I wasn't sure if I'd get this out tonight, but I did!

Also, I've had a few reviews, asking me if Eleanor is really important to the story. She is. And, no, she won't show up in the present. She is part of Victor's past, and will remain there. I can't tell you what happens, you'll have to wait and see!

Chapter 10

Marked and Mated

Canada, 1851

Victor learned to enjoy his time with Eleanor. He didn't tell Jimmy about his night with her, nor did he tell him every time he snuck out once Jimmy had fallen asleep. Eleanor welcomed him every night with open arms and a warm smile. She seemed just as content to share her bed with the enthusiastic, but virile teenager. His confidence was growing with every passing night and he had quickly learned exactly how she liked to be touched. Of course, his first instinct upon seeing her naked flesh, was to bury his face against the soft warmth of her chest. He was quickly becoming addicted to the taste and feel of her succulent breasts as he laved and suckled them. She seemed to like it too. He loved the rush of arousal that flooded her body when he took a hardened nipple into his mouth.

They settled into a routine during the next few weeks. Victor and Jimmy continued to help Eleanor around her cottage and helped her take care of the few livestock she had. She'd managed to stock up on all the food they would need for the winter, knowing that it was only a matter of days before it became too cold to venture out too far.

One particular day, Eleanor was busy milking her cow in the barn whilst Victor spread plenty of hay around for bedding for the few sheep she had. Victor had been watching her from the corner of his eye as she hummed to herself. Despite their interlude of the night before, and earlier in the morning, whenever he saw her, his desire almost spiralled out of control.

He quickly finished with the hay and came up behind her as she stood up from the milking stool. He wrapped his arms around her, almost making her drop the bucket of milk. He let her put it down before he ripped open her dress at the front and grasped her breasts.

"Victor! I must… finish!" she cries as his hands gather up the skirt of her dress.

"I need you!" he growls as a hand slide through her already moist folds.

She lost the ability to speak as he circled the pad of a finger against her clit and she arched her behind against his clothed erection. He pulled a leg up by the knee and supported her weight with his other arm as she grabbed behind her for his trousers so she could free him and guide him to her entrance. He wasted no time as she thrust into her, almost unbalancing her, but his sheer strength held her fast as she tried to grapple for the nearest wooden post to hold on to, as he shoved hard into her.

He soon lost himself to the slick tightness of her warmth as he thrust almost frantically. He ran his lips and tongue over the exposed flesh of her neck and shoulders, grinning as she shuddered under his dominating pleasure. He lifted the hand holding her waist to one of her bouncing breasts and caressed the soft, plump globe as he increased his pace, desperate to fill her.

She moaned loudly as he gripped the leg he was holding up, his claws digging into her knee slightly, and he tweaked the nipple of the breast he was massaging. She quivered around him and felt her climax rushing to completion as he groaned into her neck.

When he angled his thrusts, she cried out and clenched tightly around him as her release crashed through her. Her legs shook and she almost lost her grasp of the post she was holding in a futile effort to remain upright. Victor growled as she contracted around him and he climaxed hard into her, still pumping himself rapidly to draw out their pleasure.

They panted wildly as their bodies shook in the after effects of their mutual pleasure. Victor let her leg drop and wrapped his arms around her to stop her from collapsing into a heap. She turned her head and reached a hand up to stroke his fuzzy jaw. She smiled blissfully and he leered back as a hand gently held one of her breasts, seemingly content to feel to weight of it in his large hand. His substantial release dribbled down her leg, but she didn't care as she stared contentedly into his deep blue eyes. Magnificent.

Canada, Present Day

Áine lay boneless and sprawled out on the sofa as Victor stared intently down at her. When she turned her head, he could see the claw marks he'd left her with earlier. He couldn't really remember actually scratching her, but he supposed it would have been a definite possibility considering he had grabbed her throat and lengthened his claws. The more he stared at them, the more they mocked him.

He suddenly straddled her hips and watched with a leer as her eyes flickered open to look at him. His claws lengthened halfway and he placed one hand on the cushion by her head. There was no scent of fear.

"You not scared of me, frail?" he growled.

"No."

"Why not?" he hissed as he brought his hand to her throat, but didn't squeeze.

"Why should I be scared?"

"You know what I could do to you. I don't think you're that stupid, frail," he mocked.

"Of course I know. I know you're bigger and stronger than I could ever be. But, I also know that if you wanted to kill me, there's nothing I could do to stop you. You would have done it already. I guess you still might. But, why should I be scared of something I can't stop or control? I don't run from things. I wasn't running that first day. I have a gun upstairs. Although, now I know you can heal, I can't imagine a gun would stop you for long. I'm not the type to cower and hide away from anything. This is my house, and I won't hide myself in a cupboard somewhere. Besides, I figure you'll just do whatever you want anyway," she explained softly.

Victor had to admit (silently), that her outlook was pretty logical. She was right. She couldn't stop him from doing what he wanted. He wasn't yet sure if he should feel elated or annoyed that he couldn't scare the crap out of her.

He quickly turned her head to the side so he could take a closer look at the scratches. He put his nose to them and inhaled. His scent lingered in the wounds. It suddenly dawned on him that he had unconsciously marked her. The scratches were a clear display of ownership, but his scent was strong enough for anyone to smell. He had to mark her properly.

Even as part of his mind roared at him to stop, that she was nothing more than convenient pussy, he still lowered his mouth to the scratches and raked a fang gently over the healing wounds, to make them bleed again. Áine sucked in a sharp breath as the wounds were reopened, but the pain eased as he placed his tongue and mouth against them, suckling gently on the few drops of fresh blood that trickled into his welcoming mouth. Her blood was sweet and warm. He grunted in satisfaction at the taste of her and reluctantly pulled his lips away so he could lick the wounds closed. He dragged his tongue gently across the scratches and couldn't help but smile as she shuddered under him at the intimate act. She still wasn't frightened. He had his fangs merely centimetres away from her throat, but she wasn't scared.

The strangest sensation flushed through him, and he frowned. It was trust. She trusted him not to harm her. As strong willed as he knew she was, she had essentially placed her life in his hands, and trusted him not to end it. Neither had put themselves into the situation willingly, and yet, their bodies, and even their souls had done so.

He turned her head so he could look into her vibrant green eyes. They were glassy and he could smell a faint scent of arousal. It still baffled him that she could surprise him.

Áine watched as a single drop of blood trickled down from his lip and onto his chin. She lifted her head and placed her full lips over it so she could suckle his jaw. She let her head fall back and licked her lips. His eyes were unfathomable. She had no idea what he was thinking, but she still raised a hand to gently cup his cheek. This time, he didn't flip out at the touch. Instead, he dropped his mouth to hers and kissed her forcefully, still feeling the overwhelming need to dominate her. Whether she liked it or not, she was his, and he intended to show her as much, as he pinned her arms above her head and plunged his tongue into her mouth as her legs parted eagerly beneath him.

A/N: Okay, a bit of a cliffie in terms of lemons! But, I'll be speeding up the time ever so slightly for the next chappie, just a few weeks.

One thing should be noted and Áine, she can feel fear from him in the moment, but it never lasts. She felt fear when he grabbed her hard by the throat, but it was purely a natural response to threat, and was over as soon as he let her go. However, as strong-willed as she is, she isn't a mutant, nor does she have hidden powers. She's just an average human.