Chapter Thirty-one He kept staring askance at her for most of the evening. After finding out that she hadn't bought the paint for her mystery project, they had returned to the art store and purchased both tubes of Burnt Sienna and Coffee Bean. Bryn kept chatting normally, talking about how different things were here from America, but Anton wasn't completely convinced that she was okay after having seen him feed. By the time they paid for the paint and other supplies, and were in the car on the way home, she'd grown silent again. Staring out the windshield with unmoving eyes, as if blind to everything around her. He tried to engage her in conversation a few times, but only got one or two words in response. Pulling into the drive, he glanced at her one more time before parking the car. And although she'd stayed in her seat of late, allowing the servants to open her door, this time she hurried right past the man as if he didn't even exist. Anton sighed, following up to the bedroom at a slower pace. She had pulled a chair from the vanity over to the window, opened the curtains, and was staring out at the garden. She didn't say anything or turn towards him. "What's wrong, Bryn?" he asked, half expecting not to get an answer. "Hmm?" She still didn't turn. "Just thinking." "About?" "Not much." Pulling her shirt over her head, she stepped out of her shoes. "I'm trying to decide what to paint. When I haven't done it in a while, I get indecisive and self-conscious." "Is, uh, that all?" She was silhouetted in the waning moon's light, and looked stunningly beautiful. He wanted to hold her, but wasn't certain if she would accept his touch. "Is there anything else going on?" "Like what?" She turned towards him as she unfastened her jeans, pushing them to the floor and stepping out of the legs to drape them over the chair. "Why do you look so worried?" "I just wanted to make sure you're okay. With what happened." "You mean your feeding?" When he nodded, she said, "Yes, Anton. I told you no secrets, remember? If it still bothered me, I would tell you." "Then why have you been so quiet, so distant this evening?" "Like I said, I'm trying to decide what to paint." She paced towards him. "I'm fine," she said, placing her hands over his chest. "You, however, are in big trouble." She started pulling his shirt out of his jeans. He gave her a slightly lopsided grin. "Oh really, my dear? Any particular reason why?" "Because you doubted me...so I'm going to torture you by not letting you go to sleep until you make me scream." She paused. "And tickling me doesn't count." "Damn. I guess I'll just have to suffer through it, then." She laughed, unbuttoning his shirt. Once both sides were hanging open, she wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his chest. Nipping lightly at his skin, before swirling her tongue around his nipple and reaching for the zipper of his jeans. "This may sound a little crazy, but part of me thought you looked very sexy in that alley. It was exciting...and I think may have even gotten a little wet." "What?" he said with a bit of disbelief. "Um hum." Bryn traced her hand up and down his fly several times before finally pulling down the zipper. "The thought of all that power under such tight control." Her hand slid inside his boxers, cupping his awakening erection. "And the possibility of being the reason that control slips." Anton moaned softly as her fingers played over his cock. "Are you sure you want to see that control slip, my dear?" She shuddered visibly but still held her grin. "Yes. I wanted to see you unleashed from the first night we met. You were so...predatory. It turned me on." She flicked her thumb back and forth over the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive ridge below with her fingertips. "You're not afraid, are you?" "And if I said I were?" "You told me that you'd never attack me, and I trust you, Anton." "In that case..." Anton picked her up. She squealed, wrapping her legs around his waist. Anton carried her over to the bed. Placing her on it, he crawled on immediately afterwards, pausing only to kick off his shoes. He cupped one breast, rubbing his thumb all around her nipple, but not across it. She whimpered, arching her back to reach for the hooks holding her bra closed. But before she could tug them apart, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed...resuming his teasing of her nipple with his tongue. She gave him an angry glare but he didn't even seem to notice. Every struggle she made only made his grip even tighter. She scooted down, wrapping her legs tighter around him, rubbing her pelvis hard against his...only to groan in frustration when he pushed his lower body away from hers, leaving her thrusting her hips ineffectively in the air. Turned on further by her struggles, he draped his chest over hers, pinning her to the bed. His hands cradled her head, fingers threading through the hair by her temples. His lips took her mouth, and he let out a quiet whimper when her tongue touched his. He continued kissing her mouth, sucking on her tongue with a growing need. His hips began thrusting into the mattress, rubbing against the boxers he was still wearing. Sliding her hands under his shirt, she wrapped her arms as tight as she could get them around his bare torso. She hadn't been quite so turned on in quite a while. Although their wedding night had been beautiful and romantic, she'd been willing to take her time and linger. Now she wanted nothing more than to get into his pants. Keeping contact with his devastating kiss, she twisted on the mattress, throwing a leg over his, rubbing herself against him. She knew she'd probably feel like a fool later for practically humping his leg but that moment she didn't give a damn. He