Harper walked through the door to her fathers house not bothering to see if anyone was home. She didn't much care and had just a little bit of time to get her shit packed up before Mac came. He wasn't a patient person and wasn't one to do favors for people. She considered herself fuckin' lucky she had even got him to entertain the idea. It took some leg work but she convinced him to help in the end. At that thought she felt a twinge between her thighs from her persuasion.

Setting heavily on the floor she braced her arms and looked around the room. This would be the last time she would ever really be in here and thank fuck for small mercies. This house lost it's warmth when her mother died and Melissa moved in. Everything changed then, including her dad.

Looking over her shoulder at the sound of foot steps she met Melissa's eyes. "So you're moving out?"

"Told you I would didn't I." Harper stood up looking at her. "Didn't believe me did you?"

Melissa walked more in the room looking around at the boxes. "How are you going to get this moved?"

Harper held back her grin, "Got it taken care of."

Harper didn't look back at her instead moving to her bookshelf and pulling down book after book. She could hear Melissa moving around the house but didn't pay any attention to her. She was listening for the sounds of Mac's truck it was getting close to time for him to get there. She wanted to get him, get her shit, and get the fuck out of here.

Her head snapped up at the sound of the front door opening. She turned her head straining her hearing trying to hear what Melissa was saying. Walking to her door and sticking her head out she heard Melissa talking to someone, she wasn't mistaken about that.

"So you're Mac?" Melissa's voice washed over her as she walked down the hall.

Stepping around the corner to the hall she stopped in her tracks looking at Mac. He was in his coveralls but that wasn't what got her, it was the whole picture. He had them undone hanging around his hips leaving him in just his soaked wife beater, it was clinging to ever plane and curve of his lithe and lean body. His hip was cocked out to the side as he ran his hands through his sweaty hair making it stick up at odd angles.

His gruff voice brought her attention back to Melissa blocking his path to her and she stepped more into the room. Keeping her face neutral, "This way Mac."

His eyes came to hers and he nodded stepping around Melissa and walking towards her. She watched the sweat roll down the column of her throat and took a deep breath.

"Mac are you hungry or thirsty?" Melissa stepped next to him smiling to bright.

Harper looked at Melissa a little wide eyed as she watched her. She was flirting with Mac with more than just her words, her entire body was screaming it. She was running her eyes all over him and licking her lips like a woman starved for water in the desert, she felt her composure slipping the more the woman was around him.

Mac looked from Harper finally down to Melissa next to him, "No." His tone was cold and dismissive.

Harper grabbed ahold of his bicep and pulled him down the hall and away from Melissa before she done something that both of them were going to regret. Mac walked with her easy enough but she still didn't loosen her grip on his arm hoping it would bruise him. Leave some kind of mark, some kind of indication that he was with someone. Anything.

Mac stepped into her room and looked at her with a raised eyebrow and then looked down at her hand on his arm. As soon as she released her hold on his arms they crossed across his chest his hand sliding under his arms and thumbs hooking.

"That the bitch you keep talkin' about?" Mac asked.

Nodding her head she jerked books down from the shelf feeling his eyes on her. She swallowed down her annoyance, "Yes."

"She seemed nice." Mac goaded.

Harper spun around glaring at him and seen him smirking. "Asshole." she hissed.

"And your a goddamned cunt." He barked back at her walking towards her.

She dropped her books in the box and stepped back against the wall to give her some room against is advancing form. She felt her body responding to his presence and he hadn't even touched her. She fought against giving herself away to him knowing he would see any little change in her.

His chuckle caused her to look up. His eyes were dark denim looking down at her and she knew she failed in her attempt at keeping herself schooled. When he was standing in front of her, "What the fuck am I hear for again?"

Harper's breath rushed out and she looked at the stuff she knew she needed him to help with if she was getting out of here today. She pointed out each thing not trusting her voice. He looked over his shoulder at what she directed, he brought his eyes back to her and looked her over. His eyes were hungry.

She braced herself for him but he stepped away from her grabbing the first thing she pointed at and lifted it easily and was gone from the room. She slumped against the wall and watched the doorway. She couldn't lie and say he didn't scare her, because he fuckin' did. The way he looked at her sometimes made her wonder how long it'd be till he killed her. And even knowing this, knowing that he had killed people. More than even she knew about she still couldn't stay away from him.

He breezed back in the room not looking at her and was gone just as fast. She heard the clicking of Melissa's stupid ass shoes coming down the hall and a grunt. She snorted knowing that Mac had just breezed past the woman again not bothering to talk to her. She stopped paying attention to his appearances and disappearances.

