A/N: Chapter three, and for me it's already my Woman's birthday, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY! I wanted to get this posted before I head to bed. Lemons ahead, with a little light entertainment.

Peter

ooooOoooo

Patience might be a virtue, but it ain't one of mine. Three weeks I farted about deciding on the best way to approach Shelby, which ended with me kidnapping her after I fell out of a tree.

So that happened.

She'd fallen asleep on me during the getaway run. Not, I'd admit, what I'd had in mind when I took her, but seeing her relax into my arms was the single most amazing experience of my life up to that moment.

I'm not telling Jasper about this. Ever.

My mate, ladies and gentleman. She finds stranger in a tree, watches stranger fall out of tree, realises stranger is a stalker obsessed with her ass, gets grabbed and kissed (fucking expertly) by stalking stranger, fuckin' loves it, agrees to be stolen….falls asleep in his arms.

I'd brought her back to the ranch I'd owned for a while now. Not that I have any clue of its inner workings, someone organises that for me, and I just get to say I have a ranch. And to offer Jasper a cow to drink whenever he comes to visit. Now it's perfect…cause its miles from anywhere and there's no one to hear if Shelby gets a little not-in-the-good-way shouty.

I got her as comfortable as I could after arriving here. All settled in my bed, a bottle of mineral water waiting on the bed stand, and her own personal stalker staring at her as she sleeps. She seems so peaceful, laying there, looking all beautiful and shit. What kind of newborn would she make, I wondered. I could only speculate or, hell, who the fuck was I kidding? Totally fantasising about the possibilities.

Maybe I should just venom up, bite her, and be done with it?

I dismissed that idea as foolhardy immediately. Kidnap her and bite her while she's passed out so that she wakes up in fiery torment only to 'wake up' in a whole different world? Newborns are a huge pain in the ass at the best of times, changing her this way would just be asking for trouble. I valued my manhood too much to risk it, and so will she…as long as she's given then chance to learn that before the newborn rage and confusion took over and she rips it off to keep it hostage.

Human it is!

For now.

I'd left her for a while, attempted to make time pass quicker by zipping back and forth, collecting things I thought she might need. Food, drink, toilet paper. Other shit. Forgot to get clothes. Honest. Grabbed a bite to eat for myself.

Why hasn't she woken up yet?! It's been two hours. TWO.

I could almost hear Jasper whispering in my ear about stalkers and the creep factor of watching someone sleep. Fuck it.

I dragged myself out of that room, put a classic horror movie on TV, and sat down with every intention to at least pretend that I was watching it. Five minutes later, Shelby shifted on the bed, and I was back in the bedroom before another second had passed.

I waited.

One minute…two. Still a-fucking-sleep.

How much does one human need?!

Maybe I should just wake her up?

Make a big bang or something. Accidentally nudge her? Or…

Oh yes. What is one of the best ways for a person to be woken up? The most pleasurable? The most likely to make sure that said person is amenable rather than in the mood to immolate? It was entirely possible that I was making this decision based solely on messages sent by my male brain, rather than the main one, but…so?

"Thank you, God, for mini skirts," I murmur at the ease of access it was giving to me.

I wanted to wake her up in the best of ways, wanted to show her just one of the things life with me would give her, and that falling asleep on me didn't mean missing out on the Peter Whitlock Tongue Experience.

Perfect. I crawled between her legs, eyes intent on the little scrap of black lace she had hiding her modesty beneath that sinful skirt of hers.

The memory of how she'd reacted to me as I'd kissed her was at the forefront of my mind. Her fire, her want, her submission. How she'd melted into my arms even as she'd fought to get closer, gripping herself to me as she'd met my kisses with demanding ones of her own.

"Sexy little minx," I whispered as soon as I realised just how aroused she was.

Wet through her panties, her arousal like lava on my tongue as I sucked her sex through the lace, digging my tongue as far as it could go through her panties. She began to stir in the most alluring way, her curvaceous hips rolled in their natural rhythm against my tongue, her thighs spread further to give me more access, she writhed against me to seek the perfect point of friction and gratification.

