Chapter One Hundred Fifty-five It was a Wednesday when he showed up, after having talked to the werewolves on the phone. And since he needed to make a trip to San Francisco anyway, he thought a trip to Rudenko's Antiques was warranted. Especially since Anton deserved a good ass kicking for not letting his friend know he was back in town. With the secretary keeping mum about his impromptu visit, Mack knocked on Anton's office door and quietly entered when Anton said, "Come in." "I sure hope you were busy, and I didn't just get kicked off your list of people to call when you got home." Anton looked up from the paperwork he was signing, a smirk on his face. "Michelle, we need to fire security. They're just letting anyone walk in off the street." He stood up and walked around the desk to offer Mack his hand. "I'm sorry, Mack. Things have been insane at home. But I don't have any excuse for not calling you." Mack rolled his eyes, bypassing the offered hand and giving Anton a bear hug instead. He patted his friend twice on the back before pulling back. "Yeah, right. You were too busy..." He paused, clearly about to say something else when he spotted Anton's secretary watching them. "With your wife." "Well, there is that too." Anton shut the door behind his friend and waved him over to the chairs in front of the desk. "And the fact that her mother is moving in with us. Well, not with us exactly since we're having another house put up for her." He also took a seat near Mack, but without the desk between them as a barrier. "So how much were you told about the situation? I know that you were contacted by Lindy's parents, but I'm not certain how discrete they were." "Your mother-in-law is moving in?" Mack snorted. "I certainly didn't know that. All they said was that you were back. I'd been keeping up with the training for your colts for a while...and then they told me you might not be coming back. What the hell happened?" "After the last six months I had, my mother-in-law moving in will be a cake walk." Anton took a deep breath. "It all started back when Bryn took that job at the gallery..." He told Mack the whole story, from Justinius' attack to Kat's birth to his almost execution. "...And I'm still getting my bearings, Mack. I'm sorry I didn't call you." Mack's eyebrows were raised, and he whistled softly. "After all that, I feel bad for even bringing it up. No wonder you didn't call. You're doing okay now, right? And how is the rest of your family?" "We're getting by," Anton said. "Counseling, adapting, sometimes it's getting back in the day to day schedule that's the most distracting." Anton sat back and let out a sigh. ''Right now it's easy to pretend that everything is nice and normal, but other days it gets tricky." Mack nodded, still digesting the whole story. "And on top of that, you're adding your mother-in-law? Is that really such a great idea? "I'm not," Anton admitted. "But we didn't feel comfortable letting her live out of sight if she's in the area. We still have some enemies who might try to get to us through her." "Why is she moving out here?" Mack joked, "to meddle in your lives? That's the only reason I ever saw my mother-in-law." "Apparently, Bryn's father served her with divorce papers." Anton sat back in the chair. "And, get this. Bryn's brother decided that he had enough of his mother helping raise his kids, kicked her out." Wrinkling his nose, Mack sat forward in his chair. "And that isn't a big enough hint for you?" "Call me oblivious." Anton glanced at the clock. "I think that the tavern down the street is still open. You up to a late dinner?" "Yeah. It's not going to get you in trouble with the Mrs, is it?" "If it does, I'll be certain to enjoy making it up to her." Chuckling, Mack stood up. "Damn I miss that. I'm getting old, you know. I'm surprised it hasn't shriveled up and pull back inside me like a turtle's head." Anton spoke to him in a mock lecturing tone as he stood. "Don't talk to me about getting old. I would go decades between wives." And then his voice became more serious. "But really, how are you doing?" "Shitty. I miss women. There's an incredible shortage of dateable women in my line of work. And I doubt that will change any time soon." "Well, most of the women I know would eat you for lunch." He paused you for a moment. "Seriously. They would." "I believe you," Mack said. Opening the door, he gestured for Anton to precede him. On the way out, he gave a little wave to his friend's secretary. "Have a good night, Michelle." Anton quirked an eyebrow as Michelle, phone cradled against her ear, waved an animated goodbye at Mack. As