Chapter 28
"Stop doubting everything, Lynn, that was always a problem for you. You tend to make mountains out of molehills. Common law marriage changes quite a bit. It meant you both were entitled to all the benefits, perks, and downfalls of any properly married couple. I, however, wanted it so you felt like you couldn't walk away and vice versa. It is amazing…" She was proof about what he was about to say. "How a tiny slip of paper changes things and people. I nudged, and on top of grieving for Bastet… he had his own reasons."
"But it's not what HE wanted, it's what YOU wanted, and you got your wish. I should've known better. I shouldn't have jumped so fast, I knew it was too spontaneous because that's not who Mark is. He's NEVER been one for spontaneous shit and he was content with how things were until you woke back up again because of Bastet's death." Brooklynn frowned, disagreeing with him completely.
This wasn't her overreacting and overthinking things. This was her being hurt because the part of Mark she DID want to marry would've never asked if not for his dark counterpart. The half of him she wanted nothing to do with and, yet, she just had incredible sex with him, sex that was far better than anything her and Mark had done in Mexico. Sex with Mark was good, loving and nice, but with Taker, there was so much more intensity, a volatile, passionate, consuming intensity.
"And using Bastet's death as an excuse to marry me, on Mark's behalf, does NOT make feel any better, Undertaker."
"It's not an excuse on that idiot's behalf, Lynn." He sneered, reaching out to grab her arms firmly and pulled her so she was sitting on his lap, her legs hanging around his waist. "You know better. I had started waking, and was trying to… absorb information… all those years and I had thought 'why no ring', and he was grieving, and my thoughts and his began merging. Why no ring… he was afraid he could lose you next, and he wanted you just as much as I did. I didn't push him into anything, I know better. He would have torn his own brain out if it meant being rid of me, especially while he was grieving."
"You didn't kill Bastet, did you? Are you the darkness my sister warned me about?"
Brooklynn slid her fingers down the side of his face and shivered at the feeling of his lips brushing across her wrist. He shook his head and answered with a firm no, making her sigh with relief. However, he was awake now and sharing Mark's body. His brain, his heart, everything was not entirely his own anymore. Taker had gone from Bastet to Mark, without them knowing it.
"What about Claira? Why did you invade her dreams? What was the purpose of that and what did you talk to her about in that dream?" This was more than a dream to Brooklynn, she actually felt like she was here with him, in this place, even with the storm, fire, and sex.
"She doesn't remember, does she?"
He wasn't surprised when Brooklynn shook her head in response. Claira remembered him being there, but thought it was her Dad, with black hair. Well, she wasn't wrong and he prayed Brooklynn didn't try to explain the Taker/Mark thing to Their daughter. That was damage the kid didn't need. His eyes became guarded, narrowing as he stared at Brooklynn.
"You're going to tell Mark and have me banished or trapped… aren't you?" Then he'd be, for all intents and purposes, dead.
"No, I'm not." Brooklynn scooted closer to him, sliding her hands up his arms and softly kissed his lips, meaning what she said. "I won't let anything happen to either of you, I promise. You're one in the same, even if you don't believe it. If you were to be banished and Mark lost that part of himself, you, I don't know what it'd do to him. It's not a risk I'm willing to take because I love you both." She wished there was a way they could both reconcile with each other because everyone had darkness inside of them, even her. "I was just curious why you reached out to her, that's all. As long as it was harmless, and it sounds like it was, I have nothing to worry about. I would hope you love her as much as you claim you love me."
"She is my daughter as much as His." Taker said flatly, not overly pleased with being shut away for all these years. He had missed everything and had to relive it via memories, not the same. There was no way he was a diaper changing type of man, but that didn't mean he was pleased with missing out on all those firsts. "If it sets you at ease, I was discussing magic with her, how to control it during her outbursts. Eventually, she will want to be Unbound."
Claira was afraid of her magic and that was bad because fear led to lack of control, but she was also curious. He was not amused by the lack of action on Mark's behalf to help her understand it. Instead, he had Bound it.
