For the first time since arriving in the Outland Temple, Emmett was bored. He didn't have any work to do and Anala was nowhere to be found which only meant she was on the uppermost level, which he was restricted against. It was weird, being truly bored like this. He had been here for almost a month, settling into the easy routine of the temple; prayers at dawn, his mornings occupied with completing tasks around the temple, and his afternoons spent usually with Anala and the girls or getting the occasional lesson from Iliana while trying to get a read on her. Just yesterday he managed to raise an almost smile from the woman and had accompanied Anala to the outskirts of the woods where she was going to gather herbs. the bright look in her eyes and the interested way she would point at a plant and tell him what it was and what it was good for with a smile on her lips was worth listening to her ramblings. After a while Emmett had gone hunting, leaving her to her plants. It didn't take long for him to see everyone here did their share of work, even their Oracle. Even the highest among them helped and did their part in the community created in the sacred place. Emmett had been able to easily envision Anala learning in this place, growing into the woman she had become.

A major difference of his being here were the prey. Not only was the terrain new but the game was much more exotic. Anala hadn't been kidding about Chimera being a fun hunt for him and he'd been surprised by how big it was. Usually he took down at least half a dozen elk before he felt full enough or a couple bears and a few deer when the season came around. The single Chimera had not only been incredibly entertaining to take down but he hadn't even needed to feed again that day. The surprise of some of the other creatures roaming the land had been welcomed with praise and bared fangs whenever he ventured out.

His mate had made it a habit of waiting for his return when he went on a hunt. Emmett would return bloody and messy and see her sitting patiently on the wide temple steps illuminated by torches. After a hunt, the vampire was still right on the surface. All of his instincts were intensified and Emmett was wired. In that state, Emmett would normally be tearing off Anala's clothes and watching the annoyance and outrage melt away to hot lust. Instead, he had settled for strictly holding on to his control while kissing her with everything he could not express. This downtime allowed his unoccupied mind to wander to things he really should avoid.

He hungered for something only Anala could give him.

Emmett folded his arms over his chest, staring at the blue sky. The sun was warm and Emmett had taken to laying in the gardens with Anala on days like these. He looked over to see three familiar people at a bench not too far from where he stood. In total, Emmett had counted four men throughout the entirety of the temple, three of which were sitting in the area. Aerem, Zaphel and David. David, the dark-haired Layame, was usually holed up in an obscure corner of the temple with a book and Zaphel seemed alright, if not a little intense. Then there was Aerem. The smug, sexy, bastard. The man was tall, not Emmett's height but considerably taller than most. He was lean with brilliant red hair, cobalt eyes and a deep tan. In the month he had spent here, Emmett had become damn near fluent in Elrar. Aerem and Anala were friends, long before he had met her, and Emmett was sure the guy had a thing for his girl. He certainly enjoyed shooting half-assed remarks at him and his relationship with his mate. Not only did he have the annoying habit of pissing Emmett off with the smug, superior smile he'd get whenever he talked about the ever-so lovely Oracle but Anala had asked him to be nice upon voicing his dislike of the other male. Sure he was her friend, and yeah, he probably wasn't a bad guy, but fuck Aerem and his stupid fucking grin and looks that challenged Emmett's patience. Anala was his damn it, and if it weren't for the fact it would get him kicked out he'd stake his claim on Anala right in front of him until there couldn't possibly be a doubt Aerem didn't know it was his scent that covered her body. Emmett wasn't a jealous man, honest, but he sure as fuck was a territorial one. In his mind, the world could look and touch and admire all they wanted but that woman was no one's but his. He wouldn't allow another to take her away from him.

Ironically enough Emmett actually liked his younger brother Rir, who was a great conversationalist when Emmett could actually understand what he was saying to him. That guy had been talking at Emmett since his very first day. It took a while but Emmett had been able to piece the language together eventually. If Iris hadn't pointed out that the lanky brunette was Aerem's brother, Emmett wouldn't have believed it. The two had been living in the temple since the ages of four and seven, brought here by Iliana. He looked away from the occupied bench and back up to the sky. He could hear her heartbeat, moving steadily closer to where he was in the courtyard. He hadn't known it at first, but his being Anala's mate was apparently a bigger deal than he had realized. not only did he receive many wondering and strange looks but it had gotten to the point where he hunted down the first person with the ability to explain it to him and Iliana had told him that yes, it was a big deal that the oracle, and by birthright, queen of an entire race of supernatural beings who was one of their most cherished and valuable figures, had been thought dead and it would take time to adjust to the fact she was alive and had taken a Mate. One that had been allowed to enter the Temple. It raised curiosity. Surprisingly though, his status as a vampire was completely irrelevant, he didn't have to hide here. On top of that Anala was too gorgeous for her own good, he was positive she had her fair share of suitors and hopefuls, naturally. But she was simply Anala to him. Sweet, lovely, stubborn Anala. His mate.

