The gray daylight shone off their skin softly and reflected off their hair, glinting silver and white. Anala crawled over her Vayar and straddled him. Rowan pulled the camisole she wore up and over her head, causing her long hair to fall around her messily and drape around them. Again, Emmett had to appraise the contrast between them. Where Rowan was all golden hues and fascinating incandescence Anala was dark and inexplicably alluring. The long mane of her hair was the deepest of ebony, trailing down in waves and curls. Her skin was a soft brown that accentuated the paleness of Rowan's, and in turn his brought attention to the warmth of her own. While Rowan was almost too staggering to understand, Anala's naturally warm presence softened the intensity of the other man. Yet those devastatingly green eyes smoldered mysteriously, tempting anyone to dare risk losing themselves in them.

In one fluid motion the blonde was flipping Anala onto her back and shifting over her smoothly. His flushed cock glistened with clear precome before his hips were pushing forward and pressing into Anala's as he entered her. She purred lowly. The air suddenly felt thicker, tangible. Rowan groaned deeply, shuddering. Emmett knew what it was like; to feel that tight ring of muscle stretch around him, to feel the slick heat as he thrust deeply. He found himself taking a step forward, cock throbbing painfully as he stared unblinkingly, not wanting to miss a moment. His libido was raging at him and Emmett ignored it for the moment. Airy cries and moans filled Emmett's ears. Hands pulled closer and he watched and listened in bewilderment as their heartbeats synchronized impeccably, beating in tandem. This was nothing new to them, they had been together a long time, and Emmett recognized that energy they shared. But it was different this time. This was the first time they'd been together since . . . longer than Emmett knew. Anala had been taken away from that life, and her Vayar. Rowan unquestioningly began to search, along with Elias, wholly devoted to the ones who created them. Once Rowan had found her however, Anala did not know who she even was, let alone who he was. This was the first time since the war the man was able to truly connect with his creator and the evidence of such a powerful moment could be physically sensed in the atmosphere. Emmett realized now he had been vastly inadequate in his own imaginations of this. The real thing was much more beautiful, different, but still transfixed him and left a varying range of emotion and a newfound respect towards the blond and the relationship he shared with his Mate.

Rowan seemed utterly consumed, touching and kissing and pressing ever closer. Anala didn't stop him, moaning and pulling pink lips to her own as their hips rocked together. Faint, near-transparent energy moved between their bodies. It was hardly visible, Emmett only picking up on it because of his acute vision. He felt it more than he could see it but the subtle sight was amazing on its own. Anala pushed the blond up and looked over, lips parted as her breath escaped her in soft, quick pants. Penetrating eyes met Emmett's and he lost himself. Shades of green swirled hypnotically, vibrant and beautiful.

"Em, come join us."

Her voice was soft. Low and lustful and tempting. Rowan's mouth was traveling down her neck, across her collar, moving over the swells of her breasts. Emmett's eyes were momentarily sidetracked by the sight of his salmon lips touching soft brown flesh. Pale lavender eyes slid to his direction from under white-blonde hairs. Their eyes only met for a brief moment, but the intensity in the depths was more than enough to voice unspoken thoughts. Emmett approached the end of the bed. Anala's sultry stare followed him. Her hands slid lower to Rowan's ass, spreading pale globes teasingly to expose the rosy entrance. A naughty little smirk crossed her full lips.

Emmett was so hard he feared he might break through the zipper of his jeans. Anala was amazing. .

They shifted. Anala raised to kneel on the bed and then stood on it, smiling as she held out a hand. Emmett reached out. He stepped forward as she pulled him in and her warm naked body pressed against his as small hands guided his lips to press against a softer, fuller pair. Emmett growled lowly, her scent and his arousal stimulating his ever-present beast. He pulled his mate closer, tasting her lips and tongue. Anala pulled at his shirt but Emmett became momentarily diverted by her soft flesh under his fingers, her full breasts exposed to him. He leaned in to press his tongue to a stiff nipple and sucked it into his mouth. Anala shivered and whispered his name.

"Emmett."

