Seeing my-well…willingness might be too weak a word-enthusiasm in my inviting smile, Aiden reached out and pulled my chair bumping and scrapping around the corner of the table, snuggling it up ti his with a living vampire’s strenght. My legs opened to put my knees to eother side of him, and he leaned forward, the green of his eyes vanishing to a thin ribbon. Tension rising, I put my lips beside his torn ear. The scent of leather and silk crashed over me and I closed my eyes in anticipation. "You have your caps?" I whispered. I felt him nod, but I was more interested in where his lips where going. He cupped a hand along my jaw and tilted my face to his. "Always." he said. "always and forever with you." Oh God, I thought, just about melting. Aiden wore caps on his canines to keep from breaking my skin in a moment of passion. They were generally wore by adolescent living vampires still lacking control, and Aiden risked a severe ribbing should anyone find out he wore them when we slept together. His decision  was born from his respect for my desire to withhold my blood from him and Ashley’s threat to stake him twice if he took my blood. Aiden claimed it was possible to be bound and not become a vampire’s shadow but everything I had seen said otherwise. My fear remained. And so did his caps. I inhaled, bringing the vamp pheromones deep into me, willing them to relax me, wanting the tingling promise that was humming in my demon scar to race through my body. But then Aiden stiffened and drew away. "Ashley?" I whispered, feeling my eyes go worried as his gaze went distant. "Pixy wings," he said, pushing my chair out. "Matalina," I answered, sending my gaze to the open archway to the hall. There was a distant thump. "Glen?" came Ashley’s muffled call from he room. My lips parted in surprise. She had heard Matalina’s wings through a closed door? Great. Just freaking great. Then she heard our conversation too. "IT’s Matalina!" I shouted, not wanting her to burst out thinking it was Glen. But it was too late and I stood awkwardly when her door thumped open. Matalina zipped into the kitchen a heartbeat before Ashley staggered in, halting in an undignified slump wiht one hand supporting hersekd against the open archway.