I stripped away her panties with fingers and teeth.

She was bare beneath them; completely. Smooth silk coated in sex and need, a treat on my tongue, even more so when I pushed it inside her as far as I could. I tasted the purest essence of her need that I could find. I knew she was awake when her hands threaded through my hair, pulling as hard as her human self could, egging me on to find her completion.

It ain't like I needed much encouragement.

I fingered her clit, all hard and swollen, circling round and round and round as I explore her sex with lips and tongue and teeth. I'd never get enough of her, I would spend centuries down here, tasting her. Listening to her breathy moans and needful whimpers, cussing me on as she begged for more.

Oh yeah.

My tongue and fingers switch places. Sucking on her little nub while pushing two cold digits inside her, hooking them in just the right way to make her scream, making my cock twitch at the thought of claiming her fully.

"Oh God….Oh God…"

Yeah, she's fucking loving it.

I fucking love the noises she makes…

I pushed her further and further, not bothering to tease, knowing that she's more than ready to be all kinds of explosive for me. My speed and grace is a beautiful thing when it comes to strumming her clit, the smooth pads of my fingers massaging that holy shit spot inside her, and keeping up a punishing pace with my fingers that sends her screaming off into orgasmic nirvana.

"OH GOD!"

And there, ladies and gentlemen, is how you get your mate to scream to the heaven's as they come all over your hand. You're welcome.

I licked my fingers clean as I moved further up the bed to lay down next to Shelby, shit eating grin firmly in place, and took in my mates panting form. Breasts rising and falling with each breath, arms and legs still spread out where they'd fallen as her whole body had relaxed as her climax ebbed. Lips parted and eyes closed…a wonderful sheen over her heated skin. I couldn't wait to see her fully.

There wasn't much thought behind my actions as I went to undress her. All I was seeing, all I was feeling, was the bond, the need. Let's face it, my cock was about ready to make a break for itself and crawl up her if I didn't do something about it soon.

I wonder if she's wearing a leather bra…

"Down, Cowboy Kidnapper, no titties for you until you tell me what the fuck is going on."

Yeah, I was up and off that bed faster than Eddie Cullen's dick would pop if he ever managed to get it wet.

I ended up in the corner of the room, subtly adjusting myself, and trying to look as non-threatening as a 6ft vampire with red eyes can. Probably best not to show the pearly whites. I clamped my lips shut over my teeth and caught a look at my reflection in the mirror, is this how Jasper looks whenever he has to walk among the high school buffet, sorry, students? I was doing the Jasper Constipated at High School expression.

Shelby was staring at me, looking me up and down, considering…something. I don't know. My gift, my Yoda Sense, a name that stuck ever since 1977 and Star Wars, was being conspicuously silent. The fucker. I ended up shifting about until I was standing in the doorway, leaning against it really, arms crossed, and legs mirroring them at the ankles. Should've been wearing my cowboy hat, would've been awesome. Alas…

"So?"

"You agreed to come," I pointed out. Yeah, I was being defensive…and stupid. I took in her pissed off expression; definitely stupid.

"You didn't exactly give me a choice," she huffed, and then the worst thing happened, she was righting her clothes and moving off the bed.

"Wait!" I darted forward, freezing when she froze, "I'm bein' really fuckin' shit at this whole talkin' thing," I admitted, though by her cocked brow I hadn't needed to point that out, "But here's the thing…you were goin' to leave, and I may have panicked a little bit…cause I didn't want you to."

She blinked at me.

I stared back.

"You make no fucking sense."

"Right," I agreed, how could I not? "Short version?" I asked, watching while she nodded her head in agreement, "I'm a vampire, you're my mate, I kidnapped you, my name's Peter, but feel free to keep callin' me God."

"You're completely bat shit crazy," she breathed out, though her scent didn't hold much trace of fear. Fascinated seemed to be her emotion of choice.

