Chapter Thirty Eight

Christian watched Anna closely as she stood in front of him and waited for his answer. For him the answer was simple. She was too pure to be tainted in such a way; she was also vulnerable. What if she had a taste for destruction? The Fae seemed to be only interested in two things creation and oblivion. He wished he had a conversation with his mother or even Anna's father before he decided to have this confrontation. Now he was on his own. He had to convince his lover, a woman that was capable of anything to not take the shot. Christian was a powerful alpha in his own right, but he was not immortal. Still he had to say his peace and hoped she understood him.

"You're young in your powers, Anna; you needed to figure out who you are before you use them in such a life changing way," he said.

She shook her head. The truth was revealed. Christian was afraid of her like everyone else; he didn't trust her. Her eyes began to tear up. He took a step toward her, but stopped when she glared at him.

"So you don't think I can handle it," she asked?

"No one can handle taking a life; it stays with you."

"How do you know?!"

"Because I've hunted!"

Anna's tears dried up from the shock from what she just heard. Christian had killed before?

"It's not what you think. I've never killed a human, but I have killed."

He looked away from her; he was so ashamed. No one ever knew what he had done and it had been a heavy burden on him. He felt her gentle touch on his bicep.

"Tell me," she said.

He faced her and his eyes glowed for a moment.

It happened during the summer before his first semester of college. He had convinced his mother to let him stay home alone. As he laid in his bed, he began to struggle with his wolf. It was frustrated, but he couldn't figure out what it wanted. Then he smelled human blood. The maid had cut her finger on something; his wolf senses peeked. All of sudden he could hear every movement the woman made. He heard her suck her wounded finger and pull it away from her mouth. He heard her sigh of frustration and the running water from the bathroom sink. He even heard her put the band aid on her finger and return to work as if nothing happened.

He sat up in his bed and gripped the top mattress to keep from moving. He had to remain still. His wolf was hungry and it didn't want human food, it wanted to hunt. He closed his eyes and focused on remaining in control. His mother had taught him some techniques, but controlled breathing wasn't working at the moment. He heard the front door close; now no one was home. That's when he released his grip from his bed. He turned his head toward the direction of the woman; she was now out of sensing range. His eyes glowed for a moment and he thought the worst was over. Then he heard movement.

He stood up and ran down the stairs. The scent was so close. He opened the door, quickly took off his clothes and shifted. His wolf had never been so excited. He stalked his prey, running wasn't necessary. It was close. There was no one in range that would see his attack. All he needed to do was time his strike perfectly. Christian was only an observer. He let his wolf take the reign and it was a mistake. The large plump rabbit looked like the best thing it had ever seen and the wolf wanted it badly. He grabbed the rabbit with his deadly jaw in one bite and felt its warm blood fill his mouth. The wide eye fear in the rabbit's eyes didn't stop the wolf from consuming him. Once it was fully eaten, the wolf looked down at the blood stained ground and whimpered. Christian had regained control. He shifted back into his human form and looked down at the carnage he caused. When he heard something moving at his left, he sensed four young rabbits hiding in a bush. He had just killed their mother.

He shifted back into a wolf and ran away. As he ran, his mind plagued him with the images of his assault. He hunted and killed a living creature for no reason. His wolf felt guilty as well. They had plenty food and hunting wasn't necessary. It was so caught up in the hunt; it didn't realize it had killed a mother in front of her children.

He picked up his clothes and walked back into the house. When the sun rose, he made a vow to never intentionally kill anything again and he never did.

"I didn't know," she said.

"Of course you didn't," he said. "I felt something that I had never felt before and for a moment, I loved it, but that feeling didn't last."

"That's because you're a good person and so am I."

"I know that."

"Do you?"

"Yes and that's why you shouldn't have to do this. Trust me, it may not change you, but it will be with you forever. Just let me do this, please."

She blinked. He had never pleaded with her before. She still needed to know for sure.

"Can I read you?"

His eyes widened. Now who didn't trust who?

"Alright."

Her eyes turned white. At first all she sensed was pain and confusion. Then his love for her pushed through. She gasped when she felt his love. He was never afraid of her; he only wanted to protect her. Her eyes returned to normal.

"You really love me," she said.

"Of course I do."

Without a second thought she pulled his face down towards her and kissed him. He moved his hands down toward her ass and squeezed; she moaned against his lips.

"I love, Anna, I love you so much."

Suddenly, her lips felt cold and she opened her eyes. He had pulled away from her.

"I need an answer," he said roughly.

She tilted her head at him.

"Are you saying you won't make love to me unless I let you kill Jack?"

"Of course not."

She saw him look away. He was using his body as a bargaining chip. Her core was already longing for him and she already made the decision before she kissed him.