they stepped into the elevator, Anton just looked at him. "What? Would you rather I flipped her off?" Anton shook his head. "And how long have you known Michelle's name?" "I'm not an ass, you know. I do say hello to people. I wasn't born in a barn...I just work in one." There was a smug grin on Anton's face. "You just told me you were worried about turning turtle, and then I see you flirting with my secretary." "Jesus, Anton, if you think saying hello is flirting, your wife better sew your mouth shut." Anton shook his head again as the elevator doors opened on the ground level. "Come on. I'll buy you a beer so I can watch you not flirt with the waitress." Mack rolled his eyes. "Believe it or not, despite my perpetual horniness, she's not my type. She's too tiny, for one thing. I'd be afraid of breaking her." "Hmmm." Anton rolled his eyes heavenwards. "I seem to remember a similar comment regarding Chandra." Mack swore beneath his breath. "I never should have said a word." That caught Anton's attention. "You *are* attracted to her." "I didn't say that. She's not ugly. I like looking at her. But you can stop playing match-matcher because it's not going to happen. No matter how much you gossip like a school girl about it." "Uh huh, Mack. And for the record, I don't gossip like a school girl, just titter." "You couldn't be any more school girl if you wearing a skirt and pigtails." "Well, long hair was in fashion when I grew up...." "That doesn't surprise me." He knew he was going to regret his next words, but he couldn't help saying it. "Besides, isn't your secretary married?" "Single." "And you would know, Liz Smith." Without a response to that, Anton just smirked at his friend. After a late dinner for Mack and a late lunch for him, Anton returned to the warehouse to finish up his paperwork and then it was home. And much to Mack's disgust, there was a small smirk on his face throughout their meal. One that he was still wearing when he pulled into the garage. And still on his face when he walked in to kiss Bryn hello. "Good evening, my dear." She smiled at him, kissing him softly. She was rubbing Katerina's back as the baby snoozed on her lap, her head settled on Bryn's chest. Next to her on the couch, Max used the pillows to help himself stand and reached insistently for Anton. "Well, you just missed my mother. She went to bed. Or did you plan it that way?" Anton pulled Max into his lap. "Coincidence, my dear. I fully expected to see her tonight." He kissed Max on his head. "And how has your day been? She hasn't managed to drive you crazy yet?" Bryn rolled her eyes. "Only by being excessively nice. It's really freaky. I keep waiting for her to unzip her skin and have someone else step out." She nodded her head towards the kitchen. "She even came with me to the grocery store so she could keep an eye on the kids while I shopped. Do you even know when the last time was that I was able to shop the whole store? Probably back before Hawaii." "Wow," Anton said. "And to add to the back before Hawaii list, guess who stopped by work today." He paused for a moment. "Mack came in to say hello. And I brought him up to speed on the situation." "Oh good. I was just thinking the other day that you should call him, but then something happened and I forgot all about it. How is he doing?" "He's doing okay. He was ready to kick my ass for not telling him I was back in town, and the fact that the werewolves were very cryptic didn't help matters." His grin grew a little wider. "And, I caught him flirting." She arched an eyebrow. "With whom? What did he say?" "Believe it or not, Michelle." "Your secretary, Michelle? Was she flirting back?" "Well, I've never seen her wave goodbye so animatedly to myself or Lindy." Bryn smiled. "Maybe you should set them up on a date. Or we could have them both over for dinner." "I suggested that, to which Mack countered he wasn't flirting. Even when I pointed out he was flirting, he insisted he wasn't." "What exactly did he do?" "Well, he knew Michelle's name without prompting. Asked if she was single. Kept trying to insist he wasn't flirting. Kept accusing me of being a gossiping school girl." Bryn bit her lip to keep from laughing. "He knew her name without prompting? Sugar, I think you're reaching." "Bryn, you don't know Mack. He'd be more apt to remember a horse's name than a woman's, unless he was very attracted to her." She just shook her head. "Well, if you'll take Kat, I'll go dish up dinner. And then we'll continue our flirting discussion." "Okay, my dear." Anton shifted Max to sit on one leg, and settled Kat on the other. "You believe