Purge

Episode 1-New Relationships

PURGE'S POV

Fuck, I think as I look through my purse for my keys. I must have left them in Darrel's office.

I sigh and turn back to head to the elevator. Once I'm in, I wait nervously until a hot guy in a suit jogs in and waits with me. The doors close and I get to the far side of the elevator.

"What floors?" the voice for the elevator says.

"The top," the guy and I say simultaneously.

I look down at the floor as he fixes his cuffs.

"You're Darrel's fiancé?" he asks.

"Yes. How'd you know?" I say.

"I've seen you coming in and out of his office every Monday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday."

"Who are you?"

"I am Jermaine Roder."

He offers his hand and I take it.

"Raven."

"No last name?"

"It's complicated."

"Oh."

"My last name ties me to a family much hate. Two actually. Who's counting how many hate me. Then, the ones who hate me because of my family."

"Ah. Mikealson's?"

"Yes. How...?"

"Your birthmark on your back."

He glances to the open back of my dress and I curse taking my coat off.

"You're Jermaine Roder? My fiancé's boss?"

"Yes."

"Then you have other branches, buildings you could be at. Why this one?"

"Because there's a certain calico haired woman I want to be friends with who've been seen here often."

I blush and withhold my grin.

"How long have you been watching me?"

"A long time."

"Oh?"

"Yes. Probably since the third day after I hired your fiancé."

I nod as we step out the elevator. I walk toward Darrel's office but don't see Angeline, his secretary at her desk. I shake it off and open the door but freeze. I see Darrel is holding hands with her as they finish together. I feel Jermaine's arm grab me and slam the door after I'm out. I can see his mouth moving but I don't hear anything coming out.

"...Raven! Are you okay?" he asks with worry in his eyes.

"Yes. I have to go meet my sister. Can you get my keys off his desk please?"

"Of course. Stay right here. I'll be right back."

That sick f**k. He cheated again. I cannot believe I believed him. What? Am I still a naïve teenager?

Jermaine comes out and hands me my keys. I turn and walk to the elevator. Once I'm in my car and buckled, I start it and speed through all the traffic toward the Vordon lands. I get many honks and yells as I speed into the parking lot of Morgana's Bar. I walk in and sit at the bar as many of the alien species watch me confused. 

"Hello little lady," one guy says and I look over at him blankly. "Shouldn't you have a date? It's a dangerous place here. Anything could happen to a beautiful youth like you."

I look down at his hand and just watch as he snakes it up to my skirt, just three inches above my knee.

"Look, Vordon male. I am not looking to have s*x. I am here for a drink. Maybe later even a fight or a kill," I say flatly.

"What'll you be having mam?" the bartender asks.

"The strongest s**t you got."

All the guys look at me shocked and I roll my eyes.

"Little lady has a mouth," the guy who has his hand on me says.

The guy moves his hand to just under my skirt and smirks at me.

"Look asshat. You don't move your fucken hand and I'm going to teach you how to treat a fucken lady."

"Go ahead, love."

I grab his hand and let my claws out as I do so. I punch him square in the nose and he flies back into the wall by the door. I stand and waltz over as he groans and everyone watches. 

"I warned you twice you f*****g pig. Be grateful I won't f*****g kill you right now."

I kick him in the gut and he cries out as he balls up and spits up blood.

"What are you?"

"I am a hybrid you sick fuck."

I growl at him and he gets up and stumbles out. I turn and see everyone gaping, but the bartender who's smirking as he wipes down the bar.

"Anyone else wanna try and f**k!" I yell so everyone hears me. "I'm in the mood for a fight! Go ahead! I'm not in the mood for f*****g manwhores!"

I go back and sit on my stool. The bartender smiles at me and hands me a glass of bluish-green liquid with a pungent enough smell to make my wolf nose scrunch. I down it in one and feel the burn at the back of my throat as I taste the sourness of the alcohol.

"Tough night miss?" the bartender asks as everyone slowly leaves as the time passes.

"What gave it away?" I say sarcastically.

"You took your engagement ring off."

"Yeah."

"How bad?"

"He's cheated on me for years. With his secretary. I finally caught him f*****g the brains out of her today on his desk."

