Sorry it's been so long since I've updated. I was out of town and ended up getting really bad sick. I bout thought I was going to have to stay in the hospital for awhile. So those of you who follow some of my other stories be patient I'm working on it. I'm still sick but I wanted to update.

Mac snapped awake looking around his room, eyes landing on the clock he sighed. Six in the morning on a goddamn Saturday. Running a hand across his face he groaned and set up.

Mac stood up not bothering to pull any pants on an walked silently out of his room in his boxers. Making a quick stop into the bathroom he relieved himself and then looked at his reflection. Splashing cold water on his face to wake himself up he paused at a thudding sound through the house.

Walking back through the house he heard a light laugh and huffed. Of course. He silently moved behind Harper and squatted down just behind her. Speaking just by her ear, "What the fuck are you doing?" His voice was rough and sleep heavy.

She screamed and jerked around looking at him wide eyed. "Don't fuckin' do that goddamned shit to me Mac!" She grabbed his hand setting it over her heart, "You damn near gave me a heart attack."

Mac felt his blood burn at her heavy beating heart and scream. She was always in his head and invading his life more and more. She knew about the shit he got up to and she still seemed drawn to him. It was getting dangerous for them both. Walter was trying more and more to pull him into his bullshit and didn't like her.

But there was something there with Walter about Harper that nagged at him as much as he knew the man had to hate her he had lost his shit on Devon after what he done to Harper. Devon was giving them both a wide berth and if Harper was in the vicinity he seemed to clear out pretty quick. While he thought he was sly with the shitty looks he was shooting it only made Mac smile at him.

Devon was starting to finally get it. He had tried to play things up in front of Walter and to Mac all back firing on him. Mac wasn't kidding when he said he'd carve his heart out. He wouldn't start with the one soundly buried in his chest no, he'd start with the happy carefree one that was using trailing after him. So young and naive still to the ways of the world.

She set up on her knees looking up at him through her lashes, "I couldn't go to sleep after Walter stopped by. He heard about the puppy."

Mac growled and looked past her to the sleeping dog on his floor. His eyes came back to hers and she was smiling. Using him she pulled herself to a standing position.

She ran her fingers over the scar on his chest from where Walter had shot him before. She looked up at him and he seen the same fire in her eyes that always pulled him in. "I hate him for how he's done you. I want to kill him." Her voice was cold and calculating, it made him smile.

At times Harper seemed just as blood thirsty as him. They both shared the same blood lust for shit, while she didn't exactly get her hands dirty she had been there when he had killed three different people. She knew for sure about the woman not details but she knew. He didn't give a fuck either way if she knew about what happened. If she asked he'd tell her. If he was right she would throw herself at him. It was times like these he wanted to push her just to see how much like him she really was.

REDCANYON

Harper was sipping her beer watching her friend Jess run the tables on a couple of men. She could feel the eyes of the men there roaming her body greedily and grimaced. Mac had left earlier without a word but the look in his eyes was enough of a answer for her and she knew better than to ask him.

Jess and her were still on rocky terms since her abrupt departure from the apartment that day Devon had knocked her on her ass. She was trying to swallow down her anger towards her and for the most part she was going a good job of it. Then there was times when all she wanted to do was grab her and slam her face into the ground so hard it shattered her skull right there. She hadn't even said as much of where she was staying and Jess hadn't asked really.

She felt Jess slide up next to her and huffed, "I figured Mac would be here. Ya'll are friends where the hell would he be at on a Saturday night?"

Harper felt her anger flare at Jess. The girl constantly hounded him like a bitch in heat. Looking over the top of her beer she shrugged, "I aint his keeper." She knew damn well where he'd probably been. He was quite the predator, the thought made a bolt of longing shoot up her spine.

Both women looked up the sound of the door swinging open. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Looking him over she could already see the changes in him from his hunt.

Harper's attention was called back to the game at hand and moved to the table, "We got solids?"

Lining her shots up she sunk them effortlessly and held back her grin at the cursing behind her. Looking up from her position she seen Mac raise his shot class ar her and down it. She swallowed at the look in his eyes an felt herself grow wet, she wanted to get out of here already.

She laughed to herself when she seen Eric walk over to Mac and gesture towards them. Mac nodded and smirked grabbing his beer and following him. The tension and barely concealed animal was tucked away for now giving him a more relaxed look but one glance at his eyes and she could see it all there. He had sated it for now but it was already building again.

