Mature content.

Lots of lemons, especially to start with.

Set before Mercy for a real hold on her pack bond and it would fry itself out for periods of time, then she learns to control it later.

Story setting:

Mercy has been bitten and claimed by Blackwood and has agreed to forge a blood bond with Stefan to break it. The first italicized part is a piece from Iron Kissed.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Mercy Thompson series or any characters.

"I'm going to restrain you a little because if you jerk while I'm still at your neck, you might make me cut through the wrong thing and you could bleed to death." He didn't pressure me, just sat on the plush bench seat as if he could stay there the rest of my life.

"How?" I said.

"I'll have you fold your arms over your stomach, and I'll hold them there."

I did a panic check, but Tim had never restrained me that way. I tried not to think about how he'd held me down and was only moderately successful.

"Go up to the front of the van," Stefan said. "The keys are in the ignition. You'll have to drive yourself home because I can't stay here. I have to hunt now. I'll - "

I wrapped my arms around myself and leaned against him. "Okay, do it."

His arm came slowly around my shoulders and over my right arm. When I stayed put, he put his hand over my arms in such a way that I couldn't free myself.

"All right?" He asked calmly, as if need hadn't turned his eyes jewel-bright, like Christmas lights in the dark van.

"All right," I said.

His teeth must have been razor-sharp because I didn't feel them slice through skin, only the cool dampness of his mouth. Only when he began to draw blood did it start to hurt.

Who feeds at my table?

The roar in my head made me panic as Stefan's bite had not. But I held very still, like a mouse when it first notices the cat. If you don't move, it might not attack.

The steady draw of Stefan's mouth faltered for an instant. Then he resumed feeding, patting my knee with his free hand. It shouldn't have comforted me, but it did. He'd heard the scary monster, too, and he wasn't running.

After a while, the ache deepened into pain - and the now-wordless roar of anger echoing in my head grew muffled. I started to feel cold, as if it wasn't just blood he was taking, but all the warmth in my body. Then his mouth moved, and he laved the wounds with his tongue.

The moment his tongue slid across my neck, sealing the bite mark I remember that Stefan had once had feelings for me. I didn't exactly know what kind of feelings but I had a flashback to being in the basement of an old church doing a blood exchange then, too. I was half unconscious because of a crazy demon possessed vampire but I vaguely remembered Stefan whispering something sweetly romantic into my ear.

I suddenly realized how Stefan treated me differently than he did anyone else, and that he was the only vampire I knew who was so protective over anyone who he cared about. I also knew that Stefan had a soft spot for his own sheep but that I was also somehow different from them. Stefan had feelings for me and I wasn't sure how strong or how I felt about it.

His tongue was still sliding over my bite mark but he'd released my arms and my hands slid into his hair and grabbed on. I didn't remember deciding to do that. Suddenly I wasn't cold anymore. Stefan froze for a second and then his tongue was sliding up my neck towards my ear, testing me, and when I didn't object it kept going. He nibbled on my ear gently, not breaking skin and I gasped and held onto his hair tighter. Was I turned on right now? Yes.

I think he smiled, though I couldn't see his face and he whispered my name into my ear, "Mercy," it was almost a moan. I pressed myself against him. Stefan sat up slightly and pulled me with him. He pulled out a knife and slid it across his wrist till it began to bleed. "We need to finish the bond, love," he said softly and held it up to my mouth.

My mouth opened and closed around the cut. Being a coyote shifter, I didn't have many aversions to blood. My eyes opened when he pulled away his wrist but I didn't remember closing my eyes, nor do I remember how I'd gotten into his lap but here I was.

"Mercy," he whispered again softly, sweetly. I could feel our bond, like a soft hum.

My bond with Adam and the pack was still burnt out and I couldn't feel it and it didn't worry me. I moved, centering myself in Stefan's lap, straddling him. His hands slid up my back, under my shirt. I thought about Adam briefly; he'd understand. I was sure. Or maybe I was to aroused to care.

I kissed Stefan, pushing my tongue into his mouth and it touched a fang. I froze for a second and so did he, one of his hands was still on my back, the other had slipped around between us to softly brush against one of my nipples while he waited for my reaction. Without our blood bond I might have been frightened, but I wasn't so I continued my invasion of his mouth. I knew Stefan was a vampire, I knew he had fangs. I was too turned on to care though.

