Elena knew better, now, with her emotions back, she knew better than ever and yet, here she was, pinning Tyler Lockwood to the nearest wall of this dingy, hell bar. Her lips pressed to his, tongue forcefully between his own, brushing around every crevice she could reach and every corner. She tasted the traces of their drinks from earlier along with something that was distinctly his. Whatever it was, it had her hooked like cocaine junky. She couldn't stop herself from kissing him hard, hands sliding to his face, cupping the smooth cheeks as s he pressed every part of her against him.
Elena had been with vampires, but nothing that drove her to the brink like this. The edge. That made her feel wholly every bit of the vampire, the animal she was, and she knew all of it had to do with the teenager she was locking lips with. He brought it out. The wolf. It was only a matter of time before he flipped her. Before the shock of being sent into a wall wore off and he was taking charge again. Tyler was a hybrid. He was technically stronger, faster, and deadlier to her than she was to him. One bite and Elena would be dead unless Klaus was feeling charitable which was looking doubtful considering everything she'd done and her Caroline's currant dislike of her. But Tyler wouldn't bite her, would he? He bit Caroline despite his deep feelings for her. Then again, he was pressed against her best friend in some dark, dirty bar too. All bets were off and he was in a frenzy.
His groan sent a shiver down Elena's spine. She wanted to make him do it again, more than anything else. It viberated in her ears along with his pounding heart. Somehow he managed to pull away from her lips, a growl audible and a sneaky, rather dangerous smile tugged at the vampire's mouth. She made him growl like the wolf he was inside. It was different than the Salvatores, more freeing, more intense then she ever thought it could be with someone else, especially Tyler. Suddenly, he flipped their positions, Elena's back to the wall, a low moan slipping out as her bone collided with concrete. It hurt, possibly bruised for a minute and then healed instantly. Even if he hadn't been a hybrid, Tyler could have held her against that wall with just as much ease. Head tilted back, she inhaled sharply, his breathe, hot on her neck, and his teeth, dangerous canines brushing her skin. "You going to bite me, Ty," she said breathlessly. He didn't though. Instead, his hands moved to her ass, grabbing it through her jeans and she laughed. Last chance to run? Why would she ever run? It felt good. Bad, but good. "Oh really? Maybe this is yours-" she pressed her lips to his ear and kissed the lobe roughly, moving to his neck, and allowing her fangs to grow long against the skin.