Author's Note: I'm back! I know you think I probably forgot about you all and personally, I'm offended. I didn't. Between losing a lot of the story, work, school, and general adult responsibilities I got busy and frustrated (along with two and a half weeks of writers block). It was terrible. I didn't want to rush and post chapters I would hate afterwards. You guys deserve better than that and I would have ripped my hair out in anger. But now I finally get to give you these next chapters and will be posting regularly again.

Enjoy :)

For once, Emmett was walking. He had left home a few hours before dawn with Edward and Carlisle, going for a routine hunt now that he was off human blood (again), Carlisle liked to make sure to keep his cravings to a minimum. Early morning was an ideal time to feed. It was dark enough still that the nocturnal creatures were roaming about but early enough to feel the stillness of it. To feel like they were the last people left on their silent planet. Emmett also liked to watch the day arrive, to see the faint yellow rays of sunshine beaming through the trees before the clouds obscured the rising sun. Emmett stepped around a young tree, ears picking up distant birds and the gentle flutter of wings as they took flight. Power burned lowly beneath his skin. His demon was alert and sated from the thrill of a kill. It was something Emmett couldn't help but enjoy. The single-minded focus to stalk his prey, the sensation of his fangs sinking into flesh and feel hot blood fill his mouth, sating the bloodlust. It was unbelievably pleasurable . . . even if the prey wasn't quite right. He had returned home to clean up and had taken a page out of Anala's book, wandering towards her house as he meandered through the woods sedately. Emmett was in no hurry, though he was looking forward to pulling his sleeping mate against him and listen to her steady breaths. He even had a few ideas on how he would eventually wake her, his imagination creating several possibilities to choose from. The trees thinned out a bit as he got closer and he heard voices, a bit surprised. He hadn't expected Anala to be awake yet.

"Come on, you can't still be mad at me?"

There was no reply. Emmett stepped out of the trees.

"I'm not going to have her killed!"

Again there was silence.

"That isn't fair, someone gave her that blade and you know it."

Emmett made his way around the house and into the backyard. He jumped, easily climbing over the railing and onto the familiar balcony. The heavy drapes were pulled over one of the two doors and Emmett looked into the other curiously. Rowan was pacing across the dark carpet. He looked furious. Emmett was starting to like the sight of it on the other man. Fierce amethyst eyes were dark with agitation and Rowan's body was tense. Anala was standing in front of the raised bed, arms folded across her chest. It didn't seem she had been awake for very long. Her dark hair fell around her in mussed waves and curls that trailed down her body loosely; over her neck and a few tendrils slipping over her bare shoulder, the long mane stopping gently at her hips. Anala glared with defiance sparking hotly in her eyes, arms dropping. Her ample breasts pressed against the white cotton camisole she wore and Emmett could make out the dusky areolas beneath the thin material. the only thing covering her lower half was a maroon pair of lace underwear that gently folded around the full curves of her hips and ass, leaving her legs and feet bare to expose the trail of black markings that traveled beneath the fabric over her hip and thigh. Emmett respected Rowan's willpower. He wouldn't have been able to concentrate, let alone be angry in the same vicinity of her. She watched the man pace, shifting her weight on her feet. Lush green eyes tracked his movements.

"Ro—will you just—" Anala's patience seemed to run out, her frustration flaring in her eyes as she watched the other. She stepped forward, suddenly reaching out and pulling Rowan to a stop then pressed her lips to his. Emmett found himself pausing. Waiting. The other reached out to grab her as if meaning to push her away but instead they simply rested on her person, fingers against the exposed bit of skin between her underwear and the hem of her top. Anala pulled back slowly, touching his face. "Stop it."