groaned, feeling her wetness against his thigh. Anton pushed away from her, kneeling and shoving down his jeans and underwear in the same movement. With a low growl, he flipped her onto her belly. Lifting her ass into the air and spreading her legs a bit wider, he yanked down her panties and stabbed into her from behind. And instead of giving her time to adjust, he began to thrust, setting a ruthless, demanding pace. Not wanting to be bothered with trying to undo her bra, he rubbed her nipples through the fabric. She felt like her eyes were rolling back in her head. Thighs shaking, she held on to the bedspread, feeling her entire body jolt with each thrust. She was trembling, quaking beneath his domination. And she knew if he kept this up, he'd have her screaming in no time at all. She let out a high-pitched moan, reaching between her legs to tease his balls with her fingertips. Just barely a brush with every movement of his hips, almost teasing. But judging by the way his hand tightened around her breast, it was enough. He growled again, speeding up a bit. He leaned his weight against her body, changing the angle of his thrusts. Breathing heavily, he nipped at her ear hard. Her sex spasmed around him as she screamed. He continued moving ruthlessly, hand convulsively clutching at her breast, his own scream cresting as hers faded. Slowly he sank down, pressing her flat against the mattress. Apologetically, he lapped and kissed at her ear. Panting below him, glistening with sweat, she closed her eyes for a moment and concentrated on squeezing his cock inside of her. She could still feel quivering aftershocks coursing through her, making her tingle. The spot where they were joined felt hot, the friction seeming to have superheated their skin. She let out a shudder as the perspiration on her skin started to evaporate and burrowed even further under his body to feel his heat. "God, Anton...you can do that any time you want." "Hmmm... give me a few minutes to recover first." Anton continued to nuzzle and lap at her ear. With a reluctant sigh, he pulled out of Bryn. After he undid her bra and pulled it out of the way, he settled back down beside her, her back to his stomach. He grabbed the edge of one comforter and tucked it around their cooling bodies. His hand reached up to caress her cheek. "So you enjoyed that, my dear?" "Did you think I was screaming because I was bored?" She grinned at him over her shoulder, then kicked free of her panties, and used her feet to shove down his jeans and boxers the rest of the way. She tugged his socks off as well before lying back down and pulling his arm over her again. "Although, I do think the baby either has one hell of a headache now, or is awfully dizzy." He laughed softly, nuzzling her. One hand gently slipped around to caress her breast as he pressed feather light kisses in her hair. He moved lazily, taking his time and savoring the sensations. After about a half an hour of teasing touches, he felt ready to intensify contact. "Roll over, Bryn." After she settled facing him, he pulled down the comforter and softly kissed her neck, slowly traveling downward. She made a soft contented sound, cupping his upper arm in her hand. Her fingers slid slowly downward until she reached his hand, and she pulled his fingers up to her mouth, lightly lapping at the spaces between, sucking on each digit in turn. By the time she'd released him, he was tugging on her nipple with his lips. Just barely touching her with his tongue. She slid her legs restlessly against his, rubbing the arch of her foot against his calf. With her voice softened, almost languid, she said, "Do you have any idea how much I love having you inside me? It feels so perfect. I love falling asleep that way after we've made love. I sleep so much better that way." "Are you sure that's not just exhaustion, my dear?" He grinned, ducking the light swat aimed at his head. "You can think that if you want, Mr. Prowess, but I happen to think it's because I feel more connected to you that way. Both physically and spiritually." "I know exactly what you mean, Bryn." One hand stroked back and forth across her swelling belly. "I'm afraid we'll have to give it up soon for your comfort, or at least you being underneath me." His hand slowly moved southward with each stroke, until his fingers were combing her pubic hair. She gave a soft whimper, lifting her hips rhythmically to try and nudge him further down. As his fingers slid down a little further, teasingly hovering just above her clit, she purred and tightened her thighs around his wrist. "I guess we'll just have to start doing it with you behind me, because there's no way in hell I'd give that up. Especially not when you get those delicious erections in your sleep. I think I could have an orgasm without even waking you up." "And where would the fun be for me?" He lightly brushed her clit with the very tip of his finger, one feathery stroke. "Half of what sends me over the edge is watching you cum." Now the finger grew a little bolder, pressing down harder on her. "Mmm..." She opened her legs a bit, scooting closer to him, burying her face against his neck. She breathed in the scent of him, opening her mouth to lap at his skin. He smelled so good, tasted so good...and the intense pressure of his finger rubbing circles around her clit made her shudder. "Ooh..." She let out a breathy laugh. "I suppose I could wake you up, if you're willing to give up your beauty sleep." "Well, maybe if you make it worth my while..." His moved his finger down lower, rotating his hand so he could slip his finger inside her while now rubbing his thumb around her clit. He didn't make any other movements with his hand, just let his finger rest inside of her. She let out a soft moan, pressing her breasts against his chest and pushing her leg over his, giving him better access. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, softly kissing his face. "Ohhh, Anton...if it were up to me, we'd never sleep." She trailed kissed across his cheekbone towards his ear, before whispering, "I love you so much. If it meant having more time with you, I'd do my best to never sleep again." He gently stroked her hair with his free hand. "We're going to have all eternity together, my dear." He kissed her forehead and then her lips. Deepening the kiss, he moved his thumb so now it pressed directly on her clit. She moaned into his mouth, tightening her grip on his shoulders and rocking her hips against his hand. Her movements pushed his finger deeper inside of her, and she squeezed it rhythmically. Within a few minutes, the pressure of his thumb became too intense and she shuddered with orgasm. Melting around his finger, gasping against his mouth. He smiled, still kissing her. Lazily, he continued moving his hand, coaxing the aftershocks from her until she was completely relaxed beneath him. He pulled himself a little more firmly on her upper chest, giving a contented sigh. Cupping his shoulders from behind, she pressed her forehead against his neck and let out a contented sigh of her own. She could've stayed that way for days, if she hadn't been insistently reminded of his needs by the erection pressing against her hip. Reaching down to touch him, she jumped slightly when he sucked in a sharp breath. Grinning up at him, she stroked the length of him before pushing him onto his back. Before he could even say a word, she straddled his hips and impaled herself on his rigid cock. He yelped in surprised, but almost immediately started arching into her. His hands moved to her body, stroking her stomach, her breasts, her arms, wherever he could reach. He let out a low moan, closing his eyes as she lightly scratched his nipples. "God, Bryn!" She smiled to herself, moving in slow strokes on his cock, watching his expression change with every movement she made. It normally wasn't that easy for her to cum in this position, especially not in a car, but since he'd already taken care of that himself, she decided it was his turn. Yet she had to admit that it was started to feel incredibly good. She bit her lip, leaning further over him and increasing her pace. He twitched inside of her as she leaned down to lap at his nipple. Encouraged, she did the same to the other side. He growled, hands moving to her waist. Anton guided the pace of her thrusts, slowly increasing them. The tingling at the base of his spine grew more intense.... Anton arched up one last time, pulling Bryn's hips down against him. His breathing was ragged as he came, hips lifting off the bed. Panting, he lowered them both to the bed, and then pulled Sabryn down to rest full length on top of him. "Mmm." She continued to lightly brush his nipple with her thumb, her head lying on his shoulder. They both smelled like sex, an intoxicating perfume in the air. Listening to his breathing and heartbeat slowing, she leaned a little closer and kissed his neck again. A little smile came to her face. "This had to have been the longest 24 hours ever. Thank you for this morning, and letting me see you feed. I know both were difficult and I appreciate it." He gently stroked her shoulders. "And I know neither was easy on you too, my dear." He brushed his lips across the top of her head. Nathaniel slumped down on the couch, completely worn out after a long night of baby shopping, both in the store and online, and very little sleep. The room closest to the master bedroom was now overflowing with supplies of almost every kind. Dozens of diapers, clothes, essential furniture, and a rocking chair. Not to mention the three stuffed animals he'd chosen for the crib...all wolves. The mattress was covered, the changing table was stocked, and everything else looked ready to go. Save himself. He wasn't sure if Lindy knew it or not, but he was an emotional wreck. As much as he liked the idea of being a father, the thought terrified him. Most men had nine months to get used to the idea...he'd had less than 24 hours. And although the sun hadn't yet set, Lindy was running around the house like a mad hare, ready to go, practically counting down the seconds. He closed his eyes, intent on catching a few minutes sleep. No such luck. The phone rang, and he automatically reached out and picked up the cordless receiver. "Hello?" "Nathaniel? It's Walter." "Oh, hi." Nathaniel sat up a bit straighter. "We're just about to go pick up Liam, but I'll get Lindy--" "Actually, Nathaniel, I wanted to speak with you. Jess told us about your idea, and frankly, I've got a few questions." "Such as?" "Well, for starters, why?" "There're a lot of reasons, actually. For one, Lindy misses her family...and I wouldn't mind having a family too." He quickly continued before Walter could respond. "You wouldn't be the only ones living on our property, because I've decided to ask my brother and his wife to be there, too. After what happened to Lindy, I think it would be a lot safer if we stuck together. To watch each other's back, so to speak. And most importantly, Lind and I will need help raising Liam. Lindy wants to make sure he isn't repressing his werewolfiness," he said, slapping his forehead. "You know what I mean. And, uh, I frankly have no idea what I'm doing, so I'm definitely going to need help." "Fair enough, Nathaniel. There's just one thing we're all concerned about. We don't want to crowd you or Lindy. But you're right, you and Lindy will need help. It can be a bit intimidating to become a father practically overnight, and I was only sharing responsibilities with