Chapter One Hundred Forty-eight They made arrangements to leave Max and Kat with Nate and Lindy. It didn't seem right to wake up Bryn's mother. Plus Anton figured it would not be a good thing to put the both of them together again so quickly while Bryn was still feeling so raw. Once he walked the kids over to their aunt and uncle's, he met Bryn in the garage. "So which car would you like to take?" he asked. "The Prowler? The Jaguar? I could see if I could borrow Nate's Viper," he added with a devilish grin. She laughed softly. "It doesn't matter...although that removable top does sound fun. Who's driving?" He steered her towards the Jaguar. "I thought I was, my dear. Although you're more than welcome to. But I think it's more important to figure out where we are going." "Okay." Walking to the passenger door, she looked at him over the roof. "Is there anywhere we haven't been yet that you'd like to show me?" Anton thought for a moment. "We could do down to the statue of Junipero Serra that overlooks 280," he said. "It would be a nice drive down the freeway and give us some time out and away from everything." "Okay." Waiting for him to unlock the doors, she got in to the car and buckled her seat belt. "Think we can stop somewhere along the way for some ice cream?" "Certainly, my dear." He got into the car and opened up the sunroof to it's fullest. He flashed her a grin as he started up the engine, revving the motor a few times. "We need to do this more often, my dear." She giggled softly. "We need to get a flashy convertible, and *then* do this more often." She raised an eyebrow. "You have two cars, after all. Only problem is, this is only a three car garage." "There's a simple solution to that, my dear." He grinned at her as he rolled out onto the road. "Build another garage." And with that, he hit the gas, heading into town for the promised treat. She shook her head. "How about another three car garage? We could build up a collection. Or we could even have a boat, or a motor home." "We could have two stables - one for horses and one for cars." Anton grinned as he hit the main road and headed north. It was a five minute drive to the local Dairy Queen. And Anton had to admit that Bryn had a good idea. He had almost forgotten how good a chocolate dipped cone could be. Despite the car having a perfectly good air conditioner, Bryn rolled her window down and settled her arm in the empty space. "You know, I know it's a horrible thing to say, but I can't wait until my mother goes home." Anton nodded. "I know that feeling my dear. And it might be better if she does leave soon." It did seem somewhat mean spirited to say that, but if she was interfering in Bryn's attempts to get better, it would be the best thing to happen. "Has she said if she's still planning to leave soon?" "I didn't ask," Bryn said, unable to screen the irritation out of her voice. "I certainly hope she is. I might go insane if she doesn't. And you already know what that's like." Anton reached over and squeezed her knee. "Maybe we can convince her to stay with the werewolves. I'm certain that Seth can convince her to go home." Bryn gave him a grim smile. "I don't even think I want to inflict her on Seth. Too bad we can't send her over to nag at Marrok for a while." Anton let out a loud chuckle as he pulled into a parking spot. "My dear, that would be a horrible thing to do. Even to Marrok." He got out of the car and hurried around to her side before she could get out. "And what are you hungry for? A shake? Banana split? Or an old fashioned cone?" "A chocolate dipped, chocolate cone sounds good to me." Getting out of the car, she waited for him to lock it before reaching for his hand. "And maybe some fries. Now that I don't gain weight, I like pigging out. Hey, there's a bonus for you--I'll never look like my mother." Anton laughed. "I hadn't thought of that, my dear. Any of it." Squeezing her hand, he led her inside. He ordered two chocolate dipped cones (one vanilla and one chocolate ice cream) and a double order of french fries. "You are willing to share the fries, I hope," he winked at her. She gave him an innocent stare. "Maybe." With a smile, she let go of his hand and walked over to grab some napkins. "What are you gonna give me for them?" He could think of several things he could give her for them. But glancing around at the public place with some children present, they wouldn't be appropriate for him to say. "Well, how about a kiss?" he offered. Bryn also glanced around, before leaning really close and whispering in his ear, "How about a different kind of kiss?" Anton arched an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "What kind of kiss?" he whispered back. "The kind you can't do with an audience...unless you want to get arrested." "Oooo. That definitely sounds worth some french fries." Anton offered her his arm. "So shall we skip the statue and get a hotel room instead?" She smiled. "Just what kind of woman do you take me for, slick?" "A very beautiful one," he said. "So shall we move this conversation to the car?" She gave him an enigmatic smile, took her cone and fries from the server, and headed for the door. "Coming, sugar?" Fighting to remember that yes, there were kids around despite the lateness of the hour, he bit back his first response. But once they were out away from everyone, he opened the car door. "I hope to be soon, my dear." She grinned at him as she sat down, setting her bag of fries on her lap so she could buckle her seat belt. "So tell me about this statue you're taking me to." "It's a statue of Father Junipero Serra. He was a Franciscan priest who founded a string of missions up and down the coast of California. This is a statue of him off of Highway 280 built in his honor. It's also known for being 'dressed up' on occasion to look like one of Stanford's football players. Oh, and it's said that if you look at it a certain way, it's said that you can see the head of a donkey." Bryn frowned skeptically. "A donkey? It doesn't sound like much of a tribute, if you can see an ass in the