They stared at each other, communicating in the silence. Rowan looked to be internally struggling, lilac eyes shifting as his jaw worked. His hands shifted on her hips. For a long moment the only sound was their heartbeats and soft breaths. Then finally, Rowan leaned in to kiss her once more. Their kiss deepened and Anala's hand slid to his neck, sighing softly. Emmett felt his lips lift. It probably seemed ridiculous, he on his mate's balcony, watching her kiss a man she had risen from the dead. Twice. But he was intrigued, and his body had no qualms about letting him know just how intrigued he was. It had brewed quietly for some time now and he had always felt it. Even now, Emmett could see the evidence of an old intimacy between them. Though he'd always known to leave it be. It wasn't up to him to direct how they would come to interact with each other, despite that Anala had originally thought so. When it came to it, it was all up to her. It had always been so. There was nothing holding her back anymore, not since she was able to understand herself as what and who she was and Emmett had no intention of stopping her. She hadn't needed to but his Mate had given it to him, freely and unhesitant left him the choice. He had loved her for it, but it was unnecessary. Emmett knew it had always been there, seen it himself, and had come to want it, them, but this was more than a glimpse or trace. There was no nervousness or uncertainty or confusion. It was simply Rowan and Anala. A Vayar and his creator. Even from where he stood on the balcony Emmett could sense the verve between them; restless, warm and enthralling. It was suddenly like being back in his bedroom with them, feeling the power under his skin stir in their presence.

They're ours.

His monster was right, and though Emmett had never really thought of it that way, it happened to be true. Rowan was hers yet she was Emmett's. Anala was his mate. She was everything, but his soul had been tied to the pale-haired man. He had felt the moment it happened, and if he concentrated enough, he could sense Rowan within himself despite when he was far away and touch the gentle tether with his own power. The vampire reached out and turned the door handle. He slipped inside, immediately taking in the room. Anala's scent filled the space, concentrated most on the bed. He inhaled, taking in her cryptic fragrance. Emmett's own scent blended heavily with her own along with Rowan's light scent. Lingering traces of Javan and Nolan hung in the air, the former a day old and the latter much more faded due to his recent absence. Beneath that were the smells of toothpaste from the bathroom, the sweet wax from an unlit candle on the dresser, paper and ink from the books on the shelves and herbs from the trunk on the other side of the room. The door shut behind Emmett with a soft click and two pairs of mesmerizing eyes turned on him. They stared at him as he took in the sight of them.

His lips quirked up slowly into a grin as he ran his eyes over the two. "Don't let me stop you."

Neither required anymore prompting and Emmett was happy to not need to give it. With the influx of energy the heat between them rose. Rowan drew Anala closer. His hand moved over her hip, her thigh. Hers ran over pale blonde hair, disheveling silky locks as their tongues brushed. Emmett listened as their hearts began to accelerate, quickening their breaths, forcing their blood to pump faster. Rowan groaned sharply. He pulled back, eyes flickering as he suddenly picked Anala up and tossed her onto the unmade bed. He was not far behind her however, his long frame moving over her stealthily. Frustration still shone in his back and shoulders but the scent of lust was heady, exciting Emmett as it fueled his own hunger. He had been waiting for this moment. Had always been curious to see it. He had thought and fantasized many times with many scenarios but the real thing couldn't compare. Emmett had become borderline obsessed. Rowan had a way about him. Emmett wanted to discover deeper because he was too curious to leave damn well alone. The striking man practically oozed sensuality, something the vampire was absolutely sure he'd picked up from his creator herself. Not only that, but Emmett had been very interested to see Anala. He had wondered to himself often; if the surreal effect she had on him extended to others, or if he was particularly helpless to it. He wondered if the heated glow in her eyes ensnared others just as wholly it did him. He wanted to see that power in action, see how she looked from a different perspective, to watch her draw her pleasure while simultaneously giving it in a seamless display. Emmett knew she was capable of it. she'd practically been made for it, naturally luring him in. he wondered if sex with her differed physically, if her passion always consumed her stimulated body in reaction to touch, if the gentle scrape of nails on his flesh was harder than he originally thought.

There was a stirring deep in Emmett's gut. His cock pulsed in anticipation.

Emmett had expected to be upset. Angry. jealous. But none of those emotions came to him. Granted, the other man had never evoked such emotions in him but Emmett still expected them. At least a little. Anala was his Mate. Instead he only encountered lust. The thought of some swine pawing at her did not sit well with his demon, too territorial and possessive to allow anyone to take Anala from him yet he felt perfectly alright with the thought of mutually sharing someone, to have the experience with her. Rowan especially. Emmett supposed it was the Layame in him, the insatiable urge to simply revel in the acts his desire fueled ingrained in his genes. That part of his genetic material drove more of his behaviors than he had originally thought. As he came into his own power he had learned to embrace the strange being that lay dormant deep within him, enjoyed it even.