Alex." "You don't have to worry about crowding us. The first thing I'm going to do is make sure I find a place big enough that we'll all have some privacy. I'm talking around fifty acres or so. We'd like to have room for some horses to run, as well as some forested areas and whatever else we decide we want in the future. A nice house for each family and whatever amenities that entails. Maybe even a little cabin or two far away from the houses so you can get away for a while if you'd like. Might be nice to have a lake or pond, too. As for Liam, I'd definitely appreciate the help. I don't even know what being a father is supposed to be like. I certainly never had much of one myself." "I can understand that, Nate. And whether or not we move back west, we'll be here to help. Give us a day or two more to think it over." "Okay. Listen, I hate to cut this short, but the sun's just gone down so we've got to get going." "Go then. Give us a call when you get back. And give Lindy and our grandson all our love. Same goes for you too." "Thanks," Nate swallowed. "Same here. Talk to you later tonight. Bye." Lindy, who seemed to stop her frenetic flight from room to room triple checking everything, appeared when he hung up the phone. "Who was that?" "Uh...Walter had a couple questions about the move. They haven't made a decision yet." He stood up, reaching for his keys...noticing how much his hand shook as he did so. "Ready to go?" "Yeah, let's go get our son." She took both his hands, squeezing them. "You are going to make such a wonderful dad." She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. [From your lips to God's ears, Lind.] The next time they saw their son, he was screaming at the top of his lungs, tears streaming down his face, unmoved by any attempt that was meant to soothe him. A sudden pounding in Nate's temple made him close his eyes temporarily. [Better get used to it...this is just the beginning.] Following Lindy through Mack and Chandra's home, he sat down next to her on the couch. He watched as she took Liam from Chandra, placing him just under her shoulder and rubbing his back. Although momentarily stunned by her scent, he only stopped crying for a moment or two. Amazingly, Lindy took it in stride, speaking softly to him, kissing him on the ear. She looked like a natural. And all Nate wanted to do was get up and walk out of the room. [I can't do this! What the hell was I thinking?] Looking up from a now quiet Liam, Lindy took in the concern on his face. "Do you want to hold him, Nate?" "What?" "Do you want to hold him?" [He's just going to start bawling his head off,] a voice in his head said. He took a deep breath, deciding to grin and bear it. "Sure." Lindy passed the baby over carefully, trying not to jostle him. It didn't matter in the slightest. The moment he was in Nate's arms, he started crying again. Feeling slightly helpless, Nate held him the same way Lindy had...wincing at the loudness next to his ear. "How old do you think he is?" he asked, trying to sound calm. "He looks about six months to me," Chandra said. "But he's not much of a crawler. Is that normal with werewolves?" Lindy shrugged. "Could be he's not used to crawling while in human form." Liam continued his ear splitting shrieks, leaning away from Nate and towards Lindy. "Sorry, Nate," she said apologetically, taking the baby out of his arms. Liam immediately snuggled down against her, sniffling a little. Sighing, Nate tried not to feel rejected but it wasn't easy. Turning his attention to Chandra instead, he said, "Do you have any idea what we'll have to do to formally adopt him?" "Honestly, no. I think that when an abandoned baby is found, it's turned over to Social Services or something like that to try to find the parents. And then if no one comes forward, you can petition to adopt the child. But I'm sure there are more risks than that." She sat forward. "I don't know what to tell you, but if I were you, I'd get a good lawyer. Or...if you don't want to face going through a possible court battle, get yourself a good document forger." "Document forger? You mean they can take him away from us if they find out he's not ours?" "In all likelihood, yes. If the courts don't, there's always a chance that his biological family will." She took a breath, rubbing her hands on her thighs. "He's going to need to be checked by a doctor, as soon as possible. Without proof that he's yours, that could be a very messy process." "Well, my aunt's a pediatrician, so that should be no problem." She had almost instinctively started a slight rocking motion, soothing Liam. "And as to a document forger, I've got friends who can handle that as well." Nate looked surprised. "You know forgers?" "Well, not exactly forgers. More like a group of paranoid hackers who are friends of the family." She tilted her head, giving him a lopsided grin. "How did you think Alex and Jess adopted me?" He shook his head. "You never fail to amaze me, Lind." He stood up from the couch. "I'm going to make sure the car seat is buckled in tight." Stopping in front of Chandra, he held out his hand and waiting until she took it. "Thank you so much for setting this up. We really appreciate it." Standing up herself, Chandra pulled him into an embrace instead. "You're so welcome. I just wish Mack didn't have to work. He would've loved seeing the baby go off to a good home...especially knowing he can sleep through the night once again." She laughed a bit, wondering what life would be like when all of their friends had babies. "I'm actually a little sad to see Liam go. Hope you two don't mind if we come over and visit." "Of course not," Lindy said, hefting Liam a little higher on her shoulder. "Just give us a day or two to get settled." She looked at Nate and