me when I said that Mack was flirting, right kids?" It had to be a coincidence that both babies chose that moment to make noises that sounded suspiciously like a raspberry being blown. This time Bryn couldn't hide her giggles. Walking in to the kitchen, she raised her voice a bit to still be heard. "Sugar...just what is your idea of flirting, anyway? I mean, are you going to angry the next time I talk to Alex or Walter?" "It's not so much what you say," Anton said after frowning thoughtfully for a moment. "It more has to do with tone of voice and body language. I doubt I'll see you sidling up to Alex or Walter and playfully tossing your hair so it just barely brushes their cheeks." "That's because I only do that when you're at work," she teased. Walking out of the kitchen with two full plates, she headed for the couch. "I'm much more subtle when you're actually watching me." "Oh my dear?" Anton arched an eyebrow as he settled the babies onto the couch and took one of the plates from her. "Care to show me this subtle flirting that I've somehow missed?" "Okay." She thought for a moment as she loaded up her fork. Leaning a little further in his direction, she pressed arms towards her chest a bit more to make her cleavage pop. "You know, this meat smells so good. My mouth has been watering all night long. I can't wait to taste it." Licking her lips, she slowly brought the fork to her mouth and placed the bite of steak on her tongue. Closing her mouth, she moaned in delight. "Mmm. It's even better than I imagined." With that, she gave him a subtle wink. Anton let out a low chuckle as he eyed her appreciatively. "My dear, I thought you were going to flirt with me. This looks more like a seduction." "This from the man who thinks knowing someone's name means you're a flirt. I'm not surprised at all." Grabbing a few green beans, she said, "Besides, I wouldn't seduce you with my mother in the next room. I'm daring, not reckless." "Really?" Anton said with an arched eyebrow. He leaned closer to his wife, murmuring softly as he picked up a piece of his meat. "I seem to remember you being much more daring when we were in your parents home." "Hmm. Maybe after the kids go down for their naps." Scooping up a bit of mashed potato, she held it to Katerina's mouth. The baby wasn't impressed. Bryn fed the mouthful to Max instead. "By the way...we took a look at the floor plans today. Mom had a few changes she wanted to make, and I said I'd have to talk to you first." Anton tried the same trick with Kat using a shelled green bean. "What did she have in mind? I'm pretty open to any of the changes she wants, unless it comes down to ripping out a lot of walls." Bryn took a deep breath. "Well, she wants a larger master bedroom, with walk-in closets, and a master bath like ours. She'd also like a bigger kitchen, because she plans to do a lot of baking. Um...she also wants big picture windows to take advantage of the view. I told her that we'd need shutters if we visited, and she said that maybe we could just visit at night and if we needed her to watch the kids, she'd come over here. Which, I guess is okay. And then, she'd also like a pool. She doesn't even know how to swim, but she said she was going to learn." Bryn paused. "Then she told me to stop by the nearest car dealership, because she wanted to look around." "That's a few changes?" Anton blew air through his cheeks. "I'm afraid of what she would consider a major renovation. I'm afraid though that the shutters are going to be nonnegotiable, just in case of an emergency. As for the other things, I think we can arrange them. Car included." "I already told her we're not buying her a car. She can do that on her own. As for the rest...I don't know what to think. She's already getting a free house, Anton. Should we really be giving in to her demands, too? What if it doesn't stop with the house?" "Good point," Anton said. "It wouldn't set too wise of a precedent to keep rolling over to her." He cocked his head slightly. "And besides, aren't you supposed to be flirting with me?" She stuck her tongue out at him. "Why don't you flirt with me for a while. I'd love to see what your idea of flirting is." "We didn't call it flirting, my dear. It was called courtly love." Anton offered another green bean to Kat. "Besides, to do it properly, I'd have to go find a lyre." Bryn arched an eyebrow. "Really? That sounds interesting. Now I wish we had one. But can't you just play the music in your head and do the rest out loud?" Anton sat there for a moment. And then he began singing in a low, mellow voice. It was filled with sweetness and longing