Rowan's hands moved over Anala purposefully, lips making their way back to her own. She moaned, and her sooty lashes fluttered as the blonde's mouth traveled over her soft flesh. Rowan's fingers slowly moved over her sides and slipped beneath the hem of her underwear before pausing there. The sweet, concentrated smell of her arousal increased, making Emmett's mind fuzz at the edges in an all-too familiar way. The call was deafening, but he stayed rooted in place. Rowan looked up at Anala from where he had moved between her thighs, smirking as his hands suddenly wrenched, tearing away the fabric. Anala glared down at him, the same glower Emmett had been on the receiving end of countless of times for doing the exact same thing. Mauve eyes twinkled, amused. The blonde lowered and her cute, vexed growl melted into a breathless moan. Emmett didn't know what was hotter: the sight of Anala arching in pleasure or Rowan slowly running his tongue over her damp pussy. Anala's nipples had hardened to points that protruded softly from beneath the material of her thin camisole. The Vayar moved to press his lips against her thigh. She gasped. Anala raised to look down at him, eyes burning. Rowan lifted a bit as he ran his tongue over the skin, revealing the healing bite mark on her soft inner thigh. Rowan licked his blood-stained mouth, fangs peeking out from behind the pink flesh. Emmett hissed too quietly for them to hear as his own arousal climbed higher. Fucking gorgeous bastard. Anala pulled Rowan up and reversed their positions, straddling him. Rowan looked entranced, eyes never leaving her face. Emmett's own eyes traveled to her bare ass, seated on the other man's lap. She paused, then turned to look at him. Those jade depths were nearly glowing, filled with lust and heat and something not entirely describable. Her head tilted slightly.

"Are you just going to stand there?"

Intense lavender eyes looked him over hungrily.

"I haven't decided yet."

Most probably would think it was an easy decision but it really wasn't. Emmett was more than willing to join them on the bed and indulge in his desires. He could almost feel them, and he wanted it. But he needed to see, to witness. The idle images and stray fantasies were only that but this was a reality, a corporeal embodiment of his imagination. Emmett needed to see it unfold, even if it meant his own desires would be postponed. There was time and he intended to make the most of it. But damn it was a struggle. His eyes took in their forms and his enhanced senses picked up on the atmosphere. The heat. The natural odor of arousal saturating their scents.

Rowan sat up, wrapping his arms around Anala as their hips rocked together and they moaned. Small hands pulled at the material of the other man's shirt, practically tearing it off his pale torso. Rowan pressed his face into her throat and his lips traveled lower, lips catching a pert nipple through thin fabric. Anala's head fell back as a ragged breath escaped her and she moaned, her nails leaving thin red trails on his shoulders and arms that healed just as quickly as they appeared. Rowan groaned, pulling her closer. Anala leaned away, pushing him back onto the bed. She moved over him and off the bed, unzipping his black jeans and pulling off his boots in the process. Emmett had never been more grateful for his advanced mental capacities. He was a Vampire. His retention was perfect, able to recall every memory that would have faded to the average human after the passing of many years. Emmett would never forget this. He was incapable. It would always be this clear to him, as vivid and unfiltered as he now watched it. His advanced vision took in every movement, sending enticing images to his brain, causing his neurons to fizz and crackle erratically with the onslaught.

Rowan was always beautiful, and Emmett had been eager to see just how much. Rowan Cullen lay gloriously naked on the bed and the vampire ravenously took in every detail of him, down to the tiny mole on his side. Everything about Rowan was ethereal and celestial, all pale hair and creamy skin. His white-blonde locks were disheveled, slipping forward to fall into fascinating mauve pools and salmon pink lips were parted as he exhaled. Yet there was no denying the distinct masculine edge in his features: the determined slope of his brow, the hard line of his jaw, the broadened set of his shoulders and chest. Unlike the black of his and Anala's markings, rowans were a fleshy red, appearing like brands on his smooth skin. They scattered over his ribs and biceps and the nape of his neck, standing out against the light complexion. Rowan was all long, sleek limbs and lean frame but beneath his skin was solidly packed muscles that shifted fluidly, hinting to the ferocity that lay in that body. Fine, pale hair trailed lightly down his abdomen, leading to where his engorged cock stood from a smattering of blonde curls, only shades darker than his hair. It was longer than Emmett had pictured, which only made him happier to finally see him naked in person.

Javan was going to be pissed.