smiled. "Ready to go?" "Sure." He led the way out the door, holding it open for Lindy and Chandra to pass through. Jogging ahead to the car, he opened the door and pulled on the seatbelt holding the car seat in place. Everything looked secure...everything except him, that is. Moving out of the way so Lindy could get Liam situated, he glanced down to see Petunia scratching at his leg, begging to be petted. He squatted down in front of her, rubbing her behind the ears. [The dog likes me...maybe one day Liam will too.] "I hope he doesn't scream all the way home," he said. "This is probably his first car ride." "Yeah. The first of many with us." She finished latching the straps around Liam and gave them one firm tug. Suspecting the reason for his crying, she pulled off the jacket she was wearing and placed it beside him. Liam made a soft sniffling noise, but didn't cry anymore. Lindy closed the car door and turned back to Nathaniel, who was petting Petunia. She knew something wasn't quite right with him, but didn't know what. "You okay, Nate?" He nodded, but didn't look up. Giving Petunia one last pat, he picked her up and handed her over to Chandra so she wouldn't get in the way once the car was backing up. "We'll call and let you know how things are going," he said, his voice quiet. Chandra nodded. "All right. Good luck." Turning around, he headed back to the car and Lindy. "Do you want me to drive so you can keep an eye on him?" "Sure." She got into the rear of the car, behind the driver seat. Without saying anything more, Nate got in and started the car. Liam looked a little surprised at the noise of the engine, but settled quickly. Lindy leaned forward to talk to Nate. "Looks like he's calmed down." "Uh huh." When no more comments were forthcoming, Lindy sat back in her seat, splitting her attention between Nathaniel and Liam. Liam, lulled by the motion of the car, had fallen asleep, fist clenched by his head. Nate continued to drive, silently. Lindy waited for about ten minutes before breaking the silence. "Are you having second thoughts about this, Nate?" "Hmm?" He met her gaze in the rear-view mirror. "No, baby. I'm just thinking." "About what? It can't be something good, or you wouldn't be frowning like that." He let out a quiet sigh, redirecting his gaze to the road. "I'm just a little nervous. I don't think I thought things through very well. I didn't anticipate that he wouldn't like me." He rubbed his hand over his face. "I guess it just hurt a little." "Doesn't like you? What are you talking about, Nate? He barely knows you." "He cried when I tried to hold him, Lind. And he quieted down when you did." Nathaniel shrugged his shoulders, keeping his eyes on the road. "He just doesn't like me." "Nate! That's the silliest thing I've heard. Didn't you notice that he was bawling his head off with Chandra as well?" She shook her head. "Pull over." "What?" "I can't do this while you're driving. Pull over and get out of the car." Once the car was on the side of the road, she got out of the car and walked to the other side. "Come over here." She opened the passenger door. Nate walked over, bewildered. "What are you doing?" Lindy reached in the car and took out her jacket. "Put this on your shoulder." While Nate did so, she unbuckled Liam from the car seat. Liam stayed asleep, even when she lifted him up. "Here, take him." "Lind, this isn't a good idea." Reluctantly, he took the baby, cuddling him against the jacket. Liam opened one eye, and looked right at Nate. Nate winced as the baby opened his mouth and inhaled... Liam gave one large yawn and fell back asleep. "See? It's not really you. It's your smell." He looked at her as if she had grown a third head. "I'm not following." "It's not a matter of not liking you, it's a matter of smelling like a werewolf. He probably misses his mommy, and I smell just enough like her to comfort him. Give him a few days and he'll associate us with mommy and daddy." He gave her a long stare before the corner of his mouth lifted. "I sure hope you're right, Lind, because I'm not going to start wearing your clothes. No matter how pretty you say I look." She laughed softly. "He's going to love you, Nate. I promise." He bent his head and pressed a kiss to his son's head, rubbing his back soothingly. [Please, God, let her be right.] It had been a long time since he had been at his apartment in Place des Vosges. Back when he actually lived in Paris, it had been one of the most desirable addresses to live at. Now it was filled with shops, cafes and restaurants. Bryn had teasingly suggested that they look at the antique store to 'scope out the competition.' Only having been in the store for a little while, she turned to him and asked if he'd wait for her at the cafe they'd passed. She said she had a surprise for him, and he had to wonder whether it had to do with the antique store or the art shop down the street. With one last kiss, he agreed. [She's certainly taking long enough,] he thought. He'd been sitting at the outdoor table, drinking his cafe au lait for nearly thirty minutes. Since he hadn't been sure what to order for her, he asked the garcon to leave a menu. Staring down the long street, tapping his fingers on the table, he felt antsy wondering where she was. Hopefully she hadn't gone anywhere else. She didn't know her way around the city, and only spoke a few words of French. Glancing around at the people around him, his gaze caught momentarily on the woman getting out of a taxi at the curb. From the moment she opened the door, all he could see was legs. And ruby red stiletto platform shoes. He tried to keep his gaze focused on the sidewalk, but his eyes strayed back every few seconds. As did many other men's, he noticed. She climbed out of the car