"I doubt that. She hates magic and anything to do with the supernatural world. She wants to be a normal girl, Taker. Magic frightens her and Mark said there might be a spell that can…take it all away from her. Both 'gifts' or, in her eyes, curses, gone forever." That made Taker's eyes widen slightly and she was sure he felt the same way she did. Saddened because she embraced her gift as much as Taker did with his magic. "I've asked her if she wants to learn to control it and she wants nothing to do with it. What did she tell you in the dream when you told her how to control her magic? Did she seem interested in learning or standoffish?"
Claira wasn't telling them everything and he was both amused and concerned. Her ability to see spirits, he understood why she was afraid. Brooklynn had grown up alone and strange herself, so seeing strange things… well, Brooklynn was in a class all her own. She always had been. Claira had seen something terrifying, early on when she was younger, so he could understand how that would scar a 'normal' child. As for her magic… she was untrained.
"She's… curious, about it. But I get the impression Mark hasn't tried to train her at all. She is… scared of being labeled a freak." That trait wasn't from him, at all, because Taker reveled in his ability when he was able too.
Now Brooklynn looked perplexed, not understanding why Claira would open up to her 'father' about being curious of her powers, but then turning around and telling her mother she didn't want these curses. "Mark told me she didn't want them." Had he lied to her about Claira? What else had Mark lied to her about? "I don't want her to lose her powers. I want her to…be trained and to accept them as we have. I know seeing spirits is frightening and, if she wants that part to disappear, I don't have an issue with it. But her magic…If she doesn't want to give it up, she shouldn't have to and I wish Mark would train her the way she needs to be. I just wish you both could find a way to coexist in the same body because you'd be better at training her in magic than him. I don't think he enjoys his magic the way you do or embraces it, especially now that Bastet is gone."
"Claira told him she doesn't want it." Taker traced a long finger along his bottom lip as he considered her words. "And I think she meant it. You must realize, Lynn, what Claira says and does in a dream, with a man who is, but is not, her father, is much different than how she would act or even behave in what is her reality. We all do." She, for example, would never fuck HIM outside of her dreams, not while with Mark. He didn't even bother touching on the co-exist thing.
Brooklynn could not argue that fact because she was acting completely out of character when it came to Taker. "I suppose we'll just let her decide if she wants her powers, after not having to worry about them for a little while. She was Bound because she lit our kitchen on fire from a tantrum." That had happened before he woke up and Bastet's death. "Claira didn't remember what you two talked about in her dream, so…will I remember this between us? I think this is the first time we've actually communicated…without fighting or arguing with each other. You're being civil with me instead of talking to me like a child…and I like it."
"In my defense, Lynn," Taker didn't smile, not really, but he did smirk, his hands moving to her thighs, lifting her a bit, letting her feel his hardness prodding against her. "The last time we crossed paths, it wasn't because you wanted me… you felt you needed me out of necessity." Nemesis. He hadn't been overly helpful, feeling a bit spiteful. A long slumber, like 17 years, tended to calm him down. "I don't know if you'll remember it…"
A soft sigh escaped her at the feeling of him brushing her sensitive sex, ready to go again and her thighs trembled from the anticipation. "You're right." Brooklynn slid her hand up his chest, her amber orbs turning to molten gold again and kept going until her hand wrapped around his hardened shaft, making his hiss out. "I was wrong to summon you simply out of panic." That was exactly what it'd been too. "But in this dream, at this moment, you're the only one I want. So give your wife something to remember you by." Her mouth hovered over his as she rubbed the tip of him against her clit, practically purring. "MAKE me remember you, Taker…"
"Oh I will, Lynn, I will." He promised darkly, laughing as he began filling her hot, wet core again.
"Must've been a damn good dream, darlin'."
Mark was chuckling when Brooklynn shot upright, panting and gasping. Her face was flushed and she was slick with sweat. It was probably a good thing that spell had knocked Claira out and he'd had to carry her upstairs or else she would have seen Mommy masturbating on the couch. Naturally, Brooklynn remembered every single thing from that dream and felt dirty…satisfied and dirty.