As he pulled himself away to allow her to pull off his shirt, Emmett heard a body slide quietly to the floor from the raised bed. Anala kissed him again, pulling at his concentration, and hands were on his thighs, sliding upwards. Warm lips kissed his waist as nimble fingers opened his jeans and pulled out his pulsing erection. He looked down to meet blazing pools of lavender, intense and wicked. Rowan was shifting, smiling, lips parting as he leaned in. in the time that Emmett had known him, he realized Rowan never hesitated in anything he did. He was either sure, or simply refused. There was never an in-between and Emmett should've known it was no different now either. Rowan was Intent. His soft mouth was warm and wet, hand wrapping around Emmett's cock. now impossibly aroused, Emmett groaned and his hand hovered above pale hair for a moment, close enough to sense the air move as the beautiful body moved, feel the heat rise off the tissue from beneath the locks. The power he could sense in the air flooded through Emmett's being as his hand touched Rowan's head. It burst through him, pulsing through his palm and up his arm, radiating through his shoulder and into his body. Rowan shuddered and groaned deeply as he sucked and ran his tongue over the throbbing head. Rowan's hair was soft and silky, slipping through the vampire's fingers effortlessly. It didn't tangle or knot; instead it glided past his touch like water, unresisting to the disturbance. His hand tightened in his hair and Emmett pulled him up. Those eyes raised, that recurrent challenging twinkle shimmering in the depths and Emmett grinned viciously.

That silent, mockingly hot challenge.

Emmett was going to fuck it right out of him.

That look always made his inner monster want to give in to his darker urges; the ones that told him to take, to control. To dominate. No, his feelings towards the other were not as strong as his feelings towards Anala but they were not ignorable either (as if he wanted to ignore them). That challenge in Rowan's eyes had always been there and now, now Emmett was going to answer it.

Rowan was staring at his mouth, eyes glazed. They raised to meet his own and his body contracted as he took a breath then released it. His hand suddenly reached out to grasp Emmett's erection, sliding along the shaft, and over the throbbing head. His lips were warm and tasted like fresh rain and Emmett deepened the kiss, satisfaction filling him as the other's lips parted. Rowan was submitting to him purely on his own desires. A being as powerful and self-aware as Rowan Cullen could not be forced to do anything except by one person. Anala. Emmett received his submission solely because Rowan wished to give it. He backed away from the blonde a bit, needing to get a hold on his bearings.

Almost, he told his demon. He guided Rowan back to the bed. To Anala.

They fell onto the bed, sensually wrapping around each other like serpents and moaned. The air rippled gently. Emmett stood naked for a moment, taking in the scene before he turned and walked out of the room. After a short search through Nolan's room Emmett retrieved the bottle of lubricant and returned to Anala's bedroom. They were right where he'd left them, entangled on the bed. They seemed oblivious, too focused on each other and the pleasure they were creating together as their limbs wrapped around each other. Emmett moved to the bed silently and pressed a hand to Rowan's pale back. The other exhaled deeply as his lips parted from Anala's. The vampire admired the other male as he spilled some of the clear liquid on his fingers he tilted his head as he watched Rowan. Admittedly, Emmett had always been particular about the men he had sex with. He'd always been drawn to those who wouldn't simper and whine, that hovered around him with the general expectations that came with the conquest of being chosen. He wanted to enjoy it, and know they did it only because they wanted, for no other reason than to feel and connect physically. It was never overstated or inflated, just accepted purely for what it was. Not to mention this man looked too good to ever pass up.

Emmett pressed his fingers against the rosy entrance and smiled as the flesh gave softly as he applied pressure. He laid a hand on Rowan's lower back, slowly moving along his spine. Emmett was mindful to not hurt him, but knew he didn't have to be careful, didn't have to be sure to be gentle. Rowan was not breakable like most humans, hell he couldn't die unless Anala allowed it or was dead herself, and Emmett wasn't that patient to begin with. He knelt on the soft bed behind the blonde and guided his hips back.

Rowan was hot and tight, pulling him deeper. Emmett growled, gripping the back of his neck and pulled him up. Rowan shuddered, muscles clenching as he groaned. "I told you I'd have this ass."

Rowan chuckled softly, body heat rising as he pressed back against his cock. "That you did."

Emmett pushed completely into him, feeling his loins ache. He shifted the angle and the other groaned roughly. "Shit," Rowan breathed. Even profanity looked good on the man. The silky strands of his hair brushed Emmett's fingers, encouraging him to take hold of them. "Fuck, Em."