"Ya'll wanna play against me and Mac?" Eric smiled to sweetly at her.

Harper dodged Eric's advances remember what had happened to Blake right here in the bar when Mac had approached him. She knew he wouldn't hesitate to Eric in his place and do it gladly he would. Mac didn't label what she was to him or what he was to her. But he had marked his territory and most people were smart enough to know that something was there even if they weren't sure what it was.

Harper was starting lose her composure the more Jess flirted with Mac. Mac was hers. She wanted to laugh out loud when she seen her eyes widen at the vicious bite mark she had left on his neck, sure to scar. Mac wasn't flirting with her but it was the way he kept looking at her over Jess's head as the girl flirted with him, it was taunting. He was baiting her and she knew it but she couldn't help but feel that anger started building again. The thought of Jess touching him was like a branding iron and searing her flesh over and over.

She watched Mac taking his shots around the table with a ease and comfort. His lean body leaning over the table and his arms stretching taking the shot. She swallowed and clinched her thighs together wanting nothing more than to leave already with him. His eyes flashed up to hers and she grinned at him but faltered when Jess stepped next to him.

She couldn't hear what she was saying to him but she was blushing lightly and Mac was looking at her without his normal scowl in place. She growled and averted her eyes before she stabbed her in the throat with the pool stick.

Eric leaned on the wall next to her, "So, you wanna go out sometime?"

Looking at him she sighed, "I am out."

Eric's smile faltered an she heard the dark chuckle from Mac as he set up his shot. She growled and kicked his boot as he took his shot.

Mac turned towards her after sinking the shot effortlessly. Licking his lips, "Gotta try harder than that."

She heard Eric huff next to her as her eyes roamed all over Mac. "What about if we went out to dinner?"

She wanted to piss Mac off like she knew he was doing to her, and she knew this would do it. "Where would you take me?"

Erics eyes widened and he shot a nervous look at Mac, "Anywhere you want."

She didn't need to look over at Mac to know he was pissed. She could feel the anger and tension radiating from him with a vengeance. She listened to Eric prattle on about stupid shit while clocking Macs movements. She smiled with satisfaction as his aggression was coming back stalling Jess out in her attempts to seduce him.

REDCANYON

Mac didn't say anything but turned head straight for the bar seeing Walter looking at him. Walter lined up shots and Mac started knocking them back not saying anything. He didn't need to Walter had seen his eyes when he walked up here and he knew Walter would read the blood in them, he was after all just as dangerous.

"Don't make a mess of the bar." Walter supplied wiping down the bar as he slid Mac a beer.

Mac snorted at the idea of a mess. A mess that's all it'd be to Walter just another mess like wiping down the bar. Walking back to the pool table after getting his beer Mac was gonna finish this game and leave before he killed someone right here in the open. Walter was right with the shit he got up to he didn't need anymore attention called to him.

Mac growled as Eric settled next to him Stupid little cocksucker.

"Fuck man she said yes!"

His excitement made Mac want to rip his throat out even more so after the thought of him touching Harper in any way at all. Maybe he would gut him and leave him in the streets as a warning. Maybe he should have done that with Blake, send a clear fuckin' message.

He didn't look up as Jess replaced Eric next to him or even listened to her bullshit. He killed his beer and turned to leave. Jess' hand flashing out and grabbing his forearm stalled him. Looking down at her biting nails Mac jerked his arm free.

"We could have fun ya know..." Jess purred.

Mac laughed, "You aint gonna like my kind of fun." He warned his voice a low deep growl. He could feel Harper's eyes on him but didn't look her way. He could feel the shots kicking in a soothing his anger but adding to it at the same time. It had a odd way of channeling and redirecting shit for him sometime.

Jess moved closer to him her hand smoothing across his stomach just above his waist band. Mac watched her hand for a second before raising his eyes to hers. The look on her face was apprehensive and he almost smiled at the fear he seen in her eyes. She hadn't known how he'd react to her touch and while it made him want to rip her arm out of socket for thinking she could touch him without his permission it also served a purpose. He could almost hear Harper's growl.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand off of him. She pouted up at him pushing her full lips out while swiping her tongue across them. Mac shook his head at her but said nothing else as he turned to leave. He nodded to Walter as he left watching as his eyes shot to behind him and the man smirked at him.