statue." "Well, you have to hold your head a certain way and squint," Anton admitted. "Otherwise, it's just the fold of his robe hanging down as he points." "Uh huh." She bit in to her cone, moaning at the chocolatey goodness. "I think you're making it up. You're going to wait until I'm squinting for a good twenty minutes before you laugh and tell me it was a joke." "I'm being honest about this one, my dear," Anton said with a teasing grin. "I know I pulled a joke on you about Coit Tower being modeled after a nozzle on a fireman's hose, but this time I'm completely serious." She snorted, pulling a piece of chocolate off her ice cream with her teeth. After crunching on it for a bit, she swallowed and said, "Are we even gonna be able to see this donkey in the dark?" "We should be able to," he said as he pulled onto the highway. It was about a half hour's drive to the statue, which was almost midway between San Francisco and San Jose. "Can you see the donkey, my dear?" he asked as he pulled into the rest area that surrounded the statue. Bryn sat forward, squinting as told. Then quickly lapped up a spill on her dripping ice cream cone. Back to squinting. "No. You're so making this up. And is it just me, or did he steal that pose from Elvis?" Anton laughed. "No, and you're tilting your head the wrong way." He adjusted her head, letting his fingertips rub against her temple. "Make his fingers the donkey's ears..." "Oh, that...hey! He looks like Donkey, from Shrek!" Anton tilted his head to one size and squinted as well. "What do you mea... hey, he does look like Donkey." She looked back at him. "You better not be making fun of me, or you'll be wearing your cone." "I swear, my dear," he said, holding one hand up. "I've seen the donkey, but I've never seen him as Donkey." He gestured outside with his head. "Do you want to get a closer look at the statue?" She nodded, unbuckling and opening her door. "I still think he's one cape short of doing an Elvis." Getting out, she shut the door with her butt and then walked around to take his hand. "Junipero has left the building." "Come on," Anton said, leading her to the base of the statue. "You can see the name of each of the missions he founded carved here in the base," he said. Guiding her around the statue, the moment they were out of sight of the traffic. Pulling her close, he looked deep into her eyes. His lips parted as he leaned in close... ...and took a big lick off of her cone. "You brat! Eat your own!" She couldn't help giggling as she pushed him away. "You know, I never said I'd share my ice cream, just my fries. Now you really have to do something good to make up for it." Anton gave her a devilish grin. He was glad to see her mood lifting after the darkness that surrounded her earlier in the evening. "Perhaps with that kiss you mentioned earlier?" "I don't know if that's going to cut it. You may just have to get creative." Licking her ice cream in to a cylinder, she opened her mouth around it and swallowed it rather suggestively, before pulling back with half of the ice cream gone. Anton let out a visible shudder. "And how creative do you want me to be? Because I am certain you can definitely inspire me. And remember." He leaned in closer to whisper to her ear. "I still have half an ice cream cone left." "So do I...what's your point?" "It can be an aid to my creativity." "I think I have a better idea." She licked her lips, taking her time in voicing her request...as if giving herself a moment to back out. "Would you let me watch you hunt?" "Now?" Anton asked, a stunned look crossing his face. He hadn't expected that request. "Yeah, but we'll have to head back to the city. This isn't exactly prime hunting grounds." She nodded. "Okay. We don't have to go right this minute. In fact, you don't have to do that at all, if you're uncomfortable with it." "No, it's just a bit unexpected." Anton stepped forward to stroke a lock of hair back from her temple. "I had intended to teach you how to hunt. I just wasn't thinking that it would be tonight." Stepping back, he offered his arm. "Shall we, my dear?" She gave him a sheepish smile. "I didn't say I wanted to learn tonight...I just want to watch you. I know I used to have mixed emotions about watching you hunt. I think that might have changed now." Anton smiled as well. "Okay. Tonight you'll watch only." He led her back to the car, a small smile on his face. There was a trace of nervousness. In addition to his vampire mate watching him, this would be the first time he had hunted since leaving for Hawaii. Bryn was hurrying to finish her cone. She suddenly didn't think she would have much of an appetite for the fries, though. She was nervous as well, even though she wouldn't be participating. After all of those speeches she'd made to him about how the cows could replace his need to prey on humans, she was asking him to hunt anyway. "I hope you don't think I'm a hypocrite because of this." Reaching the Jaguar, he opened the glove compartment before letting her inside. He showed her the wallet, which was filled with fake credit cards and IDs not in his real name. "Lesson one. If you're going to hunt pickpockets, make sure you have a fake wallet for him to steal." She raised her eyebrows. "And where exactly do I get one of those? The fake ID store?" "They're surprisingly easy to obtain. We'll get you a couple later." He kissed her cheek lightly and stepped back to close the door. He took a deep breath as he crossed behind the car and got in on the driver's side. "I know we talked about it some, my dear, but how much of the hunt did you see in London?" "Just the end, really. Enough to know what alley to find you in." Her voice had quieted some, remembering the verbal beating she'd given him after seeing what she did. Anton reached over and gave her knee a squeeze as he nodded. "Okay. This is what I'm going to do. I'm going to do some late night window shopping in a not so safe area of town. Someone should approach me in less than five minutes." He started the car and drove back into San Francisco. "Do you have any