Dante watched the feeding unfold from behind his bloodletter, pleased that he did not have to step in to restrain Gavin. Still, as their interaction went on, Dante realized that his presence was no longer required. Good. They were beneath him; all of them. Especially the insects they kept on hand for sustenance.<br/><br/>He slid his fingers through Dominique's rich, brown hair as it tumbled over her back, grabbing it near the roots and pulling her head further back. He was gentle, using just enough force to send tingles through her scalp. His hands wandered up and down from her waist, feeling the soft fabric and the smooth skin beneath. He was losing himself in her, gloriously, her smell, her breath, her warm<em>life</em>. Without another word to Gavin, he swept the human that he loved in his own way off her feet, carrying her off as he headed up the stairs with all of his vampiric speed. Though he listened for Lolita, he was sure to go around the living room, where the remaining would-bes were being dealt with.<br/><br/>In less than a second, the two of them were in his master suite, the door lIckes behind, his fangs still bared at the prospect of feeding. And in that moment, she was his, and his alone, and for a little while, at least, nothing else would matter.