and desire. And when he was done he leaned over to whisper in her ear. "And tomorrow, I'll sing you the translation." She stared at him, completely disarmed by his song. Smiling widely, she said, "No wonder I was always eager to have you." Giving up on the green beans and Katerina, Anton offered a finely cut piece of meat to Max. "I should hope that wasn't the only reason. I was considered mediocre compared to some of the bards." "You'll never be mediocre to me, sugar." She reached over to squeeze his leg. "In fact, I'm pretty sure you don't need to flirt anymore...you have me for good. The question is, just what are you going to do with me?" He gave her a slow smile as he looked her up and down. "I'm certain I can come up with an excellent use for you, my dear. But that will have to wait until the children are in bed." "Excuses, excuses," she teased. Reaching for her iced tea, she took a long drink. "So what else did you and Mack talk about? Is he up to anything new?" "Mack is, well, Mack. He want to start saddle breaking Irish, keep up working all the other horses, and is missing Chandra horribly, although he won't admit it." Bryn frowned. "I was going to suggest that maybe someday soon we should tell him who I really am...but maybe it's not the right time." Anton frowned thoughtfully. "I think we should wait a little longer for that, my dear. It will be hard to say if he'll ever be ready to hear it, but I don't think he needs that added to everything he's carrying right now. And neither do we." "I guess I was just hoping for something to cheer him up." Finished with her dinner for now, she got up and headed for the kitchen to grab some baby food and the highchair. "So...are you going to do something for me for Mother's day this year?" "I have something in mind," Anton said with a sly smile. "The question is, my dear, do I need to do two things for you for mother's day?" She thought for a minute as she lugged the highchair over to the couch. "No, I don't think so. And it doesn't need to be nearly as extravagant as the gift we're giving my mother...her own house." Reaching for Katerina, she lifted her in to the high chair and opened a bottle of strained peas. "I just thought it would be nice to celebrate the holiday." "We'll definitely celebrate it, my dear." During their conversation about her painting, he had an idea. He'd have to find a jeweler who did custom work, but he was certain that he could find someone to do what he had in mind. "And after the year we've had, I'd say we have to make up some holidays to celebrate." She grinned. "I was thinking that maybe we should head down to Mexico on your birthday, so we could celebrate Cinco de Mayo at the same time." Anton chuckled. "Can we get all of us those big sombreros? You know, the hats that can double as tents?" "I don't think they let you on the plane home without one. We may have to stay overnight, though, because I'm planning to drink so many margaritas that I become cross-eyed. We might even have to do some Tequila body shots, sugar." Anton laughed. "My dear, we don't have to go to Mexico to do those. Remind me to bring somme tequila home next time I'm out." He leaned over to whisper in her ear. "And do I really need an excuse to drag my tongue over your body?" She grinned at him, but quickly returned her attention to Kat when the baby angrily slapped her hand on the tray. Spooning another mouthful of peas for her, she said, "Of course not. You don't even need the alcohol to do that." "That's good to hear." Feeling a sharp poke on his thigh, he resumed feeding Max as well. "And I hope you know that you're more than welcome to do the same to me, my dear." "Really? I never would have guessed." She winked at him. Finishing up with the peas, she opened a jar of turkey puree. "You know, I could think of a few things that might make all that licking even more fun. I think we need to take some dessert toppings to bed with us." Anton grinned, his eyes sparkling as an idea popped into his head. "Perhaps we need to get a small refrigerator upstairs to keep those toppings in." Bryn laughed. "Then we'd never get out of bed. Or was that your plan all along?" Anton smiled a bit sheepishly. "I'm afraid you've caught me out, my dear." Grinning, she shook her head. "I think you'll have to take that idea to my mother--we'll need someone to raise our kids while we're in bed." Realizing that Kat was spitting out more food than she ate, Bryn wiped the baby's mouth and closed the jar. "Not to mention feeding the dog and running your business." "Lindy can run the business," Anton said. "And I'm certain Jess would be