questions before we begin?" Watching his face, she asked, "Are you nervous?" Anton took another deep breath, deciding to be honest. "Yes," he said. "This is the first time I've been hunting since before Hawaii, Bryn. And I want to impress you." She released a soft laugh. "I hate to admit this, Anton, but you don't have to try very hard at all to impress me. You do it all the time." Anton smiled. "Well, that's some pressure off of me." The drive took about half an hour. It had been a while since he had hunted, so it took a little time to remember where the best place to park was. Already he was aware of several people making note of his nice car in the run down area. He pulled over and parked. "Come with me, my dear. And no matter what happens, do not be afraid." "Are you sure they're going to approach you if I'm with you? Maybe I should hang behind a bit, or stay in the car?" Anton thought for a moment. "Hang back. I can't guarantee where I'll be attacked, so if you want to be certain to see, you'll need to follow me." "Okay." She got out of the car a bit nervously. Deciding she was uncomfortable with leaving her purse in the car, she slung it over her shoulder and locked the door behind her. Even with the street lights, this part of the city looked abnormally dark, as if its own malice hung like a black cloud in the air. Swallowing, she watched him start to walk away and waited a bit before starting to follow. Anton kept his pace slow, seemingly wandering aimlessly. He looked into windows, seeming to stare at the displays, but watching in the reflection behind him. He could see Bryn, and then some movement behind her. Anton fought to keep his shoulders from tensing as an ugly thought crossed his mind. He looked like easy prey, but so did she. It appeared that he wouldn't be attacked at this moment. So Anton moved on, skipping a few buildings before repeating his stop and stare at the window routine. All the time one eye or ear was on Bryn. But if he wasn't attacked soon, he'd wander back to the car and try another block. There were nights where it seemed impossible to find anyone, and others where your meal practically fell into your fangs. Sighing as he started to walk again, Bryn looked down at her feet and tried not to let anyone know she was following him. She even stopped walking a time or two, looking at a pawn shop, hoping to look like she was alone. Maybe he was more likely to get "lucky" if she was a few more steps behind. Or so she theorized...until she realized it wasn't him they were watching. Suddenly looking up as a straggly-haired man was bearing down on her, she started to hurry away, only to be literally picked up from behind and pushed towards the darkness of a nearby side street. Anton had meantime been watching another man, certain that he was about to be attacked. But when he looked in the reflection of the window, he saw nobody behind him. Not a would be mugger. And more importantly, not his wife. "Bryn?" he called out, the hunt forgotten. Listening keenly for any response, he jogged back towards where he had first spotted her, a growing worry gnawing at the pit of his stomach. "Gimme your purse, bitch!" The jerk had knocked her to her knees and was yanking on her purse strap, surprised that she wasn't meekly handing it over. Irritated with her, he slapped her across the face and grabbed the bag when she let loose. But he didn't see her eyes start to glow as he turned to run. It had all happened so quickly. One minute her heart was racing like a horse's, her fear causing her legs to turn to jelly. Stupidly, she hung on to her purse when she should have just let go and let him have it. She could replace everything inside. But when he slapped her, all logical thought fled. [That hurt, you fucker!] Before he could reach the end of the alley, she ran at him and knocked him to the ground...tackling him like any linebacker. She didn't question her sudden strength or stop to think when the breath left his lungs in a gust. Grabbing him by the hair, she ripped his head back and sank her fangs deep in to his neck, holding him down with her weight when he let out a loud squeal. Anton heard the cry of pain. His eyes began to flame as he ran for the alleyway it came from. His mate was in trouble and the beast in Anton was more than ready to defend her to the death. Hissing through bared fangs, he leapt into the alleyway and then stopped, stunned by what he was seeing. And then a surge of pride went through him. "That's my girl," he said, grinning." She lifted her head to look at him, her chin bloody, eyelids narrowing and a growl leaving her throat. As if he might come and steal her prize. The man below her was still flailing wildly, struggling to get free, and she returned to her task with gluttonous greed. Without looking, she slapped her purse out of his hand and rammed her knee into his groin from behind. Watching fascinated, Anton winced as the soon to be dead human's let out another cry of pain at the vicious blow. He let out a soft moan at the fire in her eyes, and couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire and jealousy, wishing he could be his neck her fangs were buried in, his blood sating her appetite. His ears were perked for anyone who might interrupt her feast, but he was unable to take his eyes from her. After drinking for a long while, Bryn pushed herself to her knees, panting heavily. Although the man was now mostly still, he was still taking shallow breaths. Looking to Anton, she shook her head. "It's too much. I can't finish it all." Anton stepped forward, eyes fixated on her ruby lips. Even with with the heavy scent of blood in the air, there was another hunger. Picking up the man, he tilted his head back, exposing his throat. But he continued bending until a loud snap was heard. Letting the corpse drop with a thud, he stepped over it and pushed Bryn against the wall. His fangs were bared as he bent his head to kiss her. Part of her had recoiled in shock at seeing what he did, but the human side of her was quickly drowned out by the animal