Hello dear readers. Sooo, I think this story is coming to an end soon. I will wait and see if my brain can squeeze any more inspiration for it, if not, it's probably done in the next chapter or so. We shall see.

I hope you are okay, even during this stressful time. I sincerely wish for it at least.

Anyhoo! Disclaimers are as usual:

Not my universe. I own nothing but the plot of this simple story.

Also; Sexual content ahead. Read at your own discretion.

Marcus' POV

Marcus eased himself down onto the armchair, trying to get comfortable, despite his raging erection. He chuckled softly to himself, knowing it would probably be some time before he would have his mate back again. Her father was bound to need her a lot more the next few days. Marcus understood. Still, he couldn't help but feeling a little bereft. He settled with trying to read, waiting for her return, hopefully sooner than later. The fire in the grate danced merrily, sparks flying swiftly through the air. He found himself watching them, rather than reading.

Bella's POV

Bella found her father as he was exiting his room.

"You called?" She said, smiling widely at him.

She still couldn't quite believe that he was here. He looked up at her, seemingly happy to see her. He had cleaned himself up, now wearing an italian suit, the silky material framing him smoothly, his slim frame suddenly much more elegant in a handsome sort of way. Bella gaped at him.

"I know," he said quietly. "I look hot," He smirked at her. She laughed at this.

"So, what did you want?" She asked, taking his arm in hers, leading him down the corridor.

Charlie paused in speaking, glancing sideways at his daughter.

"This Marcus," he said tentatively. He felt her stiffen slightly at his words, knowing he had hit a tender spot.

"Yeah?" She asked, trying to sound innocent.

"Bells, you know I can smell his scent on you. I may be new to this, but I caught his smell earlier, and now it lingers on you," He had stopped walking, turning toward her.

"Is there something I should know?" He persisted. Bella bit her lower lip, glancing in both directions, then up at his face.

"Listen," she began. "I can't really explain it completely. It's quite complicated," She finished lamely.

"I'm sure I can keep up," he said, folding his arms in front of him, ready to listen.

"You're an item?" He added.

Bella took a deep breath, then slowly, she nodded. He said nothing for a long while.

"Little old for you Bells, isn't he?" He finally managed.

"No," Bella said defensively. "Well, maybe, I don't know. It wasn't exactly his choice, was it? Neither of us had anything to say in the matter," She said, shrugging.

Charlie looked at her for a long moment.

"Are you happy with him?" He studied her features, seemingly as perturbed by her dark red eyes as she was by his.

Bella frowned. She hadn't exactly pondered this question very much, but she knew the answer to it anyway. Marcus was the most gentle man she had ever known, his true nature completely belying the way he treated her with such tenderness. There was only one fact and that was that he cared deeply for her. She could not deny her own feelings for him either. She was completely and utterly in love with him. The way he made her mind spin, and the way he touched her body. She nearly shuddered, as she recalled how he had brought her to climax so short a while ago.

Coming to her senses again, she nodded again, smiling shyly down at the floor.

"Very happy," she confirmed gently.

Charlie sighed deeply, his hand coming up to the back of his head, scratching at his scalp.

"Alright, I will do my best not to judge. If he ever hurts you though…" He trailed off.

"Dad," she admonished.

"Alright, alright, I'm just saying," he said, lifting his hands in a placating manner.

"So, this immortal life thingy," he began, walking on.

"How does that work?"

"I am not sure," Bella said, frowning again.

"I don't know if I'm the best person to answer all your questions," she said, frowning.

"Fair enough," he said, nodding slightly.

"How did you come to be like this?" He asked her, changing the subject.

Bella blew out her cheeks, looking down at her feet again.

"I was at this art course, Marcus was my teacher actually, and these two vampires came upon me. They nearly killed me, trying to drink from me. Marcus saved me,"

"That's how you met him, is it? Him being your art teacher?" Charlie put his hands in his pockets, looking at the floor as they walked.

Bella nodded somewhat, glancing at him.

"When did you realise his true nature, then?" It can't have been too long after you met…"

Bella tried to think back. Her human memories seemed hazy.

"I don't know, he told me eventually. I noticed the signs, but I didn't put two and two together," She said, almost shrugging.