Emmett didn't waste any time, holding the warm, lean frame against his front as he thrust deeply. He released his hair and moved around to take a pink nipple between his fingers. "You know, you're hot when you curse."

Rowan was lifting Anala's hips, pulling her closer. Anala gasped, grabbing his forearm tightly. Emmett nipped his shoulder as he watched the Vayar fill his mate once more, moaning at the sudden shock of warmth that traveled through him. This was way better than he'd originally imagined. The energy alone was stimulating enough but the sight, the sensation of flesh and the sound of heartbeats and moans and quickening breaths fueled by rising lust; even Emmett's imagination wouldn't have been able to fabricate it. He deepened his thrusts, forcing Rowan deeper into Anala in turn. He had the power to control their pleasure: the depth, the pace; all of it. Emmett kissed along Rowan's throat, following his pulsing jugular. His blood roared dully from beneath the skin

"How does it feel Ro, having her as I fuck your tight ass?"

A blonde head fell back against Emmett's shoulder. "Transcendent," he panted softly. "Just like I knew it'd be."

He admired Rowan's stamina. Emmett knew what it was like to feel Anala's body, to feel that tight ring of muscle stretch around him and feel her pulse and squeeze around him so tight the orgasm was practically milked out of him. To add to the stimuli, Rowan pushed Emmett deeper within his own body on every back thrust. He wouldn't have been able to last. Emmett ran his tongue over Rowan's pulse as his eyes strayed to his Mate. Anala was . . . riveting. Her body was flushed, her full lips parted as her moans filled the air. The long obsidian mane of her hair splayed around her and deep jade eyes were half-lidded, vibrant and hazed with lust. She was watching them, her eyes expressing much more than a verbal response could tell. He watched her, familiarized with every inch of her. The pulse at her throat was rapid just above the graceful lines of her throat and clavicles. Dusky nipples were hard points on full breasts and the intricate design on her flesh served as a message: that she was his. A companion piece to the mark he bore on his own chest. Emmett had memorized every line and curve of that mark, traced his fingers over it countless of times. Beneath the warm, caramel skin a ribcage shifted as the lungs they sheltered expanded with Anala's every breath. Emmett watched the capillaries in her cheeks burst, turning them a deep pink as she became aware of his intent scrutiny. He reached a hand out to touch Anala's calf. He moved upwards, along the soft skin of her leg and thigh then pressed his palm against her pelvis before he began to gently caress her flushed clitoris with his thumb. Anala arched beautifully as her free hand landed over his own, small fingers gripping his wrist tight enough to turn the bottom of her fingers white.

"Em," she breathed. Rowan groaned as his hand traveled up her stomach and ribcage to cover her breast. Dark lashes fluttered before her eyes shifted over, meeting the other man's gaze.

Rowan's body heat was rising, tremors moving through his thighs and back. Emmett's cock throbbed and he growled next to the blonde man's ear. All of their bodies moved in tandem, the powerful energy within them blending between their bodies until they entangled and jumbled. Rowan's body fell forward, a sheen of sweat gleaming over his back. His hands were on either side of Anala, holding himself above her. They kissed and Anala tore away as she cried out, hands grabbing onto rowan's back and shoulder, nails digging into the pale skin.

She's close. Emmett knew almost on instinct. The signs were all there. The desperation that had fused to her moans, the transition from want to need that made her body take over, the delicate change in her scent that made it somehow stronger and almost unbearably succulent. Emmett lessened his thrusts and watched as Rowan moved, too far gone to do anything else but want. He pushed back onto Emmett's erection before thrusting forward into Anala. His pink lips were parted against her skin, tongue moving to lick her breast. Emmett felt Anala arching on the bed and her moan echoed through the room as she was pushed to orgasm. Rowan's rhythm changed, became uneven. Emmett grinned widely. He finally got to see the beautiful cock-tease lose his composure and he had to say, it was worth the wait. He took the other by the hips and buried deep. Emmett himself was right on the cusp, teetering dangerously but he wanted to wait, just a little longer. He moved a hand over the other's side. Rowan's body shuddered deeply and his hoarse shout was muffled against Anala's flesh. Rowan's body tensed and his inner