willing to come over to feed Petunia. But nobody but us will be raising our children." Seeing that Max had lost interest in the meet, he offered his son the palm of his hand. The baby eagerly bit down. Offering Kat a finger as well, Bryn winced when the girl's needle-sharp teeth sank in to her flesh. "Amen, sugar." It seemed like it was taking forever, but it was only two weeks before the new house had been framed. The actual building would take another six weeks, leaving Bernadette with them for the duration. Which was made more difficult by the fact that Bernadette wanted to spoil the children, and attempted to be helpful. One example was her getting the mail. Which was what Anton was currently sorting through. "Bill, bill, junk mail, bill... Hmm. What's this?" He pulled out with what seemed to be a personal letter addressed to him in vaguely familiar handwriting. Walking out of the laundry room with a basket of freshly dried clothes, Bryn smiled when she saw him standing there. Weekends were lovely. Especially when her mother was gone shopping with Jess for furniture. "Hey there, sugar booger. What are you up to?" "Looking through our mail." He held up the personal letter, frowning as he opened it. He skimmed the first paragraph and then his eyes flamed as his fangs extended. "What the hell... of all the arrogance!" Setting the basket down on the couch, Bryn walked to where he stood. "What is it?" He read the letter a second time to make certain he hadn't misunderstood what she had written. With a growl of disgust, he handed Bryn the letter and walked over to a window to stare out of it darkly. Frowning, she looked down at the elegant stationery and the flowing script written on it. "I am so happy to hear you are well. All my love, Natasha." Suddenly understanding his burst of anger, Bryn crumpled the paper in her hand and gritted her teeth. "That bitch." "I was wondering when she'd show herself again," Anton said, still staring out the window. "And when she'd comment about what happened to me. I didn't expect her to be so concerned about it." He looked down at the envelope, which didn't have a return address. "Maybe Mulder knows someone who can do some research on this postmark to locate her." Bryn shook her head. "She could have had someone send it for her." Walking over to the fireplace, she tossed the crumpled paper inside. Although it wasn't cold, she had the urge to start a fire anyway. Grabbing a long matchstick, she said, "I knew it was too good to be true that she'd stay away so long." "Wait, Bryn," he said before she struck the match. He walked over to her and wrapped his hand around the one holding the match. "I want to us to do it together." She held his gaze a bit before leaning closer and kissing his cheek. "Okay, let's do it." Together they struck the match on the bricks lining the fireplace. Together they touched it to the fine parchment of the note. Anton smiled as the paper began to blacken and the orange flame grew brighter. "If only it were that easy to get rid of her," he murmured under his breath. "Or every thought of her. It would be much easier to forget about her if she'd just stay away." Dropping the match on to the smoldering paper, she leaned back against his shoulder. "And we were looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend." "Well, I, for one, am not going to let her do that." Watching as the paper curled as it turned to ash, Anton pressed a kiss to Bryn's temple. "I say we go on with our plans and not give her a second thought." She smiled at him. "Okay...I won't think of her at all while I'm folding the clothes. Or when I'm washing the dishes." "And I won't think of it while I'm gathering the paperwork for taxes. Or when I'm mowing the lawn. Or when we're playing with Max and Kat. Or when I'm making you scream." Bryn grinned, kissing him softly. "You're really going to mow the lawn? Awww, sugar." "Only for you, my dear. Only for you. And if you're really good..." He leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "I'll even trim the hedges." "You're so good to me. After all of that hard work, I may just have to polish the door knobs." Anton bit his lip, trying not to giggle at the image. "Dare I even say that I may be ambitious enough to try to clean out the pool filter?" Her eyebrows scrunched together. "What?" "The pool filter. I noticed some leaves falling into the pool the other day and wanted to fish them out." He didn't try to hide his grin. "Why? What did you think I was talking about?" Growling, she shoved him until he tipped over on his back and then immediately straddled him. "You know very