that wanted his bod almost as much as it wanted blood. Jumping up in to his arms, she attacked his mouth, biting his lips and tongue as she ripped at his clothes. Anton let out a low growl as his hands also pulled at her clothes. He nipped at her lips with each frantic kiss, scratching her just enough to bring drops of blood to the surface. One hand slid down to work at her skirt, hiking it higher so he could easily reach her underwear. She couldn't seem to catch her breath, not that she really needed to. Shaking all over, she didn't give a second thought to whether or not they would be discovered, or the fact that the corpse was closer to the road than they were. Danger was more of a turn on anyway. She was hungry for him, frantic and eager, gripping him tight enough to leave white marks on his skin. She tore at his shirt, popping buttons free, and growling like a wild thing. His fingers finally were able to tangle in the bit of silk and lace between her legs. With a snarl he pulled it down and out of the way. And his fingers returned to probe over her slickness before plunging deep inside of her. Bryn squealed, the sound echoing in the damp alley. Scratching at his pants, she yanked the button open and hastily lowered the zipper. Gripping him even tighter, she sank her fangs in to his lip and drank eagerly. Anton's fingers pumped in and out of her relentlessly. Groaning at the feel of her fangs in his lip, he shook his hips so his jeans slid down his hips. He shoved her harder against the wall as he kissed her frantically. Her body jolting with every plunge of his fingers, Bryn pushed her hips harder against his hand. His kisses were almost brutal and she wasn't about to tell him to stop. In fact, she was encouraging him on, renewing her grip on him with bites and nips that he eagerly returned. He pulled away his hand, relishing the disappointed moan she let out. And then the louder squeal she let out as he shoved his cock inside of her. He didn't pause to stretch her, but started thrusting in a demanding pace. Screaming in shock, Bryn dug her fingernails deep in to his shoulders and her fangs deep in to his tongue. He was drilling deep in to her, filling her almost impossibly full, and she loved every minute of it. Anton let out a yelp at the feeling of her fangs in his tongue. And if anything, the pain spurred him on to thrust harder and faster, rubbing his pubic hair against her clit with each pass. Whining softly, Bryn released her bite and tilted her head back against the wall, smiling fiercely as her breasts shook. She held his molten gaze, urging him on as she whispered filthy things to him. His hands grasped at her hips tightly, pinning her in place. Anton let out another unearthly growl as he thrust harder and harder into her. He could feel his balls rising with each slap of their flesh. Panting hard, she pushed herself even harder against his groin and twitched powerfully as she started to cum. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her fangs glittering in the dim moonlight. "Oh, God, yes! Anton!" Anton let out an inhuman cry as he was mercilessly squeezed by her orgasm. "Yesssss!!!!" His thrusts became ragged as he came, and then he sagged against her. His forehead rested against hers as his breathing slowly returned to normal. Still whimpering, Bryn wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and buried her fingers in his hair. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins like fire, taking its sweet time in dissipating. Weak with exhaustion, she slumped limply against him and closed her weary eyes. He took a step back from the wall, feeling drained, blissful feeling running through him. "Bryn," he whispered. "Do you think you can stand?" He had to redress, and they had to hide the body better before they left. Dazed, she nodded and slowly lowered her feet to the ground. She stumbled a bit before regaining her balance, her legs slightly bowed for a moment. Fixing her clothing, she glanced back at the body and blinked a few times. "He..." She licked her lips. "He slapped me, Anton. And I saw him. I saw Justin. He was right there...and I wasn't going to let him do that to me again." She ran her fingers through her hair. "I didn't mean to do that. I didn't mean to kill him. But he shouldn't have hit me!" "No, he shouldn't have." Anton walked up behind her and pulled her close against his body. "I know what you mean though. Sometimes I see Victor before I feed. Or Natasha." Gently he turned her away from the corpse so she wouldn't obsess over it. "I thought that I would be the target, my dear. Not you. You did well, but I didn't intend for you to have to protect yourself. I'm sorry." She shook her head, pulling out of his grip again. It wasn't that she didn't want and crave his touch--it was more that she couldn't stand to be held still. She needed to move, to purge. "I'm not sorry. And you know what? I do feel guilty...but only because I'm not feeling guilty. I'm not upset. I'm glad he's dead. Isn't that twisted?" "Yes," Anton said cautiously, watching her move. "It is twisted. And that's how you learn to survive as a vampire. You learn to compartmentalize, to cut yourself off from your prey." He reached over to rest his hand on her shoulder. "It's normal, my dear. Especially for the first kill." Looking back at him, her eyes had a bit of trouble focusing on his face. "I can't stop shaking. Is that him or me?" "A bit of both," Anton said. It was possible that her attacker had been on something, and she was reacting to it. "Do you want me to take you back to the car, my dear?" "Shouldn't we do something about him? Someone will see him." "I'll take care of it my dear," Anton said. He stepped away from her and picked up the body, carrying it deeper into the shadows. This would be a lesson for another night... the way to hide the marks of a vampire's bite. Most of the forensic detectives assumed that the lack of blood at the scene was more due to the body being killed elsewhere and dumped where it was found. When he returned, his arms were empty. "Let's