She kicked the box away form her and pulled a empty one over and started filling it with more books. She ran her hand across the covers and smiled fondly. Books had been an escape for a long time for her, especially after her mother. Books and reading were something her and her mother had in common. Who got her reading and excited about it. She dropped the book into the box at the memories of her mother.

Her door shut with a soft click behind her alerting her to Mac's presence as he moved silently through the room. She looked over her shoulder at him and licked her lips suggestively. Her hand wondered to the concealed bite mark on her shoulder that had long ago scarred but never managed to lose the bruising. Mac kept that fresh on her.

Mac stepped behind her and she shuddered at the warmth rolling off his body and the heady scent. She inhaled deeply and leaned back into him just as his hand grabbed her throat and his other slid into her shorts.

"Whore." He hissed when his fingers slid through her drenched folds.

She pushed her ass back into him hard and bent slightly at the hips causing him to grunt. She jerked away from his restraining hand and he growled holding her tighter and jerking her up and against him. She knew it riled him up when she fought back sometimes against his hold and couldn't help it. She knew she would be sore later from it but she craved it. He spun them and shoved her against the foot-board of her bed. Her hips bones hitting hard and causing her to wince in pain as he kicked her legs wide.

She was dimly aware through the fog of lust and need that Melissa could likely walk in at any second. Mac's hand slid down working the buttons open on her shorts and jerking them down her hips roughly. His hand came back and slapped her ass hard causing her to mewl and whimper. He released her throat and forced her forward and over the foot-board with a hand on the back of her neck. The next slap was harder causing her wince in pain again and knew she was being punished for dragging him here and her fight. His hits followed in fast precise hits that would leave her sore for days, if not bruised.

"Don't move." He warned.

Harper hissed through her teeth shifting slightly.

Mac leaned over her body pinning her with his as he spoke directly into her ear, "Give me a reason bitch. I dare you." His voice was cold and sharp cutting through her.

With a snarl he thrusted into her jarring her hips hard into the wooden frame of her bed. Her feet came off the ground leaving her feeling helpless as her ass and pussy were exposed to him. Kicking her feet to find purchase they landed on his booted feet at his wide stance. His pace was unrelenting and she moaned with each deep penetrating hit.

Pushing up on her feet and arching she pushed back meeting his thrust with the same need. She looked over her shoulder at him watching the muscles working in his body and she clinched her internal muscles around him. He growled meeting her eyes, they dilated and he pulled out suddenly. She let her eyes fall to his hardened cock and then back to his eyes in question but he jerked her up and around facing him.

Ripping her shirt over her head his mouth descended on her breast and he sucked her pert nipple into his mouth. He groaned and looked up her body as he picked her up and walked across the room to the bookshelf. He slammed her against the bookshelf causing her to yelp and he was back inside of her before she could take a breath.

She looked down at him tightening her thighs around his waist and he was looking at her smirking around her nipple just before he bit down. She sunk her fingers in his hair and tightened her grip painfully causing him to release her nipple. His lips brush across the swell of her breath gently his hot breath searing her skin. She jerked and felt herself soak him as he bit down hard on the side of her breast tearing the skin. He groaned against her and his arms came down sliding under her thighs one at a time.

She whimpered as his hips picked up the pace and pistoned into her over and over as he gripped the bookshelf behind them. The change in angle from being supported on his forearms felt like electricity was shooting up her spine every time he sunk into her again.

"Whore." He snarled releasing his bite on her breast.

She licked her lips as his face came back to hers his lips coated in her blood and teeth tinted red. His eyes burned straight through her and she made a strangled noise in back of her throat and jerked his head forward needing to taste herself on him. Mac's teeth closed over her lip and bit down and her breath left her as he released her split lip. She moaned into his mouth tasting her blood on his tongue and couldn't get close enough to him.

"I need.." her eyes searched his frantically as she panted, "I need it harder."

Mac gave her a smile that could melt hell and burn the devil and slammed into her harder as he dropped her down at the same time. Her head fell back with a thump exposing her throat to him. She felt her impending orgasm setting low in her stomach and pulled his face into her throat in a silent plea. She felt his hand wrap around part of throat as his teeth sunk into where her neck meets her shoulder.

Mac growled and buried himself into her biting his brand on her shoulder and released her throat sending her over the edge with him. She thrashed against him almost taking them both down to the ground causing him to lower her some and pin her in place grunting. After a few minute Harper slumped against him her face going to the crook of his neck as she gasped for air sinking her nails in his back to weld her to him. With each hot throb of him it caused her body to rock more and his panting chuckle in her hair wasn't helping.

