Chapter 33

Sex with Taker compared to Mark was…insane, to put it mildly. Taker stole her breath away and made her submit every inch of herself to him. Mark, on the other hand, was loving and soft, very rarely just taking her and fucking her senseless like Taker was doing at the moment. Intense wasn't the word to use, but it was the only one Brooklynn could come up with. Her brain was clouded in a thick passion haze and she could barely breathe, her heart thundering in her ears. She was sure Taker could hear it too. Where was this fire and passion from Mark? Did it really all stem from his darker side to make her toes curl and her pussy numb? It wasn't bad with Mark, but sometimes she wanted to get down and dirty.

Having Taker dormant all these years was a big mistake, Brooklynn was coming to realize, and luckily, she hadn't completely lost her sex drive. Or maybe the desire from Mark had dwindled for her since Taker was the one who loved and wanted her first. However, her first time between them had been with Mark in the old place in Arizona…which coincidentally is where her first sex dream with Taker had taken place. It was almost as if he was trying to recreate their history through her subconscious – to show her what SHOULD'VE been.

Honestly, after nosing about Mark's mind to just trying to understand what kind of appeal he held for Brooklynn, outside his generally decency and stability, Taker had learned that there was a reason behind that down-home, tender, Southern loving Mark served up. He was afraid of scaring her off because of what had happened at the mansion. Brooklynn had raged when she realized she had wanted Mark, what a mistake she had made when she had asked for Taker, and he never wanted to remind her of Taker. What an idiot.

"Mmm…" He sank his teeth into her throat again. "Mine… All mine…"

She was currently on her knees, her back aligned with Taker's chest perfectly as he continued thrusting inside of her, not being soft at all. If Brooklynn knew the reasoning behind Mark being tender and loving with her, she would've slapped him silly. Granted, it was understandable why he refused to show that darker part of him, but that's what Brooklynn fell in love with. She didn't know how much she'd missed having Taker as part of Mark until the dream with the storms and fire.

The passion, the heat, the way he manhandled and dominated her, making her toes curl…Brooklynn hadn't felt something like that in quite some time. Then waking up from that dream sequence and being screwed by Mark in the real world had been…different. Brooklynn knew Taker had a MAJOR influence over how Mark pleasured her in that shower and it was mind-blowing. Maybe she didn't want Mark all along, maybe it was Taker her heart craved, and she'd denied herself all these years by keeping him locked away with Bastet.

"Y-Yes…yours…o-only yours…"

His teeth sinking into the back of her neck, combined with his thrusts and his fingers stroking her bundle of nerves, caused Brooklynn to shatter into a million pieces. She shrieked out his name, sincerely hoping he thought to put up a sound barrier because Brooklynn didn't need their daughter flying in here thinking something was wrong. Mark always put up a sound barrier during their lovemaking.

The Undertaker had not put a damn thing up, he couldn't, not without tiring himself out and disappearing back into the confines of the mind. He, however, had. Being evil did not necessarily mean not being courteous. And they needed this, this deep connection, sex did that to people. It would make what was to come all the sweeter for him, the darkness, when it finally fully emerged.

She and Mark were going to be TIRED tomorrow because Taker had no intentions of letting her sleep, not as long as he was 'awake'. Taker had no idea how many times Brooklynn shattered for him, he had lost count a while ago and was definitely pleased to know that, after all these years, he had not lost his touch at all. He pushed her away from him, chuckling darkly when she nearly lost her balance. Extending her hands to keep herself from falling before moving to kneel before her, a hand gripped to the back of her head, his cock already brushing against her lips.

"You look like you need rehydrated, precious."

Her eyes moved from his already hardened cock up to his eyes, those acid pools pulling her in like always. "I'm inclined to agree with you…"

He had climaxed and used magic to buff himself up again, all for her. It made her heart explode with newfound love, feeling as though she and Taker were reconnecting after all this time. Licking her lips, her mouth engulfed his tip and swirled it around her mouth, hearing him hiss out as his fingers tightened in her hair. It'd been so long since she was able to pleasure Taker like this and Brooklynn relished every second of it, taking her time to drive him mad.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head just about, teeth gritting at the feel of her tormenting the head of his cock. He could feel Brooklynn's tongue exploring every bit of him, where he flared, up the vein… Christ this woman hadn't even taken that much of him into her mouth and already he was feeling like he might explode. Taker wouldn't, having a bit more control than that and his head lulled forward, eyes narrowed into acidic slits. She was staring up at him, her lips wrapped around him and that was a sight he would forever have embedded in mind, a visual to definitely cherish.