go, my dear." He wanted to keep her talking, wanted to get her home where they were safe. And the sooner the better. Pausing towards the entrance of the alley, she picked up her purse, wiping away mud and debris. Still irritated, she glanced back to where he'd carried the body and scowled. "Jerk. This was my good purse, too." Anton laughed. "We'll get you another one, my dear." Glad to be out of the alley, he lead her towards the car. "And would it be horrible for me to say, my dear, that you were very sexy?" She glanced sideways at him. "Really? Didn't feel much like it. Felt dirty to me...in the grimy sense." Anton grinned as he deactivated the car alarm. "It didn't look dirty, my dear." He opened the door for her. "It was hard to not be jealous the way your fangs were sunk deep in his neck. And your eyes were on fire, my dear. I wanted it to be me so badly..." Settling in to her seat, she couldn't help smirking. "Maybe you should try attacking me some time." Anton returned her smile with one of his own, fangs bared. "The thought has crossed my mind, my dear." Still smiling as he walked around the car to his own side, Bryn felt her jitters dissolving in to something else entirely. Quickly shutting her door and buckling her seat belt, she turned a bit to face him as he sat down. "Really? Just recently, or have you had thoughts of attacking me before?" "Before, while you were human." It was a bit embarrassing to admit to those feelings in some ways. "I couldn't then, because I was afraid of losing control and hurting you." As he started the car, he looked at her with a speculative gleam in his eyes. "But now, my dear..." "Now you don't care about hurting me?" she teased. "Actually, seeing how you kicked that guy, I should be worried about you hurting me." Bryn laughed. "Damn right. I could do some damage." Reaching over, she settled her hand on his thigh as he started the car. "God, Anton...I'm almost looking forward to that counseling session tomorrow. If Mom gives me any crap, I'll just flash my fangs at her!" Anton's grin grew wider at the mental image. And the fact that Bryn was feeling better. Plus the hand caressing his thigh made an nice bonus as well. "So what do you say we go home so we can flash our fangs at each other, my dear?" "I say, I can't wait. So drive fast." "Yes, my dear." But it wouldn't do to draw attention to them so near to the corpse. So he pulled onto the street, obeying the speed limit. Or at least until he hit the freeway. Bryn watched him breathlessly, stroking her fingers across the inner seam of his jeans. The firmer her touch, the faster he drove, and she couldn't contain her smile. She only hoped her mother didn't decide to wake up the minute they rushed in the door. Anton practically vibrated under her touch. He kept pressing his foot against the gas, speeding them along. His thoughts were only on getting her home, and in the bedroom as soon as possible. He barely gave the automatic gate time to roll open before he was roaring through it. Giggling softly, Bryn pulled her hand back in to her own lap in the hopes that he wouldn't crash in to the garage door. Her newfound ability was an exciting thing, and she couldn't wait to tell Lindy. But she would be waiting...probably all day and night, if the gleam in Anton's eyes was any indication. He pulled the car short a few inches of the garage. And he slammed the car out of gear, opening the door in almost the same movement. Leaving the car for the werewolves to pull into the garage. Running around to Bryn's side, he practically yanked her out of the vehicle and pulled her towards the house. His other hand was fumbling with his keys. She let out a squeak as he dragged her after him, considering herself lucky he hadn't pulled her arm out of the socket. Gripping his hand just as tightly as he held hers, she shifted impatiently next to him as he struggled with the door lock. "I hope we don't break the bed." Anton gave her a wide smile as he finally unlocked the door. "My dear, that sounds like an admirable goal." He opened the door and pulled her through it. It was tempting to push her against it and begin making out here and now. And normally he would have. Except that Bryn's mother was in the house. "Upstairs," he moaned softly. Stopping in front of him, she dropped her purse on the floor, placed her hands on his shoulders, and jumped in to his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and nodded. "Upstairs." He nodded, but had to stop for a moment to kiss her mouth, caressing a fang. He worked his ways towards the stairway by feel, too enamored of the feel of her fangs gliding against his tongue to open his eyes. Reaching the stairwell, he started to climb it slowly, still kissing his wife. Moaning softly in to his mouth, Bryn hung on tightly and silently wished that her mother wasn't in the house. She wanted to go wild, to let him have his way with her in every room of the house, and to scream to her hearts content. It would be a challenge to keep quiet with her here. The way she was feeling now, she was fairly certain her mother could have heard her scream even if she was still in Baltimore. Slowly he made his way to the top of the stairs. And in relative silence he managed to navigate the hall. And quietly he closed the door. And then he pressed Bryn against it, kissing her feverishly. Pinning her against the door with his body, his fingers began to undo her clothes, seeking bare flesh. Panting heavily already, Bryn clawed at his clothes as well, scratching at the skin underneath. Her thighs squeezed him powerfully, the heels of her boots digging in to the back of his legs. Frustrated when he couldn't take her shirt off fast enough, she muttered, "Just rip it!" Anton let out a hiss at the scratches she was inflicting. There were times he wished that he wouldn't heal so quickly, so he could wear with pride Bryn's marks of love. Growling slightly, he grabbed two handfuls of fabric and pulled, sending buttons flying everywhere. Dropping the newly made rags, he pulled his shirt off and began working