Two could easily play this game. She slowly took off her jacket and unzipped her dress. She didn't take her eyes off him as she finished undressing herself. He knew a challenge when he saw one and his penis had already betrayed him. If she took one step toward him, he may lose his resolve. Her dress laid on the floor and she stepped away from it. Her shoes were the last thing to go. She slid her hand towards her center, lightly touched it and rubbed her neck with the now tainted hand.

"That's too bad. I was just going to let you know my decision, but now you'll just have to wait."

She walked past him on her way to his bedroom. He stood there dumfounded with his hands at his sides. Was she really going to just leave him there?

"Are you coming," she yelled from the hallway.

He closed his eyes. Her arousal was potent and he couldn't take it anymore. He turned around and started to unbutton his shirt.

"Not yet," she said.

He stopped undressing himself and followed her to his bedroom. She sat on his bed and curled her finger toward herself to signal for him to walk toward her. He walked toward her dripped in confidence.

"Stop," she said.

He now stood in front of her.

"You can undress now."

He smiled; this was going to be her night and he didn't mind it one bit. He unbuttoned three buttons and pulled one side of his shirt to show a hint of his muscles. She bit her lip. She knew that drove him crazy. He returned to the task at hand and took off his shirt. She reached out to touch him, but he stepped out of her reach. She smiled. His shoes slid away from his feet with ease. He unzipped his pants and kicked them away. Only his boxer briefs remained. Suddenly, she appeared in front of him and looked up at him as she rubbed his arms and chest. His whole body was on fire and he only had one more thing to take off.

She reached down toward his clothed penis and rubbed it. He gasped, wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her toward him.

"Sorry, I wasn't expecting that," he said.

"Its fine, I like it soft and rough," she said.

She felt his cock press harder against the palm of her hand; he was ready for her. She knelt down and pulled down his last piece of clothing. It had been so long since she tasted him.

Without warning, he felt her beautiful lips on his penis; he placed a hand on her shoulder to steady himself. She felt so good. Her movements were, slow, wet and just the right pressure. She squeezed his ass as always and it almost made him release every time she did it. She started to moan against him and he felt every vibration; another thing that could set him off. Her hands began to rub up and down the back of his legs. That was okay; it didn't set him off as much. He planned to return the favor. Soon her mouth began to assault his cock and her movement became faster and harder. He knew she wanted to taste his cum. The pressure built from his spine and pushed out through his penis. He groaned loudly and jerked forward. Her Fae strength was able to hold him in place as she took her fill of him.

"You drive me crazy," he said.

She stood up and kissed him. She moved her hands to caress him again, but he was not having it. It was his turn. He gently held her wrists and moved her toward the bed. She fell back and looked up at him. She could still be so shy at times. He crawled between her legs and gently pushed them apart. She laid back and waited for his mouth to touch her carnal lips.

He started gentle. He wanted to take his time with her. His kisses were slow and the sensation on her core changed from slight stimulation to full on pleasure. She spread her legs wider to signal she wanted so much more and he obliged her. He went in deeper. With one hand he rubbed her right inner thigh. The intimate touch only made her pleasure stronger and she moaned in response. Yes, this was what he wanted to hear.

He stopped and began to kiss her inner thigh. She sat up.

"What are you doing," she asked?

"Sit back, trust me," he said.

She laid back down and signed in frustration. He returned to her pussy and the light flick of his tongue nearly sent her over. She smiled. He was right; he knew exactly what he was doing. She wasn't going to question him for the rest of the night. She his tongue caressed her core and her pussy became moist. He started to drink from her cup. It was all too much and she exploded in ecstasy; her body convulsed with pleasure. He lifted his head and smiled at her.

"I told you."

She wasn't going to let him take this pleasure away from her so she ignored him. She pulled him down toward her and he entered her easily. She didn't let go of him as he thrusted inside of her. There was no comparison to the real thing. She closed her eyes and enjoyed his pounding. She began to move against him. The different rhythms ignited both of their bodies.

"I love you so much," she said.

He continued move inside her. They both started to sweat and he felt that new warm feeling that built from her body. She yelled out and a wave of energy pushed through the room. He placed his head between her neck and shoulder and groaned in her neck as he shuddered from his own release. It took them a few deep breaths to calm down. He lifted his head and looked down at her.

"You're everything to me," he said.

He kissed her slowly and soon they were ready for another round. He hadn't forgotten about his question, but he had all night to hear her answer.

Thanks for reading! So, the Jack issue is kind of resolved. Most people shake hands when an agreement is made, but they made love instead. However, they can't control what Jack will do so, that is an unknown factor.

As always, I appreciate your reviews, comments and constructive criticism.