DizjayDeathPride
Five Thousand Club
It seemed like Elizabeth would get out of this embarrassment yet. She finished up another steak before her and dabbed her mouth clean as she leaned back. But it still wasn't enough. She needed... Elizabeth sipped the cup of water in front of her trying to wash away the familiar feeling, but just like the hunger no matter what she did it wouldn't go away. "Get up Finnegan!-" Elizabeth's eye twitched and she snapped to face Dante. She didn't like the tone in his voice. How dare he? She picked her knife back up and pointed it at Dante, fueling it but ever so lightly the glow on the knife was hardly noticeable, "You're not suited for the title of Alpha. I challenge you for your spot." Of course. But this time, she wouldn't allow such.. arrogance. She released the charge and blasted Dante with a jet of light just hard enough to push him back to the wall. It held him for a few passing seconds with the beam disconnecting from the knife and continuing its push on Dante. Elizabeth licked up the base of the knife, around the tip, her eyes looking at Finnegan... vulnerable cuteness. She flicked the knife at him, piercing into his working forearm. Watching the metal enter his skin excited her so much she bit her lip and crossed her legs, displaying so many physical signs that she never did before. She gasped and looked away, what had she just done? Shit Mon-Elizabeth, Whyy... Get, A, Grip!