"You evil, evil tease…" He growled down at her, watching those beautiful, cock sucking lips pull away from him and that wicked pink tongue dart out to lick at him.

"Turnabout, Taker."

He had done his fair share of teasing with her and it was time to return the favor. Seventeen years without him…she had so much time to make up for, if it was even possible. Her hands slid up the back of his thighs to his firm backside, digging her nails into the flesh.

"Lay down, it'll be more comfortable for both of us because I'm not stopping until you rehydrate me." Brooklynn smiled when he obliged, humoring her and gave her full control over the situation for the moment. "Mmm now, where was I? Oh yes, right…about…" Her mouth engulfed him again, this time thrusting him in and out of her mouth slowly, gradually building up speed.

While laying down was great for the knees and general stability, it wasn't quite the same. Towering over her, fisting her hair, it was dominating and Brooklynn definitely needed to be dominated in the bedroom. Taker could see it in her eyes, feel it in how she responded to his fairly rough and sometimes wicked lovemaking. She was teasing him, tormenting him… he didn't know whether to allow it or take control and fuck her mouth until she was choking. He'd allow it, folding his hands beneath his head for the moment, head propped on pillows as he watched her.

"Now don't forget the balls, Lynn." He instructed, hissing when her hand immediately moved between his legs. "Good girl."

Eventually, Taker was right back up on his knees and took control, dominating his wife, his Lynn. She didn't have a problem with it, having gotten her chance to tease and torment him, but now he was ready for it to come to an end. He held her head tightly and fucked her mouth, driving his dick in and out of her mouth at a fast pace, breathing through her nose. When he exploded, she managed to swallow him whole, not letting a single drop leave her mouth. Brooklynn continued sucking him off until he went limp in her mouth, forcing her to pull away and his hands loosened on her head. She slid her hands up his chest, kissing her way up until his head dipped to capture her mouth, tasting himself on his tongue, both on their knees. This was what had been missing from her sex life with Mark, this explosive, fiery passion only Taker could show her.

"Please don't go." She murmured against his lips, opening her eyes to see Taker was still with her and caressed his face with her hand. "We've lost so much time together…" His forehead pressed to hers, both breathing heavily, and she kissed him passionately again, his arms encircling her tightly. "I love you, Taker…"

"You know I'm in here…" He yawned, rubbing her back in slow circles with a lazy hand, kissing the corner of her mouth. "Gonna take some time, Lynn." This had really taken it out of him, so worth it though and he flashed her a small but genuine smile. And of course, she was eventually going to run into the issue of Mark, or he'd wind up doing something and remind her just why he had been shut away for all that time.

"I love you and it's not fair when we're finally – FINALLY – on the same page. We're finally together again…" Brooklynn hated the tears that stung her eyes and the guilt washing over her and felt him pull her back on the bed to lay down. He really was exhausted from what they'd done and she knew he'd be going dormant in minutes. "It's because of me. I'm…the reason you've been locked away for so long. Because I was scared to love you…and I was wrong for that. I was stupid and wrong…you're what's been missing in my life, in this relationship, in Mark. He's not the same without you…you're half of him and he hasn't been the same since locking you away with Bastet. And I know he did it mostly because of me…"

His eyes opened, hazy though they crinkled as he smiled slightly, tiredly. "Darlin'… what's because of you?" He asked quietly, his hand hesitating for a brief moment before resuming rubbing her back up and down. "Have another strange dream, Brooklynn?"

His wife was a worrier, not that he blamed her. Though he had to wonder if maybe he shouldn't have warded her dreams anyway. She would never know… not if it was just something temporary. Julia's warnings meant dick if she couldn't be more helpful, why couldn't spirits and ghosts actually say something besides vague messages?

"Mark?" Taker was gone, dormant, and Brooklynn shook her head, wondering how she was supposed to explain their current predicament. He was naked and sweaty, so was she and she had tears in her eyes. "No, no dream, just…I was referring to the darkness coming for us." Lying to him was the only way to protect Taker. Brooklynn wouldn't let Mark destroy half of himself, no matter what she had to do and sat up a little, sliding her fingers through his slick hair. "Your headache gone?"

"Mmm, yeah," He was exhausted though, not overly realizing their predicament. Her being naked on him just seemed… natural.