He was halfway to his truck before she spoke, "Mac!"

Mac kept walking to his truck knowing she was going to follow. Her muttered motherfucker was her only indication she was still behind him. She picked up her pace her engineer boots thudding heavily behind him trying to catch him before he got in his truck.

Reaching his truck Mac turned and looked at Harper as she stormed towards him. Piss and vinegar that one, he smirked at her clear rage brewing in her eyes and cloaking her body. He knew it set her fire seeing women hit on him, it was even worse if they touched him. It was even worse though when Jess done it, something about that girl brought the animal out in Harper. Chuckling he waited on her to get to him, this would be good.

She stepped into him and jerked his head down before he could think to much about it and kissed him with everything she had, everything she was feeling. He could taste her anger and desire in a deadly cocktail that had his cock jerking to attention and begging for freedom.

When they broke apart she nodded to his vehicle, "We leaving?"

Mac laughed out loud and the sound wasn't one of joy. It was cold and humorless, it sent spikes of fear and adrenaline through her body.

Mac pulled his door open, " Get in." It was a command.

REDCANYON

She readily complied and climbed through on his side. She dazed out during the ride thinking of what she had exactly done in the bar. She grimaced at the thought of Eric. She had basically signed his death warrant and she knew it. She couldn't pull the whole I don't know why I did it card cause she knew why, she wanted to piss him off. And goddamn did it work the change in him was immediate and cast a dark shadow on the small group.

Setting there and watching Jess hit on him was one thing but when she seen her grab his arm it took everything her not to kill her right there. She could almost smell the copper tang of blood her need was so strong. She had started walking towards them when she seen her reaching for him again and her hand had slid against his stomach she felt whatever control she had fly right out the window. Had Eric not stepped in her path trying to talk when she started moving Mac's way she would have broke her arm right there.

She jumped when Mac exited the vehicle and quickly followed him to his house. He hadn't spoken yet and she wanted to hear what was swirling in his head. She could tell he was barely holding onto his composure.

She made her way to his bedroom and stopped at the sight of him. He had harsh nails marks across his chest from what looked like a struggle reminding her just what he had been up to tonight. She walked slowly into the room while he wasn't paying attention to her and stepped in front of him marveling at him.

Her fingers slid across the marks, "She do this?" No answer. "She dead yet?"

Mac gave a dark chuckle an sucked in a breath. She looked at his eyes, her predator. "Show me."

At her words his breath rushed out and he squinted, "She's dead and gone."

"Not her, fuck her. I want you to show me..." She slid her hand inside his pants gripping him roughly pumping her hand down his length.

Nostrils flaring he eyed her dangerously, "You start this and I wont stop."

"Don't want you to."

Before she knew what was happening Mac had her on her back and her shirt shredded. Her breathing picked up as she seen him pull the knife as he settled over her thighs.

"Fuckin' bitch." He snarled as his knife made quick work of her shorts and underwear. The quick practiced motions had a rush of heat and wetness heading south soaking her panties.

Mac gave a dark menacing chuckled right before he slapped her pussy causing a harsh and battered moan to escape, "Im going to kill him."

She looked up at him and gave him a sly smile knowing she was pushing him when he was clearly worked up. His hand flashed out quickly slapping her hard across the face leaving behind a delicious burn.

"It's not gonna be fast...no. You're mine." At his words he plunged his fingers into her roughly quickly working her up only to deny her the orgasm she craved.

"Please." She whimpered.

Claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss that had her tasting blood she heard the metal clink of his belt opening.

Mac stood up and jerked the rest of his clothes off. She watched as he pulled his belt free and motioned for her to raise up. Setting up he slipped the belt around her throat tightening it somewhat while keeping his hand in the loop so he could control the pressure. Control her.

Settling between her legs he gave no warning as he snapped his hips into her he groaned and bit into her shoulder harshly. She felt the skin give around his bite and jerked against him and moaned lifting her hips.

Yelping in pain at his movements she hissed through clinched teeth. She was abnormally small and he knew it, just not caring right now. He was making her his all over again.

Mac raised up and looked down at her licking her blood from his lips even as it coated his scruff and mouth, "Your mine!" He snarled.