Charlie nodded, pursing his lips slightly.

His cavalier attitude was unsettling. Bella stopped to look at him, frowning.

"You're taking this all very well," she said, sounding as she doubted his sanity.

He laughed, shaking his head.

"Well, I suppose I am pretty used to seeing strange things as a cop," he said, smiling down at her.

"This is all very interesting, make no mistake," he said, lifting his eyebrows as he looked around the dark corridors.

"Are you in denial?" Bella asked him, almost accusingly. He laughed again.

"I can't deny the fact that I have a hard time believing all this, I just… It would help no one to panic at this point. If this turns out not to be a dream, then I will probably panic," he said, winking somewhat at her, chuckling a little. Bella couldn't help but smile slightly. She shook her head a little, not quite convinced that he wasn't secretly freaking out.

She grabbed his hand, pulling him along.

"Come, let me introduce you to the other two kings," she said happily.

"Whoa, wait wait, kings? What kings?" Charlie halted their process, sounding shocked for the first time.

Bella looked round at him. She hadn't mentioned the kings before, she suddenly realised.

"Well, there are three kings, vampire royalty," she elaborated.

"Three? But you mentioned just two before,"

"Yes, because you have met one of them," she said, grinning slightly.

"Really? Who?" He was genuinely confused. Bella frowned at him.

"Marcus," she finally said, frowning at his confusion. Charlie stared at her, astonished.

"But you said he was an art teacher!" He exclaimed.

"Well, yes, he was. His studio got burned down the evening I was turned," Bella looked into the face of her father.

"He was a king before that though. His art was more of a hobby, really,"

"This is a really weird dream," Charlie murmured, taking a hold of the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes.

"Dad, it's not a dream," Bella said, placing her hand on his arm.

"I swear, it's all true," She said, a soft chuckle escaping her.

"Let me get this straight," Charlie said, holding a hand up, taking half a step back.

"You're married to a vampire king, living in what I can only assume is his castle, in Italy?"

"We are not married," Bella said gently. "But yes, I suppose that is the gist of it."

Charlie gave a slow nod, tugging in his lips, as he pondered it.

"And the other kings?"

"They are his brothers," Bella said hastily.

"Right," Charlie said.

"Wait till your mother hears about this," he all but murmured.

"No, dad, we can't tell her," Bella blurted sharply. "Humans can't know of the existence of vampires. It's against the law,"

"The law? What law?"

Bella hesitated.

"Um, vampire law, I suppose," she said slowly.

Charlie scoffed.

"Listen, I don't know much about these things. Let me take you to Aro, or Caius. They will explain everything to you.

He nodded solemnly, his jaw set. Things were starting to settle within him. The seriousness of his situation. Nonetheless he willingly allowed her to drag him along to find the two brothers.

Bella's POV

"Jane," Bella called softly. It took only a moment for the blonde to appear. Her crimson gaze lingered on Charlie, a cool smile on her lips. Then she turned to Bella.

"You called?" She said brightly.

"Yes," Bella said, with a troubled glance at her father.

"Do you know where I might find Aro?" She asked.

"He is in the throne room. Let me take you," Jane said sweetly, turning and walking at a swift pace, easily followed by Bella and her father.

They walked through the double doors shortly. Aro turned around sharply, smiling widely at them.

"Mr Swan," he said happily, clapping his hands together, as he walked over to them.

"You do not know how happy I am at seeing you like this," He gestured elegantly at Charlie's entire frame. "Bella was so worried for you," he added. Charlie frowned at his daughter.

"How does immortality suit you?" Aro asked smoothly, smiling politely.

Bella glanced at her father to see his reaction.

"Am I supposed to say your highness?" Charlie said, with half a glance at Bella. A soft chuckle behind him alerted him to Jane's continued presence.

"Heavens no!" Aro said, laughing delightedly, turning around to look at a smirking Caius.

"My name is Aro, this is my brother Caius,"

"I see where your daughter gets her charm," he added, turning back towards them, chuckling slightly.

Bella scowled, Jane laughed. Bella walked up close to Aro, offering him her hand. He took it easily. She lowered her shield somewhat, showing him how she had trouble explaining things to her father.