"Fuck." She mewled.

Mac released his hold on her shoulder and she felt blood spill down over her chest as he stepped back from her. She went to move when his hand shot out stopping her he shook his head letting his eyes slide over her. They settled on her bitten and blooding breast before following the trail of blood up her chest to the bite mark on her neck and shoulder. He stepped forward head dipping and his tongue flashing out and sliding heavily through the blood drinking her in and just as quickly he was standing away from her.

On shaky legs she moved for her clothes as he jerked his boxers up followed by his coveralls back up over his hips. She winced with each step knowing she was bruised pretty bad in her back and hips but loving each stab of pain.

Mac turned to her and looking down at his chest and the blood settled there on his wife beater from her. He jerked his coveralls back up over his form covering the blood as he watched her.

"I'll be right back." She pulled her clothes on grabbing a new shirt knowing hers was gonna be ruined by the time she got to the bathroom. Mac didn't answer instead opting to glare at her.

Stepping into the bathroom she quickly through her shirt in a bag for her to take to the new place and just wash there. She cleaned up her body and was glad to see that she wasn't freely bleeding anymore. His scar was getting deeper in her shoulder and she slid her fingers around it lovingly. She snapped out of her thoughts being able to hear muffled talking. Goddamn Melissa was talking to him.

She jerked her new clothes on and stepped out of the bathroom in a hurry seeing Melissa hand him something to drink. Mac smirked at her around the cup and downed it in one gulp wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

"Thanks." He let his eyes fall to Melissa's chest before coming back her eyes.

"Want more? You look awfully hot." She smiled sweetly taking the glass from him.

Harper clinched her jaw jerking the cup out of Melissa's hand and stormed from the room going to get him something to drink. Of course he looked fuckin' hot he'd just fucked her like an animal. Her mind flashed to if Melissa would have heard them or not and if that was why she was in there with him. She liked what she heard.

She walked back into the room and handed him the cup his eyes danced dangerously at her in challenge and she swallowed. She gave him a pleading look and a smile broke out across his face just as his tongue flashed out soothing his bitten lip. His tongue and lips were still stained a deep crimson from her blood and rough kisses making his mouth look even more appealing than usual.

"This the rest of your shit?" Mac snapped her out of her lustful thoughts his eyes knowing.

"Yeah." Her voice was rough and she coughed.

Melissa looked down at her and frowned, "Mac would you like to stay for dinner I'm fixing-"

He waved her off in dismissal downing the sweet tea Harper had given him. "Got plans." His voice was once again cold and calculating.

Melissa's hungry gaze slid all over him, "You work for Frank don't you?"

Mac's eyes piercing gaze landed on her and she seen Melissa pale slightly at the ire in his blazing blue depths. Mac hated being questioned, if he wanted you to know something he let you know. He hated even more when people asked shit they already knew the answer to. His eyes slid down to the coveralls he was wearing and he gave her a look that screamed are you fucking stupid.

"Yes." He grunted as Harper took the cup trying to hide her triumphant smile.

Melissa nodded at him, "Well we hope Harper will bring you back around sometime." She cooed at him as Harper walked from the room.

She grimaced and walked from the room hearing him walking down the hall. The slam of the door let her know he had walked back outside and was likely loading more of her stuff up. Clicking of Melissa's shoes let her know she was coming her way.

"He don't talk much does he." It was rhetorical.

Harper looked at her, "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Being nice to your friend Harper." She snapped.

"Really cause it looked like to me you wanted him to throw you on the ground and fuck you." She growled her voice sounding more like Mac than herself.

Melissa's back went rigid, "I'm a married woman!"

"Your a woman who fucked a married man and then married him. There is a BIG fuckin' difference. Some people call that a goddamned whore." Harper barked at her, "You looked stupid and pitiful in there."

She stormed from the room and straight into her room doing one more quick sweep before walking out side. Mac was leaning up against the his truck smoking looking at the clouds. His head thrown back and the sun burning down hotly on his exposed skin.

"Not some people." His gruff voice met her ears breaking through her anger.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Everyone calls that type of person a whore." His face tilted down from the sky and he looked at her his eyes dancing with mirth.

"You heard that?" She crossed her arms mirroring his stance.

"Hard not to when your barking like a junkyard dog. Now where the fuck am I taking this shit?" He flicked his cigarette away and jerked his truck door open.