and tugged on the hem of her thigh-length black trench coat. He almost laughed at the expression of the man in the next table as she bent to pay the cab driver through the window. Turning, smoothing down her chin length platinum blonde hair and red beret, she glanced at the front of the cafe and then walked with an exaggerated sway towards the coffee bar. He continued to divide his attention between the menu and her. He could almost track her progress by the turning heads and the dropped jaws. And still he kept an eye out for Bryn. Anton was now growing concerned that she hadn't arrived. [What if she had one of her fainting spells...] He decided to give her five more minutes, then he would go in search of her. Sitting down at a table across the cafe, the blond crossed her legs, showing a significant amount of flesh in the process, revealing the butterfly tattoo on the inside of her right thigh. The top of her coat gaped open a bit, showing off her ample breasts. And it made Anton feel like a fool for staring at her like the other men. He was more than happily married, and Bryn would probably have a fit if she knew what he was doing. But that didn't stop him from shifting a bit uncomfortably as she brought her coffee cup up to her glossy red lips. Mentally slapping himself, he looked back at the sidewalk for Bryn, getting ready to pay his bill and leave. He took one last look at the blond and saw her talking to a young man that had stopping in front of her table. Anton stood up, reaching for his wallet, when the woman smiled widely at her admirer...with a grin that was incredibly familiar to him. He walked towards her, studying the stranger more closely. Her eyes were a dark brown, her hair the wrong color, and he knew she didn't have a tattoo of a butterfly. But no two people had that same grin. And right now that grin was turned on the young admirer. He had to fight to keep his fangs from sharpening. [Not here, not in public.] She was speaking in English, although with a French accent. Not a bad one at that. It was obvious the man she spoke to was a tourist, most likely a college student judging by his age. Anton's hand fisted as she winked at the kid, who was obviously interested. Anyone looking could see that he was about to bust a seam on his tight jeans. He stood above her, the perfect angle to look at her cleavage. And as he jabbered on about the 'art scene', she met Anton's gaze, her eyes traveling up and down his body, before subtly licking her lips. He swallowed convulsively as she stood up, bending over and giving him an eyeful of her cleavage as well. He almost laughed at the crestfallen expression of her would-be suitor. But his teeth clenched when he saw her brush by the kid, literally. If they hadn't been in the middle of a crowded cafe, he would have fed, hungry or no. She walked over to the coffee bar, speaking briefly to the man at the counter before he came back with a buttery croissant. Walking back to the table, she gave Anton a little smirk. She set down the plate she was carrying before stepping up to the college kid. Placing her hand against his chest, she leaned over and whispered something in his ear, her lips almost grazing him, a smile curving her lips, her gaze on Anton all the while. That was more than enough for Anton. He took a moment to check his teeth with tongue to make sure they weren't too pointed. Walking towards them forcefully, he glared down the younger man before turning to his wife. "We need to talk," he said in a low voice. She gave him a puzzled stare. "Do I know you?" she asked, that accent starting to grate on his nerves. "You know damn well who I am." Annoyed that the kid was still standing there, he turned his head and barked, "Get lost!" Practically stumbling over his own feet, the other guy took off for the entrance...and Anton grabbed her wrist and starting towing her towards the back of the cafe. She hesitated, but sauntered along after him like this happened to her all of the time. "If you wanted my company, darling, all you had to do was ask." She tugged on his grip, but gave up when she knew she couldn't get loose. "Are you at least going to tell me your name? I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." He turned around to ask her what the hell she was talking about when it hit him. She wanted to play. Well, then he'd be more than willing to oblige. "And why do you wish to know my name?" "How else will I know what to scream?" He swallowed, throat dry. "Anton." "Je m'appelle Cerise." [Her name is Cherry?] he thought. "Vous bandez pour moi, Anton?" He could suddenly feel a flush creeping over his cheeks, especially when he noticed the other patrons staring at them. [Good God. She obviously practiced that one.] Suddenly in a hurry to get out of earshot of the rest of the crowd, he started walking once more while pulling her behind him. She let out a small laugh, and he had to shake his head. He'd never expected Bryn to ask him if he had a hard-on for her in the middle of a packed cafe. And surprisingly he still did, despite his embarrassment. The apartment, while close by, would not be keeping in the role Bryn had chosen to play. He looked for a place where they could be alone together. Still pulling her behind him, he opened the door to the men's room and looked around. It was empty. Perfect. He let her enter before him, content to watch her sway into the room from behind. She pivoted on her toes as she reached the counter top, turning to face him, pushing herself up and back until she was sitting on the laminated surface. She licked her lips again, sitting with her legs slightly spread, and slipped her hand down to caress the inner curve of her breast. "Are you married, Anton? I love to be fucked by a well-kept