Aro smiled gently, nodding in understanding. Charlie glanced from one to the other, a puzzled look on his face, as Bella stepped back, nodding too.

"What is happening?" He finally asked, apparently too curious to keep quiet.

Aro looked at him.

"Well, I can understand that you have questions, Mr Swan. I would be surprised if you didn't," he added, smiling in an understanding way.

Charlie looked at him, mouth slightly agape, one eyebrow lifted.

"How did you-?" He began, but Aro chuckled.

"Well, it is a fascinating story, it will take time to explain as well, not in the least due to the magnificent nature of your daughter. Suffice it to say, that I have a gift for reading people," he said amiably.

"Why don't you join me in my study, I will answer every question you may have." At these words he put an arm around Charlie's shoulders, gently pulling him out through the doors.

Bella looked after them, smirking slightly. She had perhaps allowed Aro a little too deep access, because she sensed that he knew that she longed for her mate. A single glance over his shoulder, told her she was right, as Aro winked at her, then continued to speak soothingly to Charlie as they disappeared through the doors.

Bella sighed in relief, yet a pang of guilt did hit her. Jane chuckled again.

"Are you alright?" She asked softly, peering closely at Bella.

"Yeah, I just wish I didn't have to leave him like this. I should be the one to explain these things to him," She said quietly.

"Don't worry, Aro will make sure he understands. You should probably get back to Marcus," She added. Bella froze, looking at the young girl.

"I don't know what you mea-," she began casually, but Jane shook her head laughing.

"Oh, Bella, you know exactly what I mean," Jane smirked, grabbing her by the shoulders, and pushing her towards the doors.

"Right," Bella said implacably, continuing to walk as Jane let her go, eagerly seeking out her mate.

Bella's POV

Bella stepped through the door, looking around to see if Marcus was still in the room. She spotted him immediately, his slim frame sitting casually in the armchair by the crackling fire.

He watched her intently as she slowly made her way towards him. Then she stood before him, smiling softly down at him.

"How was your father?" He asked, his voice deep, relaxed.

"Oh, you know," she said waving slightly.

"Confused, understanding, then a little more confused." She sighed, shaking her head slightly.

"Aro has taken over for now," she added, chuckling slightly.

Marcus offered her an elegant hand, pulling her down into his lap. She eased herself down, settling across his legs. He placed an arm around her waist, pulling her close. She sighed contentedly, her face coming to rest against his neck, breathing in his mesmerizing scent, as she settled against him.

He hummed appreciatively.

"He will be alright, it is a lot to take in. I seem to remember how you reacted to the knowledge," he said chuckling slightly. Bella swatted a hand at his chest, but she never even made contact, Marcus easily catching her wrist.

"You shouldn't hit your king," he said softly, placing a gentle kiss in the palm of her hand. She said nothing, her lips parting slightly as she watched him place kisses up her wrist.

"So, go on then," she said finally.

He looked down at her, frowning.

"What do you mean?" He said, confusion colouring his voice.

"Well, how did you react, once you realised what you were?" She asked seriously. Marcus frowned.

"I guess I was much the same," he finally relented in a deep voice, gently pushing her to sit up. She allowed him to slowly stroke her hair back from her shoulder, revealing her neck to his questing lips. She sighed softly as he kissed her skin, his tongue slowly leaving a wet trace to her jaw. He placed a finger on her chin, pulling her head around, so that he could kiss her fully on the mouth. She allowed him to take the lead, as he seemed to be intent on enjoying every moment of this. His fingers found the hem of her blouse, questing beneath it, stroking her soft skin, pulling her close as their lips crashed together again. Then slowly he pulled it up over her head, their mouths parting as it passed over their faces. It landed somewhere on the floor, with a whispery thud. His eyes took in her torso, as if he had never seen her naked before this. His long fingers stroked her shoulder sensuously, trailing downward to her hips. His eye snapped to hers, as he again took her mouth in a heated kiss, his breathing the only thing, revealing his impatience to have her.