Emmett waited as he listened to the nearing heart and looked over as Anala appeared in the archway, a smile spreading on her lips. Emmett tensed as his eyes raked over her ravenously. The emerald orbs of her eyes were radiant, the golden flecks shining brightly. her glossy black hair fell around her in a mass of disheveled waves and curls like she had just received the fucking of her life and the dark brown material of her dress was held up around her plentiful breasts by a thick braided rope woven with soft, matching brown yarn that wrapped around the back of her neck. He already knew it was backless. The expanse of a smooth leg and her bare foot teased him through the high slit and the marks on her revealed thigh disappeared up underneath her dress. The dark brown color complimented her warm, caramel skin and long dark hair perfectly. Brown, good color. She approached him and Emmett smiled as he pushed off the wall, cupping her chin and pressed a restrained, lingering kiss against her soft mouth. A low sound escaped her as she leaned into him and he pulled back, catching sight of Aerem's covetous look. She's mine.

"There you are," she murmured.

"What have you been up to love?" it was uncommon to see her walking around alone. She was usually accompanied by at least one of those beautiful mages.

"I was out flying." her grin was infectious and her excitement was palpable.

"And I missed it?"

She didn't even hear him, practically bouncing in excitement as she spoke quickly. "Em, it was amazing! I haven't done that in so long, I just jumped and the next thing I know I'm in the air. I came and had to find you because I really wanted to share it with someone who'd be as excited as I am."

He laughed. "Hell yeah babe, how many guys get to say their girlfriend can fly?"

She took a breath, calming from her excitement. "Are you busy?"

He shook his head. "Nope."

Her small hand slipped into his own and Emmett's fingers linked with hers. Anala smiled up at him. "Walk with me?"

Emmett nodded and she tugged him along the way she came before turning down one of the longer corridors. They talked quietly but Emmett was only contributing on autopilot. His head had laser-focused on everything Anala. Her scent. Her damned, consuming, mouthwatering scent was surrounding him. Her dark hair fell around her full hips and her plump ass swayed with an unintentional invitation. Anala's voice was soft and low and Emmett suddenly wanted to hear her say his name, to moan it, to scream it. Emmett stopped walking, pulling her back against him. He held her hip, sliding a hand up her back, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin. Anala went quiet and he leaned in to inhale the intoxicating fumes that she gave off naturally. His hand traveled around her side, beneath the smooth material of her dress and around to her rib cage. Emmett pressed his lips against Anala's pulse, smiling a bit as it quickened. He cupped her breast in his palm and trailed his fingertip around her nipple and then slowly grazed over it, feeling the flesh stiffen.

Pull away man. Pull away. A quiet whimper left her. Shit!

Emmett pulled her further down the hall and behind a large tapestry that hung on the wall. The wall extended back only a few feet, leaving him to stand intimately close to her to avoid detection. He pressed Anala to the wall and pulled her mouth to his own. Her hands raised and touched the side of his face, cupped the back of his neck. The kiss was heavy, and hungry. Her scent was rich with the delicious saturation of arousal and it excited him knowing she felt the tension as well. A month was nothing to an immortal but it had been the longest month ever.

"Anala," he murmured. Emmett ran his hands over her body and growled.

Anala wriggled against him and he groaned as she brushed his crotch. He lightly skimmed her throat and chest with his lips, nuzzled the revealed skin of her cleavage. Anala's breath was shallow and she leaned into his kisses. Emmett's fingers touched her exposed thigh. He needed more. Hello, a distant voice spoke in the back of his head. My name is Emmett and I'm a sex addict. He knelt and wrapped his hand around the back of her calf and the material of the dress slid away. He touched his lips to her knee, her thigh. He bit the smooth skin softly. Anala grabbed him, moaning.

"W—we can't!"

"Shhh," he straightened, tilting his head to brush their lips together. Emmett slid a hand between her thighs, coaxing Anala to spread them and he touched her silky folds. She was hot, and wet. All for him. "Just a taste, Angel."