well what I thought you were talking about," she said, starting to tickle him. Anton let out a series of gasping laughs as he squirmed under her touch. "Did you really think I would refer to that as cleaning the pool filter? My dear, you have one perverted mind." "See if I polish your knob any time soon!" They were both laughing so loudly that they didn't notice her mother enter the house. Until she cleared her throat. "I'm home," Bernadette said. "Shall I check on the children?" "Max and Kat are upstairs taking their naps," Anton said. Despite being on the floor and straddled by his wife, he managed to sound like a mature, responsible adult. "You're welcome to check, of course, but I had a hard time putting them down, so please do be quiet." Bernadette nodded, managing not to look at them for very long. "I think I'll retire to the library then. Good night." Still blushing, Bryn said, "Good night." Then, turning her gaze back to Anton, she whispered, "Oops." Anton let out another snicker and then put his fingers to his lips. "Shhhh." But he made no move to dislodge her from his waist. "You're the one giggling," she said, as she heard the library door shut. "Should I get up and let you clean the pool filter? Since you're so eager to do it?" "Oh, I don't know. I kind of like it here," he said. "Nice fire going, thanks to the note. Not to mention you're nice and warm on me." "Very true." She settled down on to his chest and rested her cheek on his shoulder. "Of course, if I stay here too long, I'll never get those clothes folded or those dishes washed. Such a dilemma." "True." Anton blew air out of his cheeks. "I guess I could always help you wash dishes and fold the clothes," he said. "And then you can help me clean the pool filter. And then we can get back to the business of making you scream." "Or...we could do that last part first, which will take our minds off of it for a while, so we can get the other stuff done easier." She smiled. "In theory, anyway." "Just one thing. If I do make you scream, your mother might feel compelled to come and double check that everything is okay." "Hmm...maybe I should just scream 'Mother, don't come out here!'?" "Not as sexy as screaming my name, but it does have it's appeal." His fingers caressed her shoulders and neck lightly. "Perhaps though we should move this up to the bedroom." "Whatever you'd like, sugar." Part of her wanted to see him turn red as her mother caught them, but that would mean she'd turn red too, and that wasn't nearly as fun. Pushing herself upright, she got to her feet and reached for his hand. "Any idea what you'll be screaming?" Anton levered to his feet, a teasing smile on his face. "Your name, feverent invocation of deity, and yes come to mind, my dear. In other words, the usual." She grinned at him. "Sounds like music to my ears. The only problem is, the kids are sleeping right next door. So maybe you can just whisper it." Anton slipped his arm tighter around her waist as they headed upstairs. "Think we need to invest in a sound proof room, my dear?" "Like a recording studio? Hey...that's not a bad idea. Then we could record the sounds we make and play them back the next time." She gave him a wicked grin. "Why stop at audio, my dear. I think we need to include video as well." He opened the door to the bedroom and then pulled her against him so they stood hip to hip and nose to nose. "Give us the complete multimedia experience." "Are you trying to turn us in to porn stars, sugar?" "Only for an audience of two, my dear." He chuckled as he guided her towards the bed. "As if I'd let anyone else look at you naked." Grabbing the hem of her t-shirt, she pulled it over her head and tossed the shirt to the floor. "How do you know I don't parade around naked all night while you're gone at work?" Stepping closer, she started working on his shirt as well. "Maybe you should just quit work so you can stay home and keep an eye on me." "Only if you promise to parade naked in front of me." Anton's hands went to the fly of her pants, teasingly tracing along the hem. "I may have to start parading around naked as well. Just to keep you company, my dear." "Oooh! Don't tease me. I might like that a little too much." Lifting up on her toes, she kissed him firmly and wrapped her arms around his neck. Tracing her tongue over his lips, she let her fangs sharpen just slightly to tease him. "You know what I'd like you to do? I want you to bite me, all over, and then take me hard and deep when you can't stand it anymore." Anton's fangs sharpened at her words. "That's a very good thing," he said as he began kissing her