As they kissed, he zipped down her skirt, the material bunching at her hips as it grew slack. He slowly grabbed her around the waist, urging her to stand up, him scooting the edge of his seat. After he removed the final garment from her, he looked into her eyes, his lips gently parted, his hands on her hips.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with hot desire. Then he kissed her at the apex of her thighs, his lips capturing her clitoris, suckling it gently, making her groan deeply, her fingers digging into his hair as her head snapped back. His tongue prodded her tender flesh, swiping out exactly where she needed it. At her hoarse cry, he halted, looking up at her again. Her fingers combed through his hair, as their eyes locked on each other.

Then she slowly kneeled down in front of him. Their lips crashed together again, and he leaned back, as she placed her hands on his shirt. She was impatient now, and she yanked at the thin material, easily gaining access to his skin, her fingers sliding through the hair on his chest, her lips soon following as she made her way further down, her fingers now working to undo his fly. His hands roamed her shoulders, his hips rolling slightly off the seat. She finally managed to open his trousers, and she pulled them down, freeing his legs of the constricting material.

As she came back, he pulled her in for another deep kiss, his hard manhood pushing into her stomach as she rested against him. Then she started to trail wet kisses down his torso, tasting him, licking his skin, breathing in his intoxicating smell. She arrived at his manhood, and without a word, took him in her mouth, giving a gentle pull, as she dragged his foreskin back, revealing the tip completely. He hissed, his hips jerking sharply, his body jumping slightly beneath her.

He groaned softly, placing his hands in her hair, caressing her passionately as she pleasured him, her tongue swirling wetly around the head of his cock, swiping at the place beneath that made him jump again. A hiss escaped him, as she took him in again, until he hit the back of her throat. She bobbed up and down, making sure to create a vacuum. He couldn't help but thrust slightly, her hot mouth entirely too delightful. She hummed appreciatively, and the vibrations made him thrust again, his head falling back onto the back rest of the armchair.

He was soon rolling his hips repeatedly, feeling his climax approaching hastily. Bella sensed it too, because she grabbed him with her hand, dragging the skin down his shaft, as she gave a deep pull. A hoarse cry was torn from him, as he suddenly shuddered beneath her, his salty release shot into her waiting mouth. She slowly swallowed it down, keeping her eyes on his face. His chest was heaving, as he looked down at her, his eyes completely black. His fierce gaze made her shiver.

He grabbed her hands, pulling her into his lap, twisting her frame at the same time, so she landed with her back against his chest. She had barely landed, before his hands were roaming her body, his fingers gently pulling at her nipples, a hand sliding down between her legs, fingers easily sliding through her wet folds. Her hand landed on top of his, as he caressed her tender centre. She wriggled her hips, slightly impatient, feeling his erection as it pressed into her inner thigh. She wanted him.

He growled softly against her cheek, both his hands now at her core, fingers sliding down on either side of her clit and slit, then trailing back up, tugging the flesh upwards, her clit getting the brunt of the sensation, and she jerked harshly, as she felt her walls clenching tightly. He slowly repeated the caress, and she was delirious within moments, feeling an orgasm approach ever so slowly.

"Hmmm… Are you going to climax for me, Isabella?" He purred into her ear, his tongue flicking out at her jaw. As he said it, his fingers pulled upwards again, trapping her clit in between her folds, making her whimper and jump again, so close the brink it actually hurt.

Suddenly he shifted slightly beneath her, placing his cock at her entrance before slowly penetrating her. His fingers tugged at her apex again, and that was all it took. With a husky cry, she shuddered violently against him, feeling his tingling ingression, as she came apart in his arms. Her walls were squeezing him, making him thrust slightly faster, a soft hiss whistling through his bared teeth.

"Good girl," he crooned into her ear.

Marcus kept a slow pace, leisurely fucking her, his hips pausing only for the briefest moment every time he pushed in, then slowly pulling out. His hands were at her core at the same time, sometimes moving to her breasts, pinching her nipples, using her torso as leverage to give a sharp thrust up into her, making her cry out.

He stroked her lazily, until she climaxed again, then he gently bent her forward. She leaned her hands on his knees, slowly riding him up and down, him holding her hips, rotating them slightly. Suddenly he sat up too, his chest flush with her back, his arms circling her waist, as he increased the speed of his thrusts, making her whimper slightly. He bit gently into her shoulder, growling softly. He felt her tremble slightly.