Lifting her hips she felt the belt bite into her neck as he slammed into her driving her back on the bed. She watched the belted hand grip the headboard for leverage and moaned at his unforgiving treatment. He slapped her hard across the face and she tasted blood.

Shifting her legs closed and to one side of his hips and lifting them over his shoulder, she grimaced in pain. The new position made his already impressive size feel even larger. His brutal pace breaking, ripping, and tearing her like never before. This hurt worse than when he took her virginity. His every movement let her know he was mad and close to killing her. The fire in his eyes was warning enough to how close he was to doing what he craved.

REDCANYON

Mac wanted to sink his knife up in her like all the others. See that fountain of blood all his victims promised as he came. Her whimpers and pleas driving him harder than before. Pushing him more than any of those dead whores ever did, she was taking everything he had and wanting more.

Mac looked down their sweat slick bodies and groaned at the sight before him where they were so intimately connected. Sliding in and out of her brutally, she had already bled for him.

Mac tightened the belt around her neck some more and watched the fear in her eyes. Good. Lowering his head to her breast Mac locked eyes with her as he harshly bit down...blood flooding his mouth. Her hand sinking into his hair pulling him tighter into her making him groan. Fuckin' bitch liked it, should have known. All of her tasted sweet.

As he bit harder to make sure she would scar and carry his mark forever she screamed through the tight binding against her throat and jerked against him. Repeating his actions on the other side Mac watched tears rolls down her flushed cheeks and smirked.

Blood coating his lips and in his mouth he kissed her again. Eyes slamming shut as she licked her own blood from him. Picking up his pace as he felt himself tensing he started hitting her with everything he had.

REDCANYON

A sharp snap of his hips had Harped letting a low guttural moan of his name as her orgasm rushed her body. He quickly released the belt and she arched her back in a silent scream, clawing his back and sides up.

He dropped his head to her shoulder releasing the headboard body going slack as he jerked with after shocks that rocked his body. A low groan of from him brought her around to him and she slid her arms around him anchoring him to her. Her nails bit into his skin and raked down biting further and further into him even as she locked her legs around him keeping him in place. She wasn't ready for him to move yet and she'd keep him there as long as she could.

She was going to be bruised, bloody, and sore but she didn't regret a second of it. Not with Mac. This was her Mac, all of him. She didn't know how long they stayed that way him breathing harshly and her smoothing her hands over his back and sides soothing him.

He raised his head and looked at her, she seen the same fire pooling with that base primal male predator. He slid his hand up her already bruising neck and his fingers slid across her blood stained lips, he smirked down at her.

She winced when he pulled out and shifted position to set up. She watched the blood run down her chest from the bite marks and pool low on her stomach. She looked up as his fingers slid through it and he brought it to his mouth.

"You're mine Harper. No other man will ever touch you and live to tell about it." His voice was low and dangerous, but there was something else there that had her breath hitching.

She nodded at him moving to her knees in front of him. "As long as you remember the same Mac. Mine."

She watched him suck the blood off his fingers his eyes never leaving her face. She watched for a reaction to her words from him at her stated claim of him. She had never said anything really about it but followed his lead with things. He didn't give anything away either way his eyes still focused on hers.

"He's dead." His voice was cold enough it felt like the room dropped in temperature.

His words gave her a rush and she grabbed him kissing him, needing to taste him. She quickly flipped him around on his back climbing on top of him. She knew that he allowed her to take control of him or she would have never got him in the position. She knew she was the only person Mac ever let have any semblance of control over him, ever. The thought making her smile.

Him allowing her to settle over him in the position they were in so easily without him putting her there was acceptance enough of her words. She knew he would likely never verbalize any commitment to her other than him saying she was his. So she would take what she could get and with Mac that was always very little. Her mind flashed to Jess's hands on him and she growled causing his hands to tighten on her and drag her hips against his hardening length, she jerked when his cock rubbed against her clit.

His body radiated power and control that she could almost taste and his chuckle was dark and haunting as it met her ears as he watched down their bodies not allowing her to sink on to him as he teased her. With each teasing pass she jerked and whined his grip bruising on her hip as he held her in place. His other hand settled on her already sore hips and she took the opportunity to grip hi and guide herself down his turgid length as he watched her slide down to seat him fully inside.