lips. His tongue then slid over her cheek, his teeth scraping her skin lightly. "Because that's exactly what I want to do. Opening her fly, he let her pants fall to the floor as he kissed her forehead. Purring, she rubbed herself against him like a cat. Unfastening his jeans as well, she slid her hands under the fabric and squeezed his ass tightly. "I may even get so excited that I'll just have to bite you back." Anton let out a hiss, his fangs extending as she squeezed. "Then let the biting begin." Bending slightly, he began to trace over her neck, fangs pricking her skin as he headed down towards her shoulder. "Come on, sugar, you can do better than that. I really want to feel it. Make me hurt. All over." Anton let out a growl as his nips became harder under her encouragement. His hands slipped down to hold her waist, holding their hips firmly together as his fangs sank into her neck. Moaning sharply, she wrapped her arms around his neck. His bite was slightly painful, but she relished it and leaned even closer to his mouth. Tilting her head back, she felt her hair spill down to brush just above her waist. "I wanna roll around on the bed for you like your own private sex kitten." His hips were rubbing into her stomach as he lifted his head. His lips were stained red with her blood as he eyed her hungrily. "I want to see you touch yourself, calling out my name." She couldn't resist the unspoken invitation. Grabbing him hard, her hand fisted in his hair, she attacked his mouth, biting and slurping at his lips. Her free hand moved to shove his pants and boxers, none too gently, down his legs. Anton groaned, his fangs cutting into her lips and tongue as they kissed violently. His hands slid down to the back of her thighs and he lifted her. Trying not to trip over his pants and underwear, he carried her the short distance to the bed. Then he allowed himself to overbalance and fall onto the mattress, still holding Bryn tightly. She squeaked as they bounced, releasing him with a final slice of her fang. Pushing him away as he tried to follow, she rolled on to her back and spread her legs, giving him exactly what he asked for. Scratching her nails over her thigh, she pushed one finger deep inside herself before pulling out and using the moisture as she lazily rolled her clit. "Anton...I want you feast on me." Anton watched, his eyes growing wider as his breathing grew heavier. Settling between her legs, he bit down on her thigh, sucking deeply from the bite wound. His hand caressed her outer thigh, fingers lightly scratching. She let out a shallow yelp, her thighs shaking. Changing the speed and pressure of her fingers, she watched him intently, enjoying the heat of his mouth and strength of his suction. "Yes, Anton!" Feeling her flesh trying to heal around his fangs, Anton released her thigh. He crawled up her body a bit to run his tongue around her hip bone. And then he sank his fangs in again, fingers now teasing the dip of her waist. Her fingers abandoned their task to wrap around his arm, fingernails digging in to his skin. Her other hand slid over his hair, threatening to grab at any moment. "God, I love the way that your mouth feels on me. I don't think my nipples have ever been harder." Anton lifted his head, eyeing her breasts playfully. "I'll have to check that out, my dear," he said, crawling even higher up her body. But he didn't sink his fangs into her breast just yet. His tongue came out to experimentally probe her nipple before his lips wrapped around it and he sucked hard. Gasping, Bryn lifted her hips as if she were being impaled by his cock. She bit her lip harshly, her nails scratching at his shoulders. "I love that hot mouth of yours. I want it on me all the time." Anton continued to suck at her breasts as his legs rubbed along hers. His fangs gently teased the tight nipple, lightly scratching her flesh. His right hand cupped her other breast, mimicking the movements of his lips and fangs. Sliding against him, feeling delectably sensual, Bryn reached for his hand. Lifting his palm towards her face, she sucked his index finger deep into her mouth before slowly letting it slide free. Following the same routine with the remaining digits, she then delicately traced her tongue over the lines of his palm. Before he could catch the glimmer of her glowing eyes, she bit deep in to the fleshy area below his thumb. His head arched back, letting out a loud hiss. He pulled away from her body long enough to reposition himself between her legs. Anton didn't try to remove his hand from her mouth. Instead he grabbed his cock with his free hand and pushed between