before flashing it to the men in black in front of him. It was a brief introduction. He did not wait for the two to invite him in because he was already moving with a feline like grace. He glanced back only a second later to be sure his little pup was also allowed entrance. It was clear she was with him though by the way she was clinging to his arm. He could not help the slight smirk that slipped onto his lips. For such a vixen, she sure did not wish to be left behind. Then again, he could still smell her arousal. He would have to fix that tonight or perhaps during the small break of his meeting. Either way, he looked forward to it.

As the music assaulted his ears, steel blue eyes glanced up to find themselves looking at the party ahead. It was a small formal gathering in his thoughts, but it was truly a cover up. Even if the underground activities were rather public, it was kept a mystery to those who would taken advantage of it. Such as his rivals or maybe even his partners. No one was considered his alley though. Everyone had an end goal, which meant everyone would use whatever force needed to get what they wanted. Deirdre planned to do just that. Just as he had predicted, the boat was subjugated to women dressed in riches and men chasing their coat tails. Dresses of whites, reds, blacks, blues, greens, and so many others lined the wooden floors. Each wore golden chains, stones, and attempted to display their wealth in anyway possible. Men seemed to all dress in their boring black suits and ties. There were expensive watches that only tied it together. Many grouped together or spread apart to enjoy the food that had been set out, talk, or even fetch someone for wine. It had an open bar, but many were being served from silver plates.

A pool sat towards the front of the boat, but no one was dressed for that tonight. It did not take long for Deirdre to find sharks that he knew, one belonging to Slender. He did not know why, however it did not sit well with him. Blue eyes glanced over at another gentlemen he knew. Winston, who owned an arms dealership, had been someone who enjoyed trying to rip Deirdre from his profits. There were several sharks from other kingdoms, but he had not been informed this was that type of gathering. Perhaps, he would need to investigate.

A small tug on his arm brought him from his focus, and thus he glanced back around to Aidan who had released his arm. Her gold and green eyes were flickering here and there wordlessly as she gained her sea legs. He guessed even with her riches, she had not been on a boat before. She had looked to him to ask permission to leave and explore, which made him choke on a chuckle. Deirdre knew she would not like it, and that only made him want to laugh harder. Leaning down, he allowed his warm lips brush upon her ear. "Remain in eyesight." It was a clear command.

Aidan's eyes brightened at that, almost like a child, before she released him. He did not know what came over her, but before he knew it she was off. Straightening himself, he watched as she moved along the boat with curious eyes. Her smile slight against her painted lips. Her movements graceful and control as she explored. Deirdre had a difficult time pulling his blue eyes away as she came to the edge of the boat to look down into the water before turning to a gentlemen who offered her red wine from the silver tray. It was only then it did not sit well with him, but he forced his attention elsewhere. Even with the gathering of men, he knew one thing. No one would dare touch her as long as she wore her necklace. The snake had always been a symbol of Nickalos, himself, and their business. One would have to be stupid to even think of harming her in anyway. The idea had him growling and his eyes hardening. He would kill them.

His thoughts were interrupted though as he glanced to the side at the sight of Winston though. He was an older gentlemen in his 50s. "Mr. McGunner, were you invited as well?" The male straightened himself slowly before pressing his hands deep into his pockets. He allowed the wind to flicker against his controlled silver hair while he assessed the man before him. He was a short gentlemen with a black suit on. The white shirt did nothing to hide the large beer belly or the black chest hair that begged to escape. The shirt was to tight on him which only made him look sloppy. This was only further confirmed by the thinned out black hair that had been greased down against a round head. The only thing that looked even a bit decent was the well groomed hair on his lip.

"Mr. Clove." The white haired man gave in greeting, but choice to not answer his question. His voice was flat, yet allowed slight amusement in as he looked down at the male. Winston frowned at him, but did not get the hint.

"Well, have you considered my offer yet? I know you are-"

Deirdre's eyes hardened in warning as his lips pulled in a slow sickly sweet smile. "Mr. Clove, I do not believe this is the best place to discuss such things. After all, this is a gathering. Perhaps, you should enjoy it." With that, he stepped around the male who still had his mouth open to speak. Ignoring him though, he continued with little knowledge that eyes were burning into his back. He had other business to attend to, and soon someone had come to fetch him. He was not here for fun and drink. He was here to bring the world to its knees.

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Aidan felt like a child. She felt like a motherfucking child, and only then did she let the shame slap her across the face. She had never been on a boat, never seen one like this before. She had always wanted to go on a cruise to the other Kingdoms and explore each of them. A matter of fact, she had begged her parents to let her when she turned sixteen, but alas it never happened. Now here she was with a cup of wine in her hand with her eyes looking over the rails at the sea. She could feel the whiplash of the wind and smell the salt. She cared little about the people behind her or the talking of their riches. She could not even bring herself to care about the fact she saw Deirdre walking off with another women. After all, her nipple still ached from where his mouth had found it... the taste of his lips on hers, and the burning from where his hands had touched her. Aidan's body heated up at the thought, but she could not deny she enjoyed the experience.

