Author's note: so this week's update is a little different. instead of the usual two chapters I'm up loading three because these next two are actually just one long ass chapter split in two ironically enough I just finished writing another scene with these three exact characters and I gotta say it was pretty hot ;) anyway, just wanted to mention that real quick. Enjoy.

Anala's steady heartbeat shifted and she was rolling over, causing the covers to expose the plump swell of her ass in those tiny black shorts. Emmett watched her roll over and scanned his eyes over her body. Limbs extended, stretching the muscles. Her shirt rode up a bit higher and exposed the dip of her side. She sighed, a soft, pouty sound escaping her. She made her way into the bathroom, not acknowledging him nor Rowan. Anala was never quite responsive first thing after waking. She would need a few minutes. Emmett lay on the bed and listened to her heartbeat, to Rowan's. He listened to their soft breaths and the rustle of their clothes as they shifted. The house was completely empty, a rarity with a family so large. A few minutes later Anala was reemerging from the bathroom, looking much more awake. Her hair was wild. The soft obsidian mane fell around her in a mass of curls and waves. Emmett ran his eyes over her body freely. On the upside of their early return, Emmett didn't have to reign in his lust. He could touch her now. He was free to not have to wait weeks to finally unleash his pent up emotion and desperate need to take her. Rowan was still standing by the window, looking out at the tree-lined horizon, and Anala stepped behind him and hugged him, resting her head against his back. He turned a bit to wrap and arm around her. Emmett could feel the rush of warmth between them, what the reaction of physically connecting to him did to their bond. It was strange that he could feel that. She looked up to the Vayar's face, smiling.

"Did you miss me?"

"Not terribly."their bond flared with light, humming. Emmett smiled. It contradicted his words completely.

"Well I missed you." she had. Anala had worried at the anxiety she sensed from him. He was important to her. Rowan's words came to him. Anala has left that decision to you, and you alone. Why?

"I know." his hand smoothed down her back.

Anala squeezed her arms around him before making her way back towards the bed. Emmett watched her crawl across the covers towards him. Her lips were pulled into a smile. He watched intensely green eyes travel over him before a soft, full mouth was pressing against his, allowing him to take in the flavor of her for the first time that day. Emmett groaned quietly, hand straying to her ass almost impulsively as he pulled her closer.

"Morning, Angel."

Anala smiled against his lips. "Good morning, Em."

"Sleep well?" Emmett straightened into a sitting position and carded his hand through her hair. Anala hummed, shifting to sit back on her heels between his thighs.

"Yes. Yes I did." she hadn't picked up on the suggestion in his voice, but he caught sight of Rowan's pink lips raising into a knowing smile.

Emmett leaned in to inhale her sinful scent. The bed was covered in it, he himself was coated in her scent. He was drunk on it. "Do you have plans today?"

"Not that I know of."

He skimmed his nose along her throat, taking a breath. "Good. You aren't leaving this room today." Emmett had some lost time to make up for. Her throat worked.

"Bu—?"

He touched her lips. No. none of that. Emmett wasn't going to hear any excuses today. There were three things going through his mind simultaneously. One, he was going to peel those shorts off. Slowly. Two, she wouldn't leave the bed (he would even restrain her if need be) until he said otherwise. Three, he wanted her to cum until she couldn't take it anymore. It was the only way to restore the natural order. He was after all, an addict. He watched emotions play out in her brilliant eyes. They stared at him but weren't focused. She was thinking at Rowan, or maybe the other way around. Anala sighed and looked to the man still at the window. "Come here Ro, you remind me of Edward."

Rowan's eyes remained on the window. "Beautiful and soulful?"

"No. brooding and faraway."

He looked over to her. "Do I seem brooding?"

Anala tilted her head. "No. you seem . . . plotting. I'm officially suspicious."

A mysterious twinkle glinted in his eyes. "I'm scheming a seduction."

Emmett purred lowly as his fingers brushed the side of Anala's neck. "Is it me?"

"You don't require a scheme." she shifted to lie on her back and grinned. "Your sex appeal seduces for you."

"That's very true." he chortled.

Anala gave Rowan an amused look. "Is it me?"

Rowan walked over to the bed and braced his hands on the mattress, leaning forward as his eyes met her own. "Very funny."

Her deep red lips curled into a smirk. "I like to think so."

"Am I missing something?"

Rowan looked to him. "Anala was my first," he explained. "I hadn't married and as a pastor's son thought to be hell spawn, I had close tabs on me. since it takes a lot of energy to create a Vayar, the bond releases the excess in whatever way it can and demands consummation." Rowan's eyes lowered to Anala's.

"Do you remember?" he murmured.

"Of course I do."

"Tell me." Anala looked to Emmett as he spoke the words. The blonde man's eyes were bright and clear as they looked at her.

"She was beautiful. I'd never seen such a creature. I thought she was the goddess Venus, gracing me with her presence." he shook his head softly. He moved to sprawl on the bed with her, rolling onto his side to face her and Emmett. "I was a boy, admiring the female form for the first time. I was in over my head."

I bet. Emmett considered himself to pretty experienced sexually, but Anala carried a presence that had overwhelmed him their first time, physically brought him to his knees, even. Human turned Vampire or not, he would remember losing his virginity if Anala had been his first. Emmett tried to picture a younger version of Rowan, innocent. a less predatory and more wide-eyed, unknowing with an awed looked as he touched soft caramel skin and experienced the pleasure only another body could give for the first time.

His cock pulsed hungrily.

Anala laughed. "He was trying to be a gentleman, and I couldn't understand why he would not look at me. I thought he wasn't attracted to me. He started to apologize so I took his virginity on the floors of the Arceon and completed the bond." she slid a hand into Rowan's blonde hair and touched his cheek. "You used to blush every time I kissed you. Now look at you, completely shameless."