"Damn. Sorry."

"It's whatever. He was an asshole anyway. Late nights at work. All-nighters at work. Or his most famous excuse, I'm going over to my parents. I knew he was a prick in high school but my friends pushed us to be a couple."

"Yeah. I meet my fair share of pricks."

"Don't we all..."

"Yes."

I look up and sigh in defeat.

"Can we have no-strings s*x?"

"My shift ends in ten minutes."

I nod and wait for the next ten minutes. When he's done he leads me out and to his bike. I get on and hold to him as he speeds toward somewhere. I use my watch to send my car to follow us after we've stopped. He pulls up to a huge apartment building and stops. We go up to the fourth floor and instantly start kissing before we make it through the door. He pushes me up on the door and lifts my ass. I wrap my legs around his waist as I claw off his jacket. I rip his shirt on accident and it falls into a shredded mess on the floor. He thrusts forward instinctively excited, since he is a Vordon, and stops kissing me.

"Don't be embarrassed. I like it when you do that." 

He nods and we start kissing just like we'd never stopped. He walks me into the kitchen and sits me on the countertop. He unzips my dress and yanks it off. He lays me down as he runs his hand down to my breast and lightly grazes his claws over my n****e making my c**t throb and me to gasp as I arch.

"Ah. So she likes when I do that?"

"Yes," I growl in an animalistic way as I feel my canines elongating.

"God, you're so hot."

I smirk and snake one arm around his neck as I kiss him fiercely and grab his hard c**k through his jeans all at once. He growls and thrusts hard and I tighten my grip.

"How do you like this?" I say seductively in his ear before licking from the bottom and biting the elf-like point lightly.

He lets out an animalistic sound and thrusts even harder against me.

"Fuck."

I can feel the precum flooding his tip through his jeans and can tell I'm in for one hell of a ride based on what bit I can feel. I undo his jeans and his c**k springs free. I gape at how huge he is. Not only is he huge, but his c**k is thick in width as well. He grows a darker shade of yellow than his original yellow skin. His furs stand on end and his tail flicks nervously.

"Will I fit?"

"Only one way to find out."

He nods and slowly pushes the tip in. I gasp and he continues to slowly push inch by inch until he's all the way in. He locks eyes with me and I kiss him passionately. He walks me to the room, holding me up even with his c**k buried in me, and lays me down on his bed. He laces our fingers and stops kissing me.

"I'm Derrick by the way."

"Raven."

"I don't want no-strings anymore. Are you still good with that?"

"Yes."

"I want a relationship with you."

"And you have it. I'm your mate now."

"I'm falling for you you know?"

"I already fell for you in the bar."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Not as much as I do."

He kisses me with a slow, loving passion that makes me melt into him. He starts slowly thrusting in me. Making love to me instead of just f*****g me. I arch into him as he makes love to me in a way I've never felt in the thousands of years I've been here. I start moaning more frantically and randomly as the pressure builds in my lower stomach. 

"Derrick!" I scream as the pressure leaves.

He makes a very possessive, loud, claiming sound that I'm assuming is marking the mating bond I feel forming is between us. I feel a rush of liquid heat before he presses me into the bed as he pants. He rolls onto his back after he pulls out and he hugs me to him as we go to sleep.

------in the morning-----

I sit up and look over at Derrick, the guy I'd had the best s*x in my life with last night. I smile and lean over. I kiss him and he growls. I go to lean away but he grabs me by my hips and pulls me over him. I gasp as I land and his hard c**k slips into me all the way. I stop kissing him and fall against his chest panting.

"You aren't moving," he says sleepily.

"I am if you want s*x again."

I go to pull away but he just pulls me back down just as quickly. I moan not being able to hold it in and curse myself for being pure jello when he's buried in me.

"We both know you want me just as bad as I want you."

"Yes, I do. But I can control myself."

I pin his arms down and pull off of him. He growls in pain and I know why he's in pain. He was harder now than he was last night and I knew the fire was burning his c**k since my juices were still around him. I smirk and stand. I walk into the bathroom and lock the door behind me. I do my business and leave out.