Then he halted his movements, and made her twist 90 degrees to one side, taking hold of both her legs beneath the thighs, his other arm holding her around the waist, clutching her to his chest, then he leaned back. In this position, he could kiss her again, and wasted no time in doing so. He began to fuck her in earnest, feeling her cunt squeeze him tightly at this new angle. Her brows tugged together, feeling her insides tighten, a spring quickly readying, as he skillfully sent her careening over the edge again, fucking her eagerly, his pelvis slapping into her behind at every thrust. She pressed her face into the crook of his neck, whimpering softly as he slowed his pace again, fucking her deeply, tenderly, holding her close all the while. She knew he sensed another strong release coming close in her, but he seemed to be in no hurry, as he kept her on the edge, not quite giving her the final push, to make her climax. She growled softly in frustration.

"What is it, my love?" He purred, thrusting slightly harder, teasing her by dangling her orgasm just out of reach.

"You are utterly infuriating, do you know that?" She hissed, gritting her teeth. The feel of him inside her was so delicious, his member rubbing her walls in the most sensual manner.

"I know," he murmured into her hair, doing nothing to change their position.

Finally, getting enough of his teasing, she straightened up, swinging one leg over onto his other side, now straddling him defiantly, pushing him back into the chair, her hands on his chest, she began to ride him in earnest, rocking her hips as she sought out her own release, looking straight into his dark eyes, as she felt herself beginning to clamp down hard around him. His gaze was fierce, but still tender as he watched her take what she wanted from him. She stiffened suddenly, her cry of ecstasy torn from her, as she jerked sharply, pushing herself down hard onto his cock, the waves of pleasure making her shudder, her head thrown forward. Not done yet, she kept going, moaning fiercely, seeking out another release, leaning forward to kiss him passionately. He received her eagerly, his hands coming up to her throat, holding onto her, as she rode him swiftly. He growled into her mouth, feeling her flutter around him again. Suddenly he got up, holding onto her, hastily kneeling down in front of the fireplace, he placed her on the ground, pushing in between her thighs, then he began to thrust fast and deep, making her shout out, as she stiffened again, his movements making her come apart instantly.

"Again, dear one," he crooned, teeth bared, pounding into her, kissing her throat, pinching her nipples. Her hips jerked as she came again. Marcus felt his own release stir, and he chased her straight over the edge, his teeth scraping the skin on her lovely throat, as he groaned deeply against her, his hips jolting a few final times into her.

It was a long while later that they were still entwined, Bella stroking her fingers through his soft hair, as he rested easily on top of her, his pelvis still between her legs, his head between her breasts.

"I am having a hard time believing you are really here," he murmured, gently kissing her skin again. "I was nearly ready to give up hope on ever seeing you again. Eiylien tricked us, you see…-"

"Wait wait!" Bella all but exclaimed. "Her name was Alien? As in UFO and outer space?" She asked, slightly shocked. MArcus chuckled.

"No, Eiylien, as in her being a fae, her ancient race out to get us," MArcus said. Bella laughed.

"Right, sorry, go on," she said.

"Well, we had a plan to rescue you and your father, but she was a step ahwad of us. I cannot fathom how you managed to defeat her. Your gift must be truly powerful," He spoke softly. Bella never ceased her caresses as she listened. She nearly scoffed at his final words.

"I'm not powerful. I just managed to discover how she was tricking me. It was no big deal," she said shrugging. The way he spoke, she felt as if he was making her into this deity. She wanted none of it, she was no more special than the rest of them. It was pure luck, that's all.

He lifted his head to look at her, smirking slightly at her.

"You do not like to be the hero, do you?" He asked her teasingly. She chuckled softly, shaking her head slightly.

"I guess not. Look, I'm nothing special, okay? I just got lucky, that's all. I never knew what I was doing through it all, it just sort of came to me as I went," she sighed heavily.

"The most important part is that they are gone now. I am here, with you," She said gently, her fingers skimming his jaw tenderly. He searched her face with his deep gaze, then grunted lightly, as he came up to kiss her. Their lips parted for a second.

"You will never realise how much of a treasure you are, my love," he murmured against her lips, then kissing her deeply, he entered her body again, slowly making love to her once again, never quite getting enough of seeing her come apart beneath him.

Feel free to let me know of your thoughts. I am happy to read them!

-Pancakes