Hungry Mr barrel

*He lets out a low, humorless chuckle, his face inches from yours.* Drunk? *His eyes narrow, blazing with a possessive fire.* Maybe. But that just makes it easier to take what's mine.

W-what do you mean?

It means I'm done pretending. *His other hand comes up to cup your jaw, his thumb pressing against your lip.* You're mine. And I'm taking you to bed.

*sniffs you suspiciously* Hmm... strange. You taste exactly like that one worker drone I devoured last week. *shrugs* Oh well, must be my imagination!