her legs, sinking inside of her. Whimpering softly, she wrapped her legs tightly around him. She didn't stop sucking at his blood. There was something entirely erotic about having her fangs buried in his flesh, and his blood in her mouth. In a strange way, it felt almost biblical, as if they'd been meant to do this all along. They had been close before her transformation, but since, she felt something much deeper linking them. Like tangled roots. And she didn't ever want to release her hold on him. He nestled against Bryn, not thrusting just yet. This was almost as good as orgasm as far as he was concerned at times, surrounded on by her heat and by her limbs. But the temptation to move soon became too much and he started a slow, steady pace. Releasing his hand, she settled it on her breast once more. She smiled at him, beckoning him closer for a bloody kiss. Moaning loudly as he returned her kiss with enthusiasm, she slid her own hands down to his ass and squeezed in time with his powerful thrusts. Both hands on her breasts kneaded them firmly. And his pace didn't slacken, but increased as he felt her surging beneath him. Their tongues dueled and he could swear that their fangs were throwing off sparks as they clashed. Moaning, she pulled back from his kiss just to stare at him. She loved watching his dilated eyes as they skipped back and forth between hers. She adored the little shudders of his body and way he breathed when he was excited. He was such an incredible turn-on, and she bet he didn't even realize how much. "God, you are so damned hot." Anton stared into her eyes, his shining brightly. "Only because you're so sexy and turn me on so much." Easing her legs up and over his shoulders, his thrusts went deeper inside of her, speeding up as well. He let out a long groan at the feel of her tightening on his cock. Grabbing his ass even harder, she relished the tight squeeze of him inside her. It was one of her favorite positions, having him looming over her, looking dark and dangerous. And when his thrusts got harder, his hips slapping loudly against her butt, she almost couldn't contain her cry of exhilaration. Anton felt his body almost seize up as he felt his balls rise. His breathing grew ragged as he tried to keep his pace steady. His fingers tightened on her shoulders as he let out a series of grunts and then a sharp moan. His body quivered in pleasure and release as his eyes shut. He continued to move, constant even if his movements were a bit erratic, and soon she was arching her back and writhing in supreme pleasure as well. The sensation was so sharp and powerful it brought tears to her eyes. Moaning even as the moment subsided, she slid her legs back to the bed and reached for him, wanting his weight on top of her. He settled on her heavily, pressing his lips to hers softly. "I love you so much, my dear," he whispered, drawing her tightly in his arms. He didn't care at the moment if Bernadette had figured out what they were doing. The sooner she got used to it, the better. Bryn squeezed him just as tightly, releasing a slightly shuddering breath. "I love you so much, too, Anton. I don't know if you'll ever even understand how much. I can't breathe without you, and I wouldn't want to." "I understand, my dear, completely." He gently stroked Bryn's hair. "I couldn't go on without you, my dear. And I think you know it, deep down. Why do you think you kept coming back to me?" She stroked the side of his face, her eyes a bit watery. "Because I couldn't get enough of you. Even with Paradise stretched before me, it wasn't enough if I couldn't be with you." Tears welled up in his eyes as he pressed his face to her neck. "My heart, my soul." he whispered softly. "My life." She closed her eyes and stroked his hair, turning her head to kiss his ear. "Yours. Always yours." Anton held her tightly. "And I came so close to losing you," he whispered in a broken voice. "When? The execution? It just would have delayed the inevitable, Anton. You would have found me again, just like I found you. I know it. I would have waited for you forever." Her eyes became dry as she spoke with more certainty. "This isn't some fluke thing, or one-lifetime shot. We were meant for each other. Since the beginning of time and to the end of it." His eyes were still moist as he lifted his head to look at her. He rested his forehead to hers, and kissed her lightly. "I love you, Sabryn, now and forever." She smiled at him, staring deep in to his dark eyes. "I love you, my missing half. Forever and ever." End Chapter One Hundred Fifty-five <- Previous Chapter | Home | Next Chapter ->