She walked around to her jeep, "Just follow me."

Mac had all of her shit almost unloaded as she packed other things in. She looked up as the door swung open and Jessica walked in smiling at her. She set some stuff down and walked into the room Harper had claimed.

"When did you get a chance to get all this here? I figured it would take awhile."

Harper looked behind her as the shadow fell over Jessica's body. She looked over her shoulder and moved quickly out of his way and they both watched as he set the box down. Harper's eyes zeroed in on the faint scars along his ribs from her when they had first had sex and the new ones from today on his back.

"Get hot?" Harper questioned.

Mac's eyes came to her as sweat dripped from his brow, "Fuck you." His tone harsh.

"I was just curious seems you lost half your clothing." Harper grinned at him.

His eyes went to her shoulder and his tongue swiped his bottom lip just before his canine teeth sank into them causing blood to bead around them. He growled and moved past both girls back outside.

"You do that to piss him off don't you?" Jessica whispered. "What's your secret for getting along with him? He's so harsh with you and gets mad so easy."

Harper shrugged, "The secret," She leaned towards her watching as Mac stepped back through the living room door backing another box for her. "Is he's always mad. He gets even don't doubt that."

Both girls watched his back as he set the box down drinking in the sight of him sweat slicked. He stood up and glared at them both, "There that's all your shit. Next time find someone else to do your goddamn bullshit." He snapped out.

Harper looked at his eyes and seen anger brewing there. Jessica quickly fled the room in the face of his anger and Harper took a tentative steps towards him but he side stepped her and moved from the room and straight out the door She followed quickly behind him not letting him get away. She seen the look in his eyes and knew something was going on.

When she got outside he was just getting to his truck. She started towards him but was slowed considerable by his punishing treatment from earlier. Before she could get to him the guy he worked with intercepted her.

"Hey there!" He smiled throwing his hand up at her.

"Hi." her eyes went to Mac. He hadn't seen Eric talking to her, yet.

"You moving in here?"

'Yes."

"We're neighbors now then!" His smile was pissing her off.

She looked at him, "Okay." and moved past him but he fell in step with her.

"If you need anything you know, just-" Eric broke off at the sound of a loud whistle.

Mac lowered his fingers from his mouth and his eyes were pinned on her before they went to Eric. Rage. He was livid.

"U..uh uh, Hey Mac didn't see you there." Eric's voice was meek.

Mac didn't speak to him instead glaring at him and causing Eric to squirm under his angry eyes. Harper held still knowing that it could easily be turned on her and she didn't want him to belt her right here in the parking lot.

Eric looked down at her trying to get his composure together, "If you nee something just let me know." He mumbled before walking away.

She just watched him almost sprint away from Mac. She looked back at him and gasped as smoke billowed from his flaring nostrils and he grabbed her chin jerking her face close to his, "Who do you belong to bitch?" He snarled.

"You." She whimpered feeling like her jaw was going to break.

"WHO!" Mac snarled again sound more animal than man.

"Mac." Her voice was stronger and her eyes were downcast.

"Look at me." Her warned releasing her jaw.

His hand went to her shoulder and slid over the brand with perfect accuracy of someone who knows every dip and curve. She sucked in a breath and looked up at him seeing the predator in his yes.

"I belong to you, Mac." She said breathlessly.

He let a feral smile split his lips and he removed his hand.

"You're going hunting aren't you?"

Mac looked at her for a minute, "What the fuck you on about?"

"That look in your eyes, it's the same look you had when you killed Sam and his friend." She deduced.

Mac's eye twitched ever so slightly and his jaw tensed as he studied her. After a few minutes seeming to find what he needed in her eyes, "Blake, your mine Harper. Any man who puts a hand on you I'll fucking kill."

He turned and walked the rest of the way to his truck not looking back as he left. She felt her chest heave at the thought of him going after Blake. What if he got hurt? She knew he was going to kill Blake for cornering her at school and for at the bar. But also because of what it caused with Walter. Her hand drifted to the bite mark and she felt some of the tension leave her body being able to feel it as if Mac was there himself.

Turning and walking back to her apartment she avoided looking the way Eric had went knowing he was likely waiting for when Mac had left to try and talk to her again. She didn't have the patience for him and knew that it would lead to more than Eric being brutalized. Mac would likely beat the shit out of her if he thought she was sleeping with another man. He wasn't kidding about is threat about killing any man that got close to her. She knowledge made smile, whether he knew it or not...or even fuckin' accepted it. Mac was just as much hers.