Keeping hold of him, she pulled herself forward against the iron grate. Their faces were almost level now, and he regarded her with barely concealed d...sgust. “What's the rush? Everyone is asleep still.” He tugged his wrist, but she clung on, knowing full well that he was not using even half of his strength against her. “Let. go.” he repeated in a low growl. She considered him for a moment, his eyes full of challenge, then released his arm with a smirk, and sat back on her heels. “Off you go. He worked on my legs and pushed slowly up to my ass and inside my legs. His hands covered in warm oil would slide along my hole, with fingers sliding inside. I was relaxed and did nothing to stop him. He moved up the table towards my head to work down my back to my ass.His semi hard dick was rubbing against my face and lips. I very cautiously stuck my tongue out and was met with his mushroom tip. He looked down at me and smiled. Then, with one of his hands, he tilted my head and, with his thumb. I'm thrown off balance and fall forward. I roll over on my back and leap up, baring my fangs and keeping my dagger at the ready. A growl escapes from my throat. "Good to see you again Damien." The mystery man laughs. "James." I growl. "What the hell are you doing?" James is a Hunter like me, although sometimes unethical but doesn't normally cause too much trouble, which is why I generally leave him alone."I thought I'd stop to see an old friend." He says clapping his hands together. "And here. " "What about your father?" "I doubt he'd care one way or the other. My Dad has all the humanity of a brick, he never cared what happened to us." Lovely. "Do you know where your parents are?" "Not really. To tell you the truth I don't even know if they're still around. I guess they probably are, they're not that old." "How old are you, Lynda?" "Twenty-seven." A bit older than I'd thought. "I'm guessing that you've probably got good reasons for not being in contact with your family. Maybe that's.