Dane knows her relationship with Rias is over. Rias makes it clear that he disagrees, especially when a rogue vampire threatens Dane's life.
Dane is a newly turned vampire living in the city of New Orleans. As a rogue vampire hunter, she takes down vampires who are endangering their community by killing human prey. But her job can't keep her mind off Rias, her sire, and her ex. Although a part of her still loves him, she knows they're better off apart.
As the head of the New Orleans Legion, Rias knows it's only a matter of time before his fledgling Dane comes back to him, and he's happy to wait for her to figure that out. But when a rogue vampire arrives in town and threatens Dane's life, Rias suddenly realizes just how much time he's already wasted.
Dane swallowed hard as she allowed herself to be dragged forward. She knew it was easier to go along with Rias than to try to get away from him now. It would only end in a fight that he would win. Her best bet was to fend him off with sarcasm and disinterest. The only problem with that plan was that he knew she was interested, and he took her rejection as a challenge rather than a dismissal. The way her heart raced didn't help matters either. It's not fair, Dane thought as she cursed the treacherous organ. She was dead. Her heart shouldn't be able to pound in her chest.
''What?'' she snapped, channeling all of her frustration into the word. Rias grinned at her ill-tempered tone, directing them into his office and closing the door.
''We need to talk,'' he said smoothly. Dane held her ground, standing stiffly in front of the wall.
''About what?'' She feigned ignorance. Rias shook his head, his grin growing wider.
''It's no use trying to hide it,'' he said in a purr, stalking toward her. ''I can feel the way your body reacts to me.'' He ran a finger down her cheek, and Dane cursed as her pulse skyrocketed. Rias chuckled.
''We've been over this,'' Dane snapped, allowing her anger to override the desire building in her stomach. ''It's over.''
''It's not over,'' Rias disagreed, ''until I know that you don't want me.'' Dane opened her mouth to reply and he was there, his body pressing hers against the wall, his tongue delving past her lips to claim what he'd never given up. She tried to push him off but he only shifted more of his weight onto her, his hip bone pressing rhythmically against her core. The more she wiggled the more the sensation spread, and Dane could feel her nipples growing hard, eager against the thin material of her shirt.
''See?'' Rias taunted as he placed gentle kisses across her cheek, his tongue darting out to lick the sensitive pulse beneath her jaw. Dane moaned and tilted her head back to kiss him again, giving in to the feel and strength of his body. Four years, and she still hadn't been able to forget him or push the memories of the two of them away. She knew she was making a mistake, but right now she didn't want to stop. It felt too good to be kissing him again.