"I blame Elias." he replied easily. "And Lilith and Hanna and Nolan—"

"Whoa, whoa—Nolan?"

Anala rolled to face him. "He seduced my brother."

"respect." how the fuck did he do that? Nolan couldn't be convinced out of a burning building if he felt he were being told what to do, let alone fall for typical tricks to get him in bed.

"Thank you. Jasper is a lucky man. Nolan is ver—"

Anala quickly threw herself at Rowan, placing a hand over his grinning mouth. "EW! That's my brother."

Lavender eyes gleamed as he wrestled her hand away. "Your brother fucks like a champion."

Emmett laughed. She huffed, sitting up. "To think you were once such a sweet, well-mannered person."

"What makes you think I'm not?"

"I can hear your corrupted thoughts."

Rowan's eyes softened. He reached up and traced her cheekbone. Emmett felt the bond he now shared with them flare, making his own flesh buzz. "I can hear you," Rowan murmured. The drastic contrasts between them only served to compliment the individual beauty of the two. Anala's features were soft, feminine. Her body sloped and curved with the natural form that was associated to womankind. Smooth brown skin and long obsidian hair caused her emerald green eyes to glow. She was exotically beautiful. Rowan was the polar opposite. He was angelic, pale and light but the hard edge of his jaw and his long frame were unmistakable. His odd colored eyes only added to the surreal feeling he produced.

Anala's head tilted as she stared down at him and Emmett felt a strange anticipation build in his gut as his focus zeroed in on a single objective.

Anala's fingers were slipping into fine pale hair as lips grazed against her jaw. Images were filtering through her head. They were of her, through another's eyes. Images of her pressing close, of a pale hand moving up her side, of her leaning in to kiss pink lips as bodies tangled on an ornate floor illuminated by firelight. The longer her hands were on Rowan the stronger the bond thrummed, releasing energy and transferring between their bodies over and over as it steadily rose. As the originator, the bond demanded she appease it. Rowan was holding back, she could feel it. His soul called out along the tether of energy and in turn, Emmett's soul stirred. She couldn't be sure he understood or even felt it but Anala could. She felt all of it return into her before firing off signals like neurons.

"Something's wrong." Anala opened her eyes, realizing she had closed them. Her hands fell away from Rowan as she turned to look to Emmett. He was closer than she'd originally thought, only sitting a foot away from them. His eyes were burning, watching her. Emmett could sense it after all. Anala felt her cheeks warming.

"I . . . the bond, it . . ." Anala wasn't sure how to word it. In the years before the war Anala had never had to explain this to anyone. She didn't have to hesitate to do something she had done countless of times before, both from necessity and simple desire. Rowan was her Vayar but Emmett, Emmett was her Mate. It was Rowan, yes, but the line still existed. Out of respect for Emmett, she couldn't do it, not like this. Not if everything they've worked to fix would suffer for it.

"I'm sorry, I just . . ." she looked him in the eyes. "I never really had a reason not to . . . Em, I don't want you to think your thoughts or opinions don't matter to me. You're my mate and I don't want to put that at risk. Since Rowan's soul is attached to mine the bond needs to be reinforced, especially if there's a strain on it, and it can become pretty intimate as a result. But I won't do it," she added on quickly. "Not if it upsets you."

Emmett gave her a long look that made her nervous. She actually wished for Edward's gift in that moment. For someone so simple, Emmett was really hard to read sometimes. His eyes moved to Rowan. "You were right."

Anala looked between them, confused. Right?

"He knew you wouldn't do it, told me so." he looked to her. "You really are leaving it to me, aren't you?" he spoke before she could reply. "Don't. I don't need to make that decision." in a movement too fast for her to catch she was pulled back against Emmett's chest. He kneeled behind her, hands sliding underneath her shirt to press to her lower back. His voice was low, soft. "You'd deny your very nature, wouldn't you? If I said it, you wouldn't."

"It's not as dramatic as you make it sound," she murmured, beginning to feel warm. Rowan was sitting up slowly, eyes glued to Emmett behind her.

He's magnificent.

"No, but it's still important." his hands moved higher, raising her shirt in the process as a hand moved slowly along her ribcage. The other moved around to press against her diaphragm. "I told you, it doesn't bother me. Didn't you think I was serious? I won't tell you no. I wouldn't deny you, like you wouldn't deny me . . . or your sisters." flashes of memories assaulted her, images of soft skin and firelight and moans. Her breath left her lungs in a rushed exhale.

Anala looked into Rowan's mind impulsively. Through his mind's eye Anala saw herself, sitting between Emmett's knees, looking dwarfed by his large frame. She watched as a large, pale hand moved upwards and cupped her breast. She watched a finger trail over her nipple, seeing it harden as Anala felt the very touch on her flesh, and her body shivered as she watched amber eyes lift to look directly in the other's eyes. He was looking at Rowan, she knew that, but Anala felt his stare directly. Almost like meeting a reflection in a mirror. For a moment she was convinced he knew she was seeing him through the blonde. Anala swallowed. Her belly was fluttering.

"But why?" she whispered distantly. He was so calm about it, contradicting her original worries.

His lips were right next to her ear. "I told you Angel. He's yours." his voice became more of a growl and his hand was boldly pressing between her thighs. His hand didn't move, Emmett simply held his hand there which felt extraordinarily intimate. "And you're mine."

Emmett was smirking, she could see it through Rowan, feel the attraction he held for the massive vampire. "Besides," Emmett's hands slid away, leaving her body recovering from the absence like shock. "I want him too."

Holy shit. I love that man.

"I can feel him." he whispered. "I can feel the force of the bond under my skin. I don't know what I'm supposed to do with it."

Anala took a breath. "I can show you."