on her jeans. She'd jumped when her breasts bounced free, surprised to see that he'd not only ripped her shirt but her bra as well. [At least it wasn't one of my good ones.] Leaning towards him, she twisted awkwardly around his body, trying to yank her boots off as well. It wasn't easy given his hands smashed between them and the fact that he was still kissing her. Every few seconds he slammed her harder against the door to keep his grip on her, rattling the wood in its frame. Deciding that the door was making too much noise, he spun around, staggering over to the bed. He groaned as they bounced on the mattress, but quickly sat up on his knees. With a frustrated growl he peeled her boots off, following with her skirt and panties. Staring at her, he backed off the bed so he could let his jeans and boxers fall as well. Watching him eagerly between her spread legs, she lifted her hands to squeeze her breasts. Pressing her feet to the mattress, she pushed her hips up in the air and licking her lips, teasing him as much as herself. "I don't want you to stop fucking me until neither one of us can move a muscle." Anton let out another growl as he knelt on the bed. Panther like, he prowled up the length of her body. Fangs extending, he scratched his lower lip before pressing a bloody kiss to her mouth. Arching his back, he let the head of his cock rub back and forth between her legs before he sank inside of her. Gasping loudly, she bit down on his lip at the same second her hips surged up towards his. Squeezing him tightly both inside and out, she sucked eagerly at his wound, relishing the taste of his blood. There was a definite taste difference between human and cow blood, and she wasn't quite sure which one she liked better. Maybe it would take more sampling. Letting out a soft moan, Anton's hips began a relentless pace. His fangs scored her lips as they kissed, mingling the flavor of her blood with his. He wanted to do just what she asked, fuck her until they were too stiff and sore to move. And then give them an hour to recover, so they could begin again. Whimpering, Bryn grabbed her legs behind her knees and pulled her legs up closer to her body. Opening herself up wider to him, she rocked her hips and quivered in ecstasy. His sharp kisses made her turn even more aggressive with her own, until they were snapping at each other playfully. His hands wandered over her chest, fingers digging in whenever he managed to catch his fangs on her lips or her tongue. But soon his kisses moved lower, working over her chin and jaw, leaving little pinpricks with just the tips of his fangs. Then he stretched up to give her cheeks the same treatment, leaving his throat taut and exposed before her. She purred beneath him, lifting to lick a long stripe up the side of his neck. His pulse pounded under her tongue, nearly begging her to spear his veins, and she couldn't resist such an enticing offer. Fangs sharpening further, she bit hard in to his neck and held on tight, drinking in strong, even swallows. Anton let out a loud cry as her fangs latched on. This was what he had been wanting since he had seen her in the alley. This was what he had wanted since she had asked him to hunt. And this was what was causing his balls to rise, but he tried to concentrate on other things. He wasn't ready to end this pleasure just yet. Moaning loudly, Bryn scratched her nails down his back and squeezed his ass hard. She knew he was getting close to cumming and was encouraging him towards completion. Sucking harder, with both her mouth and her sex, she squealed as he shoved himself in deep, and started to shudder as she felt him shooting deep inside her. When it was just her fangs, he could hold off. But when she started sucking him and felt her nails bite into his flesh, Anton had no choice. He let out a loud yell, letting everything go. But he continued to keep moving, trying to extract for her that last ounce of pleasure that reduced her to a boneless sensation beneath him. She was shaking but hadn't quite reached her peak yet. Grabbing his hand, she wedged it between them and encouraged him to start stroking her. If that didn't work...well, he'd just have to keep going. He caught on immediately and began a gently touch, which grew firmer and firmer as he softened. Letting out a snarl of his own, he tore his neck from her mouth and ducked his head before she could retaliate. His fangs sank deep into her neck as he pressed hard against her clit. Shocked out of her languorous drinking, she screamed as he pierced her, twitching hard as he forced her in to orgasm. Her nails bit in to his skin so hard she was certain to have drawn blood...and was lucky she didn't tear one. He jerked above her, body almost convulsing at the suddenness of her pleasure. But he didn't let go of her throat. He continued to drink, growling at the pain/pleasure of her nails raking his flesh. They may not have broken the bed, but it would be hell to get the bloodstains out of the sheets. Moaning with each exhale, Bryn sank back against the bedspread and sprawled her limbs. Despite the need to catch her breath, she already wanted to do it again. Only then did Anton let go of her. And only after another snapping kiss to her neck. But slowly he went limp against her, his lips brushing her ear. For a moment, there was nothing in the house but the sound of their breathing. Giggling softly, Bryn opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. "If I'd known all I had to do was feed to get you this excited, I would have done it a long time ago." Anton chuckled, nuzzling her softly. "If I had known all you had to do was feed to get me this excited, I would have Transformed you a lot sooner." Sliding her leg over his hip, she settled her calf on his ass. "So now what? You need more time to rest, old man?" "I may need a minute or two, my dear," he said. Grinning, Anton rolled over so she was on top. "So why don't you entertain me? See if you can spur on my recovery?" Climbing off of him, she hovered over him on her hands and knees. "Entertain you? I'm