I moaned into his mouth when he began to tease my nipple and I pressed my hips against the erection I could now feel. "Mercy…" he warned me quietly. "Don't push me too fast, love. I am a predator after all." I chuckled and I began to grind on him. He growled. It wasn't like a werewolf growl or even normal sounds I've heard from vampires. It was soft but also with a touch of wildness; it was sexy. His fingers on my back dug in a little as a warning.

I knew he could smell my arousal but he wasn't a werewolf so it didn't automatically trigger a frenzy like it did with the wolves. I continued to grind on him only harder, my hands clawing at the back of his shirt trying to get it off. If I had any doubts about this before, my instincts didn't care anymore. I only wanted one thing.

Stefan, it seemed, had more restraint than I did because when my clothes came off, they were still whole. I would have tore them off, shredding them. "I don't need to return you home naked," he said briefly. I blinked, having suddenly been jostled and then we were both stripped of clothing and I was back in his lap. "I would love to worship you, but we don't have much time," Stefan said hastily, "Wolves will be up and possibly waiting." He'd meant Adam, though I doubted Adam would be over to check on me tonight.

I nodded, breathing hard even though nothing had really happened yet. For a brief moment, his lips found my breasts and his tongue played with them both, one after the other, making me more wet and turned on than I already was. I pushed my hips impatiently towards his and I felt him grin against my nipple. His hands found my hips and pulled me to him. I felt his shaft, hard and thick against the wetness between my legs and he continued pulling me until I felt him slide inside of me.

I gasped and grabbed his shoulders but he'd stopped moving. I looked into his red eyes and his face told me he was having a very hard time not moving. He was holding his breathe. As a vampire, Stefan didn't need to breathe but he usually did it for my benefit. "Stefan," I gasped out and it broke the spell. He began moving, sliding in and out of me at a quick pace. Holy fuck…

I didn't swear often, and it hadn't even been out loud. I heard Stefan chuckle. That's it my love, his voice said in my head. He scooted a little forward on the seat of the van with one hand on my hips, the other grabbing an ass cheek. He moved my body, sliding me into meet his when he thrust in and allowing me to bounce back, only to pull me back into him again. It was a smooth rhythm that he controlled effortlessly and it felt amazing.

I was like Jello. I was moaning so loud, I hoped no one would drive by and investigate why there was a van parked on the side of the road which a screaming girl inside. I also had no doubt the van was rocking. I also didn't care if they did at this moment. I lost my balance and my body fell backwards towards the front of the van. Stefan caught me and never stopped his thrusts.

Then it stopped. He was no longer inside of me and I growled angrily, confused. Before I knew it I was on my knees on the seat of the van we'd been fucking on and he pushed the top half of my body forward over the seat. And then he was knelt behind me, thrusting his shaft so deep into me I was crying out and gasping for breath. My eyes rolled back into my head with pleasure and I gripped the top of the seat tightly. Mercy… I heard Stefan in my head. He was thrusting hard and fast and I exploded around his shaft, coming hard. My vision blacked out and I was seeing stars. MINE, Stefan roared and came too.

I must have actually blacked out. I became aware of my surroundings before I stirred or even opened my eyes. I could tell I was in the van, back seat, I thought and I was laying on my back. I could feel clothes, Stefan must have dressed me, and the van was moving again.

Mercy? It was Adam's voice in my head, and he was worried. Adam, I thought.

Mercy! I felt the bond suddenly again. Are you okay?

Yes, I'm with Stefan. Coming home.

Good. And he was gone again, giving me privacy because he knew I wasn't 100% okay with the pack bond.

Stefan carried me into the house, which was dark and silent. Samuel must still be at work; the hospital kept him weird hours sometimes. He set me down, steadying me. "Will you be okay?"

I nodded. Stefan kissed me softly and then he was gone and I could no longer smell him. I was unsure how he did that, but then again he was a powerful vampire. I stumbled to the bathroom and turned on the shower where I scrubbed myself clean and then I found my way to my bedroom where I managed to find underwear and a shirt and I fell asleep.

And there you have it, my first chapter. I've never actually written a lemon scene before, so I'd like to know how I did.

I chose Stefan first because he's my favorite character, I just loved him.

I have written quite a few other chapters but I want to see how this goes before I upload anymore.

Next chapter will involve Mercy and Adam.