Kinda wishing that Jasper was here right now.

"Well, thank you for the entertainment, and the…incredible wake up call," I watched her lips as she spoke, smirking at the compliment. "But I'm gonna go now."

I was at the foot of the bed before she'd even moved to get up, looming over her enough that she had to lean back, wide eyes staring up at me. But still no fear. Good girl.

"You're not goin' anywhere," like the possessive bastard I'd turned into, my voice was vibrating with a bass growl, "You're mine."

She swallowed, I watched her throat contract, and listened to her heartrate spike. Licked her lips, and yeah, I followed that action carefully as well. Her breathing picked up, goose bumps washed over her skin. But it wasn't the cold tang of fear that heightened her scent to me, oh no.

"Negative, Ghost Rider," there was that breathy tone again, how did she expect to get me to obey her when she's talking like she smells…so turned on she can barely stand it, "You can't just go around stealing people and pretending to be a vampire. You don't even have fangs."

"I have red eyes and move faster than you can see," I pointed out the things that she already knows, the obvious things, "I have a big bag of tricks that makes me a vampire. And, please, like Hollywood ever gets anythin' right."

"And Bram Stoker?"

"Was a tit."

We stared at each other for a time, summing each other up, at least that's what I was doin'. I knew what I wanted to be doin' instead. Then my inner Yoda finally hit me with some news.

"You don't want to leave," I grinned, wide and smug and happy all at once.

Best. Fucking. News. Ever.

She looked like she was going to argue with me for a moment, but instead of a biting rebuke of my words, she laid back on her elbows and bit her lip. I wanted to bite her lip.

"No, I don't. Which makes no sense," her eyes flickered down to my groin. Dirty girl.

"You're my mate, it makes perfect sense," I stated, walking towards her. I figured that enough was enough with the talking.

"Why are your eyes red?" She asked as she watched me approach.

"Because I drink human blood," I stated calmly, best to be as blunt as possible. She'd get over any squicky feelings about that once she's turned.

Or…

Wow, a new surge of arousal washed through her, I could taste it on the air, see it in the way her breasts heaved and her thighs clenched together.

"You like that?" At the foot of the bed now I undo my belt, not missing the way her eyes were fastened on the action, and set it aside to flick open my button fly, "My teeth would slice through your skin like a hot knife through butter," my smirk turned dark as she whimpered, "You'd taste so fuckin' sweet on my tongue."

"Would…would it turn me into a pretend vampire?" She panted, eyes raking over my chest as I pulled off, and discarded, my shirt.

"Only if I wanted it to," I decided to ignore the pretend bit.

Jeans gone, and I always go commando, I climbed onto the bed.

No longer passive, she reached for me, her hands sunk into my hair as I allowed her to pull me forward. Our lips met. No hesitation. Need, want, desire, and more…yes. Acceptance…submission, and a set of cock torturing whimpers as she climbed me like a tree.

"You're so hard," she moaned as her hands roamed everywhere she could reach.

"It's all for you, Dalrn'," my hands went straight to her ass. I fucking love her ass.

"No…I mean, yes, but I meant your…fuck…your skin."

"Vampire," I growled, pulling her against me even as my hands journeyed higher, her clothes becoming a thing of the past.

"And cold…"

"Vampire."

"Gotcha…oh, shit, Peter…just like that!"

My teeth were on her nipple.

I slid right inside her, a perfect fit, nice and hot and wet and so fucking tight. She gripped me inside her sex, inner muscles rippling over my cock, she was already so close. I wanted her to plummet off that edge. My mouth was all over her tits as I moved inside her, the heels of her boots digging into my ass much as she could manage, her moans and whimpers and keening music to my horned up soul.

I fucked her with long hard strokes, not letting up even when I hitched her legs over my shoulders, and bent her almost in half. I was so fucking deep inside her and she was taking it, begging for more, back arched as if to give her breasts to me in offering, her ink glistening with the slight sheen of perspiration that covered her. I held her hour glass figure in my hands, fingers and thumbs encircling her waist, pulling her onto me as I thrust forward.