not quite sure how I'd go about doing that." Sitting up next to him, she squirmed on her heels, pressing her breasts together as she shrugged her shoulders. "Any suggestions?" He smiled at her, showing a hint of fang. "You could keep that up," he said, crossing his hands behind her head. "Of course, a closer view would always be nice as well." "You sure about that?" Bryn asked, glancing over her shoulder. "Seems to me, you might like the view better if I were facing the other way." "My dear, I think I would adore the view either way." His hands slid up her body to cup her full breasts. "And I think I'm about done resting." "In that case, I have an idea. Why don't you pick out one of our toys, and I'll close my eyes so it will be a surprise." Anton arched an eyebrow. "In that case, you will have to get off of me," he said, giving her breasts a slight squeeze. Moving to his side, she leaned back until she was on her butt, spreading her legs for him. Licking her lips, she said, "Hurry." It was tempting to forego the toys. Or actually just use the six foot one that she knew was her favorite. Instead he leaned over the edge of the bed and opened the drawer on the small chest on the bed. Grabbing a vibrator at random out of the box, he thumbed it on. "You know we're going to have to start locking this drawer," he said as he ran the tip up the inside of one thigh. She jumped when the buzzing started. The vibrator seemed abnormally loud, and she wasn't so sure her mother wouldn't hear it...but she decided she didn't care. "Just who do you think will snooping it our room? Even if Max did find it, he wouldn't recognize it from any other toy." "True," Anton said. "But you know we've been teaching him about sharing," he said as he ran the vibrator over the outer edges of her sex. "Would you really want him to ïshare' one of these toys with Kat or Liam? Or show them off to Nate and Lindy?" She shivered lightly, lifting her hips. "Well...no...but what makes you think...they don't have toys of their own?" "I should hope they don't have toys like this," Anton said as he lightly ran the vibrator directly over her clit. "Ohhhh!" The sensation was so intense she actually backed away from it a bit. Thighs quivering, she couldn't find the will to answer him...or remember what they'd been talking about to begin with. Anton smiled at her response, backing away and resuming circling around her clit. "You enjoy that, my dear," he murmured in a low voice? "Would you like to do that to me?" She opened her eyes to slits, giving him a smirk. "Maybe later." "I'll keep you to your promise," Anton said as he let the vibrator rest on her clit again. Bryn squeaked again, throwing her head back and pushing her hips forward. Before long, she was flat on the bed, writhing against the intense sensation, her moans echoing off the walls. There was a slightly evil glint to his eyes as he watched her squirm. Just as she was about to peak, he pulled the vibrator away. She let out a soft sob, weakly lifting her head to look at him over her heaving breasts. "You're...trying...to kill me...aren't you?" "I thought I already did." Anton put the vibrator to one side and shifted on the bed, backing away from her body. "Besides," he said as he lowered his head between her legs. "I thought you might enjoy this better," he said before lapping at her clit. She let out a sound that was somewhere between a grunt and a squeal, grabbing his head and nearly smashing his face in to her. Her fingers fisted in his hair. "Mmmmph..." Anton grunted, afraid that she was about to break his nose. But that didn't stop his eager lapping and stroking of her thighs. Reaching above her head for something to grab on to, anything to anchor herself, she found nothing but the blankets. Undulating against his tongue, her moans growing louder with every second, she finally found sweet release and almost sang out her joy. Anton continued to lap at her until she pulled away slightly. There was a smug grin on his face as he looked up at her. "Enjoyed that, my dear?" Still moaning, she flopped her limbs back to the bed and struggled to catch her breath. After a long few minutes, she was able to murmur, "Uh huh..." "Good," Anton said, climbing up along her body. His erection prodded her thigh, hard and demanding attention. "And would you care to return the favor?" "You'll have to move closer and put a pillow under my head...you broke me again." "Hmm, do I need to learn to be more careful with my toys?" "Yes." As he crawled closer, she did manage to lift her hands and grasp the back of his thighs. "That does look quite tasty, sugar." Anton settled next to her on his side, head propped up on one arm. "Well, maybe you should demonstrate how gentle I need to be?" She gave him a slight pout. "I thought I was returning the favor? Why are you laying down?" "Oh, so you still want me to do the work?" Anton shifted to straddle her chest. "That was the general idea," she said, smiling sweetly. "Doesn't seem fair," Anton pouted. "Or is this a way to teach me to be more gentle with my toys?" "You certainly whine a lot." Sitting up a bit more, she said, "Actually, it's more comfortable for me that way. And I thought I might be able to give you better attention that way. But since you're bitching about it, never mind. Lay down." Anton immediately drooped his shoulders. "I'm sorry, my dear. I didn't even think about that. He gestured her to lay back down. "Please, do get comfortable." She laughed, pushing him down on the bed. "Man, when did you turn in to such a wuss?" Forcing his wrists to the mattress, she straddled him and grinned down ferally at him. "And here I thought you were this big, bad vampire." Anton wiggled beneath her. "Maybe I know when to submit to a bigger, badder vampire," he said sticking out his tongue. "Maybe badder...but I take exception to the bigger part." Sitting down on his stomach, directly in front of his cock, she stared down at him. "You know, the only reason I took that guy was because I got him by surprise. It's not as if there was a lot of finesse