Was that a good or a bad thing? What the hell was going on? Why was she suddenly having a sex dream about Undertaker? Wasn't she supposed to despise that part of Mark? She slowly looked up at Mark, almost afraid to do it because she had cheated on him in a dream world with his counterpart. Taker had trusted her not to say anything to Mark, not wanting to be locked away. Maybe the reason Mark wasn't as passionate and intense as he used to be was that he'd locked Taker away since they were one in the same. Christ, she was supposed to hate Taker and now found herself wanting him more than Mark! Had Brooklynn lost her mind?!
"What time is it?" She asked softly, sliding a hand through her semi slick hair from the sweat. Taker had made her sweat, pant and all kinds of things she tried not to think about, flashes from the dream piercing her mind. "I need a shower…"
"Eleven, give or take a quarter till midnight." He chuckled, bending down to scoop her up, inhaling and then growled. "You smell like sex, Brooklynn." Not surprising since she had been getting herself off in her sleep. "Must've been a hell of a dream, darlin'." Mark was carrying her up the stairs, kicking their bedroom door shut behind them before carting her into the bathroom. "Want to tell me about it?" He asked, planting her on the counter, his nose skimming the curve of her jaw.
There was no way in HELL she could tell him the truth, so Brooklynn reached for a little white lie. Mark had lied to her about some things recently; this was turnabout and it would also protect Taker. She promised because she knew Mark would lock Taker away completely if he knew he was awake. Brooklynn found herself wanting to protect him, and she didn't understand why. She was supposed to despise him…right? No, she had fallen in love with him before Mark, if that made any damn sense. To her, it did, to Mark it did, but everybody else would think she'd lost her mind.
"Jensen Ackles. He's on that show Supernatural." Ironic she loved that show considering their lives were actually living the supernatural lifestyle…as normal as they could. "I fell asleep watching it, so I'm not surprised I had a sex dream with him…" That earned her a growl from her husband. "It was just a dream, Mark…"
"I don't recall you ever having a dream like that about me, darlin'." He was still growling, his eyes flashing acid for a moment before he knelt before her.
Brooklynn was the perfect height for this, her backside on that counter and he hooked his fingers at the front of her jean shorts, undoing them, and slid them down, watching as she raised her hips. Next to go, and join the now discarded shorts, were her very damp panties and he could see the wetness. She was practically glistening and his tongue darted out, licking his lips.
"Mmm…" A hand planted on either knee, pushing her thighs further apart before he buried his face between her legs.
After the dream she had with Taker and now Mark between her thighs with his slick tongue and lips, Brooklynn's sensations were extremely heightened. She did have sex dreams about Mark, but they were back when she was completely alone during their times apart. When he would go back to his nomad ways and she would be holed up in her mansion in Wyoming. Her fingers buried in his hair, gripping it and had to keep her balance on the sink since it wasn't that big, his tongue flicking repeatedly against her clit.
"O-Oh god…"
"Damn right!" He growled, right against her clit, sending vibrations through her.
Jensen Ackles, that idiot on television, with the obsession with his brother. Mark had sat through the first season and then laughed. No, he was good. If only one COULD exorcise demons with old Latin litanies. They had all learned the hard way it wasn't possible. To steady her, he dragged her forward until her backside was on the edge, letting her legs rest over his shoulders, giving Brooklynn a bit more space to lean back into. It also left her spread wide open for him, his tongue running up and down her wet slit before he began tongue fucking, feeling her hips starting to buck.
Watching her husband tongue fuck her was possibly the hottest sight Brooklynn ever seen in her life. She reached down to touch the top of her slick pussy and brought the digit up to her mouth, sucking it between her lips. That made him growl deeper, vibrating her from the inside out and Brooklynn cried out, gripping the counter with one hand while keeping her fingers in his hair. She began grinding her pussy against his mouth, especially when he hit that certain spot and needed him to keep attacking, bringing her closer to that fine razor edge.