She was so fucking beautiful, I could barely find the words as she fell back onto the bed, her hair fanning out around her, eyes closed and lips parted. That tantalising curve of her spine as her body bowed to accommodate the pleasure coursing through her. Hands flung above her head, gripping onto the pillow, the sheets, the headboard, anything she can find.

My eyes fastened on her throat.

Instinct rode me as I rode her.

Brand. Mark. Claim.

My growl was feral; dominant. She reacted instantly, head going to the side, baring her neck to me, giving me her throat. Oh, how I wanted to allow my venom to flood my mouth and slice down deeply into that vulnerable spot…but, for whatever fucking reason, now wasn't the time. Not on the first time.

I fell down on top of her, holding myself up with hands on either side of Shelby's head, hips rolling against her, my whole body undulated against her. One thought in my mind. I grasped her hair in my fist, pulling hard, extending the curve of her throat to me even though she'd already offered. And boy did she fucking like that. I willed away any venom in my mouth. I didn't need it.

Brand.

Latching onto her pulse point I sucked hard, growling against her skin.

Mark.

My teeth cut through her skin, opening up the wet, delicious warmth within. Hot, sweet blood flooded over my tongue.

Claim.

She came instantly, screaming out her bliss, and I tasted her orgasm in her blood. I swallowed it down. My own reaction instantaneous, I exploded inside of her, my woman, my mate. I claimed her with my bite, my mark, my scent.

ooooOoooo

"Believe me now?" I asked her as we sat together languishing in a hot bath.

Shelby was sat between my legs, her back to my chest, with her head resting back against me and a soft smile on her face. She hadn't stopped smiling since we'd finished. The mark I'd given her was so very obvious to my eyes, as it would be to other's of my kind, a pair of silvery crescent moons sitting pretty on her throat. I'd sealed the wounds with just enough venom for them to heal and to make sure that it would be permanent. I had a feeling that there would likely be a lot more before she was turned.

Hottest thing in the world ever.

"No," She laughed and I sighed, "Don't sigh at my, Cowboy Kidnapper." She turned enough to kiss my cheek. Made me smile.

"I drank your blood, how is that not a vampire thing?" She just wouldn't accept it.

"So? Can you turn into mist?"

"No," another sigh.

"A wolf?"

"No! Shit. Shapeshifter I am not, you've no idea how bad they smell."

"A bat?"

"For fucks sake."

"Fangs?"

"You know, first hand, that I do not have, nor do I need any pussy ass fangs."

I hate Bram Stoker.

"Eric Northman has fangs and he's not a pussy," she stated, giggling to herself, and watched me out of the corner of her eyes.

"Who the fuck is Eric Northman?" I may have growled.

"True Blood?" she asked, distracting me with her wet boobs when she turned around to face me, "Do you watch any TV? Not the point."

"Dalrin'," I croon, cupping her ass, kneading it in my hands, "Vampires aren't like the books and films and TV shit makes out. Okay? That's all smoke and mirrors to help with the whole secrecy thing."

I could tell by her expression that she still didn't believe me.

"So you can go out into the sun?"

"Yes." Mostly. I didn't need Yoda to let me know that finding out I sparkle in direct sunlight wouldn't help my cause here.

"But you kept to the shade when you befuddled me with your hotness and whisked me away," she kissed me then, soft and sweet, "Or are you just worried about wrinkles?"

"I'm over 150 years old, Darlin', if agin' was somethin' to worry about, it would've happened waaaay before now."

"Wow…so…Civil War era?"

"Yup."

"You're so old…ooh, should I call you Daddy?"

I liked the idea of that more than I thought I would.

"So you believe me now?" I repeated my earlier question, getting us back onto the subject at hand.

She laughed and turned around again, "Nope!"

E/N: Leave me some love!