man." "Ah, trust me. I am a *very* well-kept man." He stepped forward, nudging her legs wider apart. He ran his fingers up and down the lapels of her trench coat. "Mmm. A very well-hung man, as well," she said, running her fingers up and the zipper of his pants. "It's a good thing you interrupted when you did, or he might have taken me home with him." She cocked an eyebrow at him. "You think you can fuck me better than he can?" "I don't think I can," Anton said, hands sliding to unknot the belt holding her trench coat closed. "I know I can." Opening the garment, he wasn't surprised to find her naked beneath it. He was surprised, however to find that she had shaved herself. Eyes darting between hers, her breasts, and her sex, he bent down and sucked a pink nipple between his teeth. She purred, running her hand over his face and then through his hair. Bracing her patent leather shoes on his thighs, she slid her other hand between her legs. Tracing her red-lacquered nails around her bare sex, teasing the swelling pouty folds, dipping her finger into moisture before lightly circling her clit. "What are you going to do to me, Anton? How are you going to make me scream?" Anton pulled away from her breast long enough to answer her. He grabbed the hand that was teasing her and pulled it back to her side. "I am going to fuck you long and hard. And while I fuck you, I'm going to suck your breasts and tease your clit. But I'm not going to let you touch yourself. That's for me to do." "Ooh la la...and just how long are you planning on fucking me? I charge by the hour." "How long can you hold up? Money is no concern of mine." She gave him a wolfish grin, sliding her shoe across his thigh to tease his cock and balls with her toes. "I can hold up all night if you can." Leaning back against the mirror on the wall, she said, "No kissing. Save that for your wife. Other than that, you can do anything you want to me. Or just ask and I'll do anything you want to you. Absolutely anything. Someone once told me my mouth was perfect for fucking. Lucky for you, my mouth isn't my most talented orifice." "Well, then let's see how talented your mouth is to begin with." He took a step closer to her, breathing heavily. "Suck me." "Mmm. My pleasure." She slipped off of the counter top, squatting down in front of him, holding on to his legs for balance. Licking her lips, using one hand to unfasten his pants, she then yanked his jeans and boxers down around his hips. Returning her grip to his legs, rubbing her hands up and down the back of his thighs, she gave him a little wink as she pressed glossy lipstick kisses all over his cock. "And I guarantee, your pleasure as well." Lapping at the head of his cock, teasing the slit at the tip with her tongue, she let out a soft moan. She closed her mouth around the rim, rolling her lips up and down the length of him. Pulling away from him, she watched his cock bob eagerly in front of her before saying, "You taste so good, Monsieur...I may just do this for free." Anton almost purred as she wrapped her lips around him again. One hand cradled the back of her head, guiding her deeper. He leaned into his thrusts, bouncing forward on his toes and rocking back onto his heels. But when she began caressing his balls, he pulled away from her before he got over- stimulated. He grinned when he saw she couldn't take her eyes off of his cock. "On the counter, on your back." She gave him another saucy smile, kissing the head of his cock before using his body to pull herself to her feet. Slipping backwards onto the counter, she lifted her legs and pressed her tall heels to his chest, slowly lowering her back down to the surface, scooting towards him until her ass was nearly hanging in midair. She pulled her coat open, leaving herself bare to his view. Teasing his chest with her sexy shoes, she let her legs fall open weakly. "What are you going to do to me, lover?" He grabbed her ankles, lifting one to his lips to lap at before answering. "I'm going to go down on you and then I'm going to fuck you within an inch of your life. I'm going to make you forget any other lover you've ever had. And not only will you not charge me, you'll be begging me to do it again." Without another word, he circled his tongue around her ankle again nipping lightly at the side of her calf. She whimpered, using his grip on her ankles to pull him closer. With the shave job she'd given herself, it was easier to see the moisture leaking from her sex. The wetness and sheen on her thighs. It was obvious that this little fantasy turned her on. She liked parading around almost naked in front of a bunch of strangers, titillating them relentlessly. And seducing her own husband like a prostitute was getting her more excited by the minute. She parted her legs even more as he drew near, her chocolate-tinted gaze dilated with anticipation. He had lapped past her knee by now. Anton was arching over her, teasing the inside of her lower thigh with his teeth. His other hand slid along her other thigh. He spread open her sex and just stared at the moisture leaking from her. He smiled as she squirmed beneath his gaze. This little fantasy was turning him on to no end, especially when he thought about what Bryn had done to prepare herself. Stare never wavering from her, he lowered his mouth to her sex. He hoped she didn't accidentally snap his neck from how hard she was tightening her legs around him. After lapping at the moisture lining her sex, he circled her clit with a feather light touch. He continued to lick all around it feeling her squirm more and more. Giving in to his own desire, he flicked his tongue lightly against her clit before stabbing it deep inside of her. "Oh God, Anton!" She started panting, closing in on an orgasm, when