It isn't until Darius chuckles rather loudly that the two pull apart. "I would say get a room, but you are in one. However, I will say that you are in my daughter's room and she might not like you to continue that here.

"Personally, I'll be taking my leave. I need to hunt, once I return I can stay with Lynnette if either of you needs to hunt again." With that Darius leaves.

"How is it that he doesn't appear all that young? Wasn't he turned when he was about twenty or so?"

Castielle snorts, "Darius looks the age Darius wants to look. He's been allowing his body to age like that of a human so that he doesn't have to give up his business empire just yet. If you haven't noticed, Darius loves being in charge and has a hard time handing off authority to any one."

"So vampires can control their looks?" Lynnette asks intrigued by this information. That isn't something she's ever heard before. Makes her wonder just what...

Greyson shrugs before standing up, he turns away from Lynnette as he works to get his body under control once more. Castielle always knows how to get a rise out of his body, from day one he did. 

He tenses as he feels hands run up his back. "Shh, Greyson, it's alright. I'm sorry, I don't know what happened. Castielle and I were talking then suddenly I started getting hot and bothered. I wanted blood and Castielle offered his. But when he came over I took off his shirt and started kissing him and running my hands over him before biting and drinking from him..."

"Please, stop, Lady Lynnette, I'm having a hard enough time getting myself under control without you exciting me all over again."

Lynnette smirks, "I read his blood, Greyson. He has dreamed of us being in a threesome. You, him and me. It seems that he likes that far more than just you and him although he's fantasized about that often as well." Lynnette purrs out her words.

"She's doing it again, Micah," Castielle warns him.

Micah turns around and gently holds Lynnette's hands in his to keep her from touching him. He's already too worked up to fight off her game at this time.

"My lady, as much as I and Castielle would love to indulge you, we cannot. It was wrong of me to give into my desires earlier. Incredibly dangerous and foolish on my part and for that I more than deserve any punishment you wish to give me. I cannot allow my son to betray his duty, your protection means more than anything, more than my life, more than Castielle's life. I beg of you, Lady Lynnette, that you allow my son to leave with his honor. I will take his punishment in his place."

Lynnette takes a step back from him and so he lets her hands go.

The red has left her eyes and confusion is evident on her face. "I don't understand, what punishment?"

"I failed you earlier today and Castielle failed to feed you not long ago. Please, take my blood and then punish me as Darius ordered you to, but allow Castielle to leave?"

"I," Lynnette gets a bit dizzy and so sits down. "I apologize to you both. Castielle, please, you are free to leave if Greyson feels that it is safe for you to do so. Castielle, forgive me for playing with you like I had. It certainly wasn't my intention to do so. I would never mess with someone like that normally."

"I understand, Lady Lynnette. It's just an ability that you have that you need to learn to control, just like your blood lust. Now, if you both will excuse me," Castielle gives his father one last look before escaping the room. He sends a silent apology to his father for being such a coward. Yet, he's also very thankful to both Darius and Micah for stopping Lady Lynnette from seducing him. He would be all too willing to do so.

"I'm sorry, Greyson, I can tell just how wound up you are. I honestly don't know what is going on with me."

"Drink," Greyson pulls her over and presses her face to the crook of his neck.

Without thinking about it, Lynnette bites him faster than a striking snake. She tries to pull back, not wanting to harm him, but Greyson won't permit it. Giving in to her needs she continues to drink from him, but while she does she touches him.

Greyson pulls back from her and forces her away. "Stop, Lady Lynnette." He ignores the pain from where he ripped her teeth out of himself, he also ignores the blood that is slowly starting to stop flowing.

"Greyson, at least let me stop the blood." Lynnette cries out as she sees the wound her teeth created from his pulling back from her.

"No, remember this, Lady Lynnette when your other side wants to play. Remember there is a price and sometimes it's a painful one, and sometimes it can turn deadly." Greyson says before falling to his knees then to the floor.

Lynnette, no longer paying any attention to her need to feed goes to him and does what she can to stop the blood from flowing. She's frantic and doesn't know what to do to help him. She rushes to her door and throws it open preparatory to leaving to find help.

"Lady Lynnette?" Castielle queries as he blocks her exit.

"Thank goodness," she ignores Castielle's snort at her words. "Help him, please?"

Castielle rushes in and when he sees Greyson on the floor he starts cussing up a storm. He picks up his father and looks to Lynnette to tell him where she would like him placed.

"Put him on my bed. What do I do now, Castielle?"

"You, nothing. You are already walking a thin line between blood lust and your control. It amazes me that you haven't lost control yet. Wait, can you get me a bowl of water and a clean rag of some sort? I have to clean him up before you lose control."

Lynnette nods and goes to get the items that Castielle mentioned, but Castielle is already busy stripping the bloody clothes off of his father and doing his best to clean up the blood mess. He's about ready to bite his wrist and shove the blood down Micah's throat when Lynnette returns with the water and rag.

Hurriedly taking the rag and cleaning the rest of the blood off of Micah, Castielle bites his wrist and forces the blood down his father's throat. He just hopes that it will be enough. His father had lost a great deal of blood.

It's a good thing he'd eaten earlier.

They fall into an exhausted sleep on the bed. None of them knowing when or even if Micah will awaken once more.