A/N: Apologies for the lack of updates. I lost my plot bunny for a bit. I must warn you, there are adult themes in this chapter. Discretion is advised. Thank for for all the comments & subs! Please continue to enjoy.

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Muse: Tunnel Vision ; Justin Timberlake

Rating: M

Place in time: Weeks after Butterflies & Burgers

In the heat of the moment…

…Dyson got tunnel vision.

The club was loud and full of sweating bodies. Various scents filled Dyson's senses to a brim as he walked through the crowds, the change of his typical scenery not sitting so well with him. "Aye man, I didn't really think you were gonna come along," Hale grinned cheekily at the wolf who in turn rolled his eyes. "Sitting at home didn't seem like much fun." Especially since Kenzi wouldn't be at the Dal tonight, he added mentally.

The music thudded against his chest as they finally reached the bar and Dyson wondered if he'd grow partially deaf by the end of the night. "Now these honeys, these are the type I wanna get in my bed. You know, I don't usually go for non-faes, but damn." Pearly white teeth sunk onto Hale's bottom lip, eyes narrowing at a particularly pretty blonde at the other end of the bar. The siren excused himself momentarily, hands practically rubbing together in anticipation as he took cool strides towards the lady in waiting.

The wolf scoffed, inhaling a shot of whiskey while he scanned the area with a bored expression embedded on his features. He was almost considering calling it an early night after all—finding no desire to mingle with people he didn't know nor cared to. Standing up, he'd been on the verge of doing just that when he smelled her. Inner wolf howling, his eyes narrowed as his head turned in every which way direction. It was unmistakable, her scent. That delicious smell was imprinted in his being and he forced himself to remain calm while he looked for her. Setting the glass onto the bar's marble surface, he walked directly into the mass of dancing bodies, never once losing her scent amongst the crowd.

A moan vibrated against his ears and he growled with a matching glare on his eyes. A moan of pleasure that was not caused by him was unwelcome. He'd break the guy's neck if he found her being touched by someone else. Before he could lose his temper he saw her. Standing in an ocean of swaying bodies, hips moving with tantalizing ease to the music's beat. How unlike her, to be dancing in a club that he would have thought she'd avoid. But she was there, standing before him in one of her trademark school girl skirts and ripped stockings, heels bringing her short stature up a bit higher. He stepped closer; eyes trained solely her while she danced their surroundings into a haze. Somehow the music faded, the people grew blurry and she stood out perfectly for him to see.

Silently he took hold of her forearm and pulled her to him, earning a gasp of shock. Electric-blue eyes fluttered open to stare up at him. How delicious did the blush that crept along her lightly freckled skin look, he thought before his arm snaked against her waist, pulling her lush against his frame. It was like she knew what he was thinking, the things he wanted to do, uncaring of the audience that would have a front seat, uncaring that he'd so desperately be willing to come undone by a little human such as her. She was Eve, holding the apple of sin and seduction and he so desperately wanted to sink his teeth into it—into her.

His lips trailed lightly over her jaw, slowly making their way to her ear, where he whispered immoral words to the woman right before he nibbled her lobe causing a shudder to pass through her. Kenzi's eyes fluttered closed, dainty fingers gripping his clothed biceps to steady herself. How had she ever ended up in his arms? One minute she'd been dancing with some cutie, hoping she could maybe get a lay in (a girl had her needs and she was very, very needy) and the next she'd been pulled by a familiar pair of arms. She delved in their possessiveness as Dyson pressed her to him. Her knees buckled as he continued his ministrations on her ear, his roaming hands only intensifying the burning desire that bubbled in her belly and sent liquid fire through her veins.

Before she knew it, she'd been pushed against a secluded wall, drunks too busy mingling and dancing to notice a thing. He pressed their hips together, his hands holding her ample backside in place as he began to grind against her. She moaned, heat rushing to her nether region, arms wrapping against his neck while his lips connected to the pulse on the nape of her neck, teeth lightly nipping the area. How could he make her feel such pleasure so easily? She was like a blushing virgin, easily pleased and manipulated to buck and groan in every which way he pleased.

"Tell me you like it," his voice was gruff against her neck as his tongue dipped out to ease the light pain from his bites. For all she tried, she couldn't find her voice, choosing instead to rack her nails down his chest between them while they reached their true destination—his buckle. Chuckling, Dyson pulled her hands away, kissing her wrists before wrapping them around his neck once more. His fingers trailed invisible patterns against her skin as they slowly travelled down the valley of her breasts before reaching her thighs. Slowly he brought his hand under her skirt and rubbed her slowly over her panties, eliciting a moan from the girl. It was music to his ears and he found he had to steady himself lest he lose his senses and do something to reveal her modesty right then and there. Ragged breathes passed between both their lips, foreheads pressed together as he pushed the hindering barrier to the side. His finger prodded slowly along her nether lips, the feel of her dampness causing a growl of approval to ring in her ears.

"That's it, Kenz, let yourself go for me," he whispered softly just as he pushed a finger into her—a moan coming out of her soon after. She gripped him with all her might, knowing she wouldn't last, not when he began pushing in a slow, rhythmic pace, curing inward while he pumped. Before long he added another finer and increased his movements, the pad of his thumb brushing against her clit to drive her closer to the edge. "Dyson I—," she parted her lips as her hips bucked against his hands, knuckles turning white from the sheer force of her grip on his jacket. Yes, this was exactly what she knew he'd feel like—exactly how she knew he'd make her feel. An explosion of ecstasy burst through her when he bit her neck lightly and pressed down on her clit. She cried out his name and rode her orgasm out. Her knees turned lax and she was grateful Dyson wrapped an arm around her to pull her up. He chucked against her neck before placing butterfly kisses on her skin.

"I'm beginning to like the way you make me lose control, Kenzi."

"Me too, wolf man. Me too."