the door to the bathroom suddenly opened behind Anton. She sat up slightly, a shocked look on her face. Yet when Anton tried to turn and look as well, she put her hand on the back of his head and pushed his mouth back between her legs. Her gaze never wavering from the man in the doorway, who was no doubt staring at the spectacle before him in shock, she sneered. "Haven't you ever seen a woman get eaten out before? Leave!" The man quickly retreated. Anton chuckled against Bryn, making her squirm a little more. [She's *really* in character.] His tongue resumed licking in and out of her sex as his left hand slipped up to squeeze her breast. One finger of his other hand lightly stroked her clit. She slid back down on the countertop, a shaky sigh leaving her mouth at the sensations he was reawakening. It wasn't long before she was writhing beneath his touch again, moaning with stroke of his thumb, her sex opening and closing against his tongue, his fingernails scratching lightly over his scalp. With more intense pressure added to her clit, she shrieked, arching her back and rocking her hips, cumming against his mouth. He didn't give her a chance to recover. Anton tore his mouth away from her, straightened up and shoved his cock into her. He moaned feeling her still contracting from her orgasm. He grabbed her arms, pinning them to her sides. He began thrusting, relishing how hot and slick she was. One hand released its grip on her wrist to roll her nipple around roughly. She gasped, holding his gaze, trying her best to reach out and touch him. With his one hand occupied, she lifted her own hand to his face, caressing his jaw, rubbing her thumb across his lips until he open his mouth and sucked the digit inside. Gripping his cock tightly inside of her, she winced slightly as her head bumped repeatedly against the wall. Obviously not entirely concerned about her head, she said, "Does every woman fall in love with you the minute you touch her, or is it just me?" He pushed her thumb out of his mouth with his tongue. "I thought that rule number one in your line of work was never fall for your clients." He added a side to side motion to his thrusts. She arched upwards as his hand moved to her other breast. "That's not answering my question." "Then at the risk of sounding arrogant, yes, they do. That's why I'm very selective about the women I touch." She gave him a wide grin. "I believe they do." She let her hand trail down his neck, fingers tracing over his collarbones before seeking out his nipple through the fabric of his shirt. She moaned as he continued thrusting deep inside of her, seeming to go deeper than he ever had before with her ankles resting on his shoulders. "Your wife must be one very lucky woman, Anton." "Trust me, I'm the lucky one." He closed his eyes, concentrating on the feel of her surrounding him. He was beginning to regret the bit of bragging he had done earlier about his staying power. Biting the inside of his lip, he continued to thrust, trying to hold off the growing tingling in his groin. She slipped her ankles off of his shoulders, lowering her legs and tightening them around his waist. Biting her lip as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, she grabbed his hand and guided it between her legs. "Rub my clit, lover...I'm almost ready to scream your name." A shudder ran through him at her words, and the feeling of his thumb slipping around in circles over her wet clit. She moaned louder, lifting her hips against his thrusts, little spasms shaking her with every pass of his thumb. Her moans grew louder and louder until she finally clenched her muscles around him. "Anton!" He arched back, pushing deep into her. With a yell, his hips flexed and he shot deep inside of her, flooding her. Panting, Anton braced himself on his arms, leaning over her. He looked deep into her brown eyes, so alien looking in her face, as he gently slipped the wig off of her head. Holding her gaze, he bent down and kissed her. She moaned against his mouth, deepening the kiss, holding onto him tightly. He slipped one arm behind her back and the other under her thigh, lifting her until she was sitting on the countertop once more. She pulled him even closer, wrapping her arms and legs around him, refusing to release his mouth until she was sated. It was incredibly difficult to make love with Anton without kissing him repeatedly. If he hadn't removed her wig and kissed her, she would've taken matters into her own hands. By the time she released him and pulled back to meet his gaze, her face was flushed and she was breathing just as heavily as she had before she came. Seeing the slight frown on his face as she met his gaze, she bent over slightly and quickly removed her contacts, flushing them down the drain before sitting up once more. She grinned widely at him, and when she spoke all traces of her accent were gone. "It scared the crap out of me when that guy opened the door! I would've completely freaked out, but what you were doing felt so good. I didn't want you to stop!" "And I was afraid I would have to stop," Anton chuckled. "But I don't think we should tempt fate any longer. Shall we go back to the apartment?" "All right, but you have to kiss me again, first." Combing his fingers through her hair, he pulled her close and kissed her once more, caressing her face with his thumbs, making her moan again. As he pulled back, her eyes were closed, lashes fluttering, and she licked her lips. Meeting his gaze, she smiled again. "You aren't going to make me beg for you to do it to me again, are you?" she asked. He shook his head. "I was talking to Cerise. I don't make my wife beg me for anything...I'm too busy begging her." End Chapter Thirty-one <- Previous Chapter | Home | Next Chapter ->