He lowered again, pushing away her dress where it covered her other leg. He kept his eyes on Anala's as he pressed a tender kiss to her mound. Emmett pulled her leg over his shoulder and listened to her soft cry as his tongue touched her flesh. Anala gripped his hair, tugging, and Emmett watched white teeth sink into a full bottom lip. Emmett explored her, tasting the unique natural flavor of her, inhaled her concentrated scent, but kept his eyes firmly on Anala. Her chest heaved, hair falling around her.

"Em—aah! Please, we're going to get caught."

He growled against her clit and Anala's entire body shuddered above him. Getting caught should be the least of her worries. She squirmed and bucked, amusing him. she was only serving to stimulate herself more and struggled to keep quiet when Emmett knew all his sexy little mate wanted to do was freely voice what she felt. His cock pulsed in time to the roaring thrum of want coursing through him and he reigned it in. Control was the key to this. Anala was fighting it. Her cheeks were flushed, pupils blown wide and her hips arched away in a useless attempt to escape him. There was nothing but wall behind her. She was at his mercy and Emmett offered none. He knew every inch of this unbelievably hot body, he knew exactly where the most sensitive trigger areas were, when to use a firm touch and a soft one. He let up slightly and Emmett nearly came in his pants when her hips followed.

"No!" she mewled, cheeks reddening.

Emmett buried between her thighs, feeling her tremble and throb on his tongue. He circled her sensitive clit and ran his fingers along her drenched pussy. He eased a finger into her and received a gasp in response. Another finger followed the first and the tight channel of muscle clenched around them. Emmett pushed into her slowly, sliding his fingers along the fleshy walls. Anala's panting moans cut off suddenly into a high wail as she quivered. There. Emmett thrust his fingers, aiming for that spot. His mate writhed and tossed her head back and Emmett admired her as he listened.

The two people weren't close enough to hear anything and he simply let Anala move against him. Voices became louder as the two approaching persons turned onto the corridor and Emmett straightened, placing a hand steadfastly over Anala's mouth. He stepped closer and pressed his mouth against her temple before moving to her ear.

"Try and be quiet love. Someone's coming." he smirked. "Don't want to get caught now."

He kept his fingers buried within her, pumping them slowly. Anala gripped his arm and shirt, verdant eyes staring into his own pleadingly. Two women strolled unhurriedly by the tapestry, talking, and Anala was shaking and trying to get his fingers to go deeper. Emmett teased her gently, pressing the heel of his palm against the clit and curling his fingers within her. Anala cried out behind his hand and froze as her tight passage rippled around the digits. She hadn't been heard but it was so fun to watch her try and stay quiet. As soon as the women were far enough away Emmett returned to his original position, leaving his tongue over her flesh and pushed his fingers into her with sure, smooth strokes. Anala's body tottered as she moaned and Emmett held her firmly in place. He wasn't done with her yet.

He slid his hand beneath her dress and up to fondle her breast, pinching her hard nipple. Her hand landed on top of his over the dress. Her leg tightened over his shoulder as Emmett licked her folds and sucked the stiffened nub of her clitoris. Anala gripped his head in her hands and ground her hips against his mouth with abandon. She was panting and arching and murmuring his name over and over again as she began to tremble.

His mate was coming undone.

Emmett's eyes never wavered from hers as Anala's lips fell open and her body tensed. Her hips rolled and she quaked with the force of her orgasm as sexy little cries and gasps passed her lips. Her pussy spasmed forcefully around his fingers and he lapped up her juices like a dehydrated man in a desert. Anala started to slide down the wall and Emmett eased the descent. He removed his fingers from her trembling body, coated in the evidence of her release and held her in his lap. Anala stared at him, heart beating quickly as he raised his fingers and licked them clean, groaning deeply. She held his shoulders and kissed him suddenly, running her tongue over his lips, moaning as their tongues met. She reached for his pants and he stopped her, holding her wrist.

"No."

"Bu—"

"If you touch me I will throw you down and fuck you in the middle of the hall and you'll get pissed," he rested a hand on her ass with a groan. "Despite how good it'd be to do it." he knew well. Watching her had nearly been enough to make him lose it completely but having her touch him would disintegrate his control. "I'm fine, Angel. That was for you." And I because making you cum is sort of a favorite hobby. Emmett helped her stand and adjusted her dress. He pressed a loving kiss to her lips and took her hand, mentally coaxing his cock to be a fucking gentleman and stop sending him bad thoughts. "Come on, we didn't finish our walk."

She laughed breathlessly, running a hand through her thick hair. "If I can still walk."