His eyes snapped up to hers burning straight to her soul, she swallowed again lifting her hips and setting their pace, "Just like all the women before me." she clarified

Mac gave her a feral smile blood coating his chest up to his lower jaw and lips, "You're the only one who has survived me." Slamming his hips upwards and lifting her painfully he gave a dark chuckle, "So far."

Even as she yelped in pain with each of his movements she knew he was still holding back. Keeping that animal partially caged not letting it out fully with her. She longed for it and feared it at the same time.

Yelping again she fell forward from one of his thrust and her hands planted on his solid chest. With each rock of her hips and thrust of his own her breast swayed over him. She watched as blood from her own body dripped down onto him like sin and she moaned leaning down feeling her body slide against his own with their sweat and blood.

Mac's hand laced through her hair jerking her head back and exposing her throat. "Please Mac."

His snarl was his only response as his teeth came down on the soft column of her throat. His bite was harsh and marking on the untouched skin of her exposed throat. His bite was higher and more exposed than any before and she felt a rush of heat hit her pussy causing him to growl against her.

"Fuckin' whore." He released her.

Looking down at him his eyes pupils blown wide making his eyes seem black he looked like a man possessed. She quickly claimed his mouth again letting him swallow down her moans as her orgasm rushed through her. His hands gripped her ass and he suddenly set up and was off the bed with her. Her feet hit the ground and she mourned the loss of him as she felt him slide from her body.

Mac spun her around her chest hitting the wall and he jerked her hips back making her body lean. He kicked her legs wider and he gripped her pulling her open for him as he slammed home. Her hips bucked forward and she released a breath at the feeling of being so full. Mac's arms slid around her throat, both his forearms laying against her.

Planting her hands on the wall for support and balance she held on as he rocked her harder and harder. She felt her knees getting close to buckling with each of his thrust but didn't dare say anything. Not that she could with the way he had her body angled. One of his arms slid free of her throat and she took a much needed breath just as his fingers pinched her nipple rolling it roughly and he growled his head hitting between her shoulder blades.

Harper pushed back against him meeting him thrust for thrust. Harper felt his body tensed and was begging for his release for her own relief. She wanted it just as much as he did but she growled knowing he was holding back.

"Fuck me like you mean it Mac!" She snapped.

He stilled against her for a second and his arm unwound itself from around her throat. She started to feel panic until her entire body was slammed into the wall hard enough to knock the breath from her body. Mac's arm came up pushing against the back of her neck forcing her head to the side and her cheek to the wall.

His other arm banded around her waist still pinning her to the wall but lifted her just slightly and he was back inside her. She screamed out from his harsh treatment and felt tears well up in her eyes. Mac snarled and she met his eyes despite herself she smiled licking her lips and pushed back against him struggling just slightly against him.

Mac's breathing deepened and he groaned his motions slowing down but no less punishing. She struggled against him some more knowing it's was what was pushing him over the edge and he groaned bottoming out in her and biting down on her shoulder against his grip bruising her. His breathing was labored and his grip hadn't slackened against her and she was glad for that, it was a small mercy. She wasn't sure she'd be able to stand on her own after the way he'd treated her.

Mac stepped back from her a hiss escaping his clinched jaw as he pulled out of her and she watched him as his sweat laden hair clung to him. Mac's head was hanging as he panted and his eyes went to hers before sliding along her body a proud smirk gracing his lips.

Mac pulled her off the wall and out the door towards the bathroom. Her steps were slow and timid feeling each step like a new bruise, Mac offered no assistance and wouldn't. She stepped in the bathroom and he jerked her back against his body and despite herself she moaned at the contact of his scorching skin against her own. He chuckled and walked them forward.

Stopping in front of the sink Mac grasped her chin turning her head towards the mirror and titled her head up just slightly. There clear as day was a bite mark that was turning a motley shade of purple that set just below her jaw and just at the curve to the front of her throat. He had marked her where everyone would see and where she couldn't cover it.

Eric flashed through her mind and what she had done. Mac gripped her throat keeping her head looking to the mirror his eyes were angry but he didn't say anything and she just nodded at him understanding him. His anger and dominion was palpable where she was concerned.

"Yours." She spoke softly. His eyes flashing was the only acknowledgement she got for her words. And before she could stop herself she opened her mouth again, "You are mine." Mac's face gave way to something feral and she swallowed he went to speak but she interrupted him consequences be damned. "I wanted to kill her Mac just the same as you want to Eric, and you did Blake."