Grumbling under her breath, she let her eye sight linger back to the group of people. Her back leaned against the rail with her arms moving to support her. She found comfort in just being alone. She had been forced to come after all, but she was glad she did. The male had made it clear she had no choice, yet in the end she was glad to check this off her bucket list. Maybe being his bitch would not be so bad. Aidan frowned deeply at that thought. She should not think of such things. Just as she was scumming to the idea movement caught her eye. Unlike her suitor, this male wore a simple white shirt with a black blazer. Black slacks and black formal boots completed the boring array of clothing, yet the male himself did not look to fit in such plain clothing.

"Milady, are you hiding from someone?" The silky chocolate voice spoke as his fingers combed back long golden curls. They were mostly controlled by a hair tie, but the wind brushed them here and there. They were not watch captured her though, but rather the golden eyes that watched her with innocent amusement. His lips had pulled up in a gentle smile which made her think he was maybe almost young as hers.

Aidan was not falling for it though. She turned her back to him and instead folded her arms to lean against the railing. Her eyes looking out into the darkness. "No." Last time she had spoken to an attractive man, she ended up becoming his 'puppy.' She planned to not make that choice twice. He, however, did not take no for an answer.

Instead, he leaned against the railing next to her with watchful eyes. "Perhaps I should keep you company then?" Aidan felt herself slightly tense as the imagine of masterful lips moving along her flesh came to mind. The thoughts of his hands on her... the thought of lions and biting making her hesitate to test him further. Yet, as she glanced from the male to search for Deirdre she noted he had all but disappeared. After all, she knew this was not just for fun.

"I suppose." She decided.

Aidan had not seen Deirdre for several hours now. She had no idea where he had gone, and she was not sure if she cared. He seemed to always reappear at the worst times anyway or when he needed entertainment. She decided to not care though, not when she felt the hands on her back, on her shoulder, and the warmth of the other body. She had come to know the boy as Alexia Winchester. Although, he did not elaborate further, and she did not care to ask. In fact, she did not need to know.

Laughing, the male swirled her around and then wrapped a hand around her waist. Yanking her to him, he smiled and stepped back in the dance. He was comfortable against her smaller form, and sure seemed to know what he was doing. Each step brought her over the wooden floor and into the crowd of decorated women and men. He knew how to move, and with each step her heart seemed to beat harder... faster... The blood inside of her roared to life which brought a smile upon her lips. She loved the feeling. In fact, she had wished she agreed sooner to dance with him. But, soon the song was slowing, and she found herself looking up at the beautiful eyes again. However, they were not blue. His hair was not silver, and he was smiling. It was not right. "You dance beautifully, Aidan." His voice was not... his voice.

Aidan's cheerfulness begun to sour as the male moved his hair from her waist and slowly encircled her wrist instead. He tugged her from the floor, and she noted the rest of the others had stopped. It did not feel right at all. She hated it in fact. Such thoughts clouded her until she felt the hand that brushed against her cheek. A green and gold eye moved up to meet deep hunter green ones. The male smiled. "You don't seem to be enjoying yourself." He said softly while his finger wrapped itself around a stray black hair. Slowly, he placed it back behind her ear where his finger then traced along the edge. It was warm, but it did not scorch her... not like Deirdre's touch. What was wrong with her?

"Nonsense." She mumbled and turned her eyes away. Aidan smiled abit in an attempt to cover her growing nervousness. Why was she feeling like this? She hated it. Alexia did not seem to notice as he looked into the crowd.

Waving down a waiter, he smiled. "You don't want to be here." He said simply making Aidan watch him from the side of her eyes. He was an honest man, that was for sure.

"What are you doing here, anyway?" Aidan bluntly asked. "You don't seem to be the underground type." It was a simple observation, however Alexia's eyes darkened. His face dropped, and a haunted darkness weighed on him. His body almost sagged, yet her eyes held him up.

For a moment, she didn't think he would answer. "I'm here to find someone." Alexia's eyes moved to focus on the necklace laying on the women's throat. His hand twitched to touch it, yet the venom of the thing made him frown. His eyes dropping in hurt. Aidan watched him in confusion, yet she did not move to comfort the male. Something did not feel right, yet she did not have to think further on it.

The waiter came over, and Alexia reached over to take the wine from the male's hand. Turning back to her, he took a slow sip. "Who?" She begun to ask, but he did not answer. Instead, the male reached out and gripped the back of her head. With a gasp, his lips found hers and the taste of wine burned along her tongue. She groaned while reaching hands out to place against his chest. Even with her push, he did not budge. His lips, soft and plup, moved on hers... guiding her lips to part before she tasted his tongue. It creased her bottom lip, before finding itself wrapping around hers. Aidan gasped against it while his other hand moved to wrap around her wrist. It held her, caged her, and yet it burned her.

A whimper left her just as the cold assaulted her. She gasped as her eyes snapped open, and found Alexia on the floor. Blood dripped from his mouth as a lion stood above him. Not just any lion, but Deirdre himself.