involved." "Oh trust me, my dear. You did excellent. A lot better than I did my first time." He Arched his hips, trying to catch her attention. "But is this really a discussion we want to have right now?" She smiled sweetly. "Would you rather discuss what school Max should go to when he hits preschool age?" "Hmmm," Anton said, reaching forward to stroke along the curve of her leg. "I was really thinking that conversation really wasn't necessary at all at the moment." "Ohh..." She leaned down, whispering close to his ear. "Did you want me to suck your cock, sugar?" He shivered at her words heating his skin. "That would be nice, my dear." Giving him one last long stare, she lifted herself up once more and backed towards the end of the bed. She sat down on his shins and couldn't resist leaning back to lightly tickle the soles of his feet. Grinning as he squirmed beneath her, she leaned forward and planted her hands alongside his hips, breathing hot and heavy over his sensitive cock. He gasped and squirmed as Bryn tortured him. And squirmed harder as Bryn pleasured him. "And what can I do to encourage you on, my dear?" And as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he realized his mistake. He should have specified his cock and not tickling his feet. She looked up at him and arched an eyebrow. "Well..." She pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock. "You could tell me about all of the nasty things you're going to do to me as soon as I'm done." "Let's see..." Anton appeared to be going over a mental checklist. "Do you recall where we left the handcuffs?" She let her hair fall forward, obscuring her face as rubbed her lips back and forth around the head of his cock. "Yeah, I left them at my girlfriend's house." "Your girlfriend's house?" Anton arched an eyebrow and let out a heartfelt moan at the feel of her lips dampening his cock. "Won't Lindy be jealous?" he asked as he forced one hand to unclench and let go of the blanket beneath him. "What makes you think I wasn't talking about Lindy?" Wrapping her mouth around him, she left him with that image in his head as she swallowed and sucked at him. Anton let out a loud gasp, hips leaving the bed. He had to concentrate hard on not cumming then and there with her sweet mouth playing over him. "Of course..." he gasped when he was finally able to draw air. "I'd wonder when you had time to play with her. I thought I did a good job of keeping you busy." She let out a soft sound of amusement, her mouth vibrating around him. Softly scratching at his hairy thighs, she released him from her mouth to lick long stripes up each side of his cock in turn. She moaned at the familiar and delicious taste of him. Anton let out a soft groan at the slightly ticklish sensation on his thighs. His urge was to start lifting his hips in an attempt to guide her, but held still and let her set the pace. But his hands dug into the sheets, fisting in the fabric. Swallowing him again, she squirmed against the mattress and whimpering softly. She was eager to have him inside her again, but wasn't about to stop giving him what he wanted. She lifted her hand to caress his balls, lightly rolling them in her palm. The soft slurping sounds her lips were creating were just as arousing the taste and scent of his sex. His moans were growing louder the more that she caressed and licked him. But he wanted more. "Bryn, please..." he whispered, pleading with his eyes. She sucked harder at him, wrapping her fingers in a ring around the base of his cock to follow the up and down movement of her mouth. She pulled at him, lifting his balls and urging him closer to orgasm. Part of her wished she had two mouths, so one could keep sucking him while the other whispered all sorts of nasty things in his ears. To tell him how good he tasted, how big and thick he was, how hard she was going to make him cum. He couldn't resist any longer. He pulled her head off of his cock. Taking her shoulders, he rolled her onto her back and with one smooth movement he pushed inside of her. And he started pumping his hips in a rapid, demanding pace. He wasn't going to last long, and he intended to wring out every bit of pleasure he could for them. She squealed, twitching as she wrapped herself tight around him. Unable to keep quiet as he pummeled her, she curled forward, grunting with every slap of his hips, biting his shoulder with blunt teeth. Squeezing him tightly, she shoved her hand between them and started rapidly rubbing her clit, squealing even louder, her hips shuddering, her cunt rippling, and screamed shrilly as she came hard around his thick cock. Anton let out a loud yell of his own as he felt himself being squeezed incredibly tightly. His hands tightened around her shoulders as he breathed heavily, his fangs descending. But he didn't bite her. He didn't have the energy. "Bryn, I think this time you broke me." Panting, still releasing soft whines every now and then, Bryn nuzzled his neck. "God...yes..." Anton let out a soft chuckle. "You wanted to break me?" She grinned, pushing her hair out of her face. "No. I was saying, God, yes, I think I'm broken, too. I think we may finally need to take a break. And maybe even refuel. Think we could get away with raiding the fridge while naked?" Anton glanced towards the windows. The light triggered blinds had automatically lowered. "My guess is not, my dear. It's after sunrise, so your mother might be up and around." She made a soft sound of disappointment. "Yet another reason we need a mini fridge in the bedroom." Rubbing her nose against his chest, she groaned. "I guess I'll have to do without a snack, 'cause I'm not going down there. But maybe we could move this party under the covers and take a quick nap?" "That sounds like a wonderful idea, my dear." Anton stretched out next to her and pulled the blanket up over her shoulders. "Nap first, and then party more later?" She smiled, nodding. "Definitely. Especially if we get to break each other a few more times." End Chapter One Hundred Forty-eight <- Previous Chapter | Home | Next Chapter ->