Mark not noticing was the last bit of strength Taker had and, even then, he was struggling. This big bastard did not want to shut up and sleep.

"Stop worrying about the darkness, Brooklynn," A lazy hand reached up, caressing her face. "We'll do what we did last time. Group up with the circle and kick its ass, whatever it is."

Brooklynn touched his hand, lacing their fingers together and kissed him softly, burying her face in the crook of his neck as his arm tightened around her, her leg draping over his. "I love you, Mark." She whispered, caressing his chest and meant it with every fiber of her being.

She loved both sides of him, both halves, and Brooklynn decided right then and there she wouldn't choose. Maybe there was a way for them to co-exist with each other and she could have the best of both worlds somehow. There had to be a way because she would not lose either of them again. His light snoring signaled to Brooklynn her husband was fast asleep and she joined him a few minutes later, the exhaustion finally taking over her.

"Claira! Make sure you have everything packed and ready to go!" Brooklynn shouted up the stairs the following evening, busy in the bedroom packing herself. Mark had gone to his library to grab a few books to bring with he thought would help. "I mean it! Aunt Trish and Uncle Steve need them tomorrow morning!" They were stopping by to grab both Claira and Seth's belongings in the morning and going shopping for snacks, drinks, and whatnot to hold them over on the road.

Claira couldn't hear a word her mother was saying because she had her iPod playing, blasting music through the earbuds. She had already packed and unpacked her bags at least 3 times already. Eventually, she came bouncing down the stairs, tossing said bag gently next to the door so she wouldn't forget it. When she turned, her Mom was staring at her from the foot of the stairwell, exasperation all over her face.

"What?" Oh… yeah. She pulled the earbuds out. "Sorry. You were hollering, weren't you?" When her mom turned and headed right back upstairs, muttering something about 'jackass kids', she began giggling and followed. "What was that, Mommy dear?"

"I said JACKASS. KIDS." She reiterated with a snort, making her daughter laugh harder.

Randy had called to check in, once again asking if Brooklynn was ready to come clean to him about what was really going on. Brooklynn told him nothing and ended the call, making the excuse she had to pack. It was perfect since she actually DID have to pack.

"Did you pack your underwear?"

"No, I just thought I'd walk around naked."

"And get a paddling from your father, who you already know is on the fence about Seth going. Don't push your luck, girl."

"Mom, I have everything I need, I promise. Would you stop stressing out? This is supposed to be a VACATION." Her devious side decided to show at that moment. "Hey Mom… do you have any condoms I can borrow?" Claira was rewarded immediately with her Mom having a spaz attack and it was hilarious to watch her start doing this strange little dance of frustration. Her face turned beet red and she began laughing, eyes sparkling with a hint of wicked amusement. "I'm teasing, you're so tense! You need to calm down Mom, what's wrong?" Any other time, her Mom would have called her out on the joke because she was good at reading her. "Are you okay, Mom?"

"No, no I'm not fine because my daughter – my 16-year-old daughter – just asked me for a condom!" The darkness had NOTHING on this evil teenager, who loved provoking her mother at the worse times. "You better not say that in front of Dad because he WILL tan your hide and then skin Seth alive. With magic." Now it was her turn to smirk wickedly at the pale expression on Claira's face. "And don't think he wouldn't either." Especially if Taker emerged to do the job…Brooklynn shuddered at the thought of what that side of Mark could do to the poor boy. "Did you pack your toothbrush and toiletries? You know we're gonna be gone for an entire week, Claira Beth."

"Mom, I've got better hygiene than you lately." She was 16 and very aware of how her breath smelled, if her teeth were fuzzy, or pit stank, all of it. No man wanted to make out with a nasty slob. She may have left panty liners on the bathroom floor, but she sure as hell did not cut corners or get lazy about her body and its potential grossness. "You smell like… Dad, actually." Oh… oh, that was sick!

"Claira!"

Brooklynn felt her cheeks flame up and kept folding clothes, even though her hands were shaky. Between her thighs was deliciously achy too. Taker had…reconciled with her several times, building up strength, exerting it on her and going dormant again. Mark had no idea what was going on and had even woken up mid-thrust inside of her in a VERY precarious position. Her ass, to be more specific. He'd been floored, but hadn't stopped because she didn't let him, urging him to continue and luckily, she hadn't called out Taker's name. "No, I don't, and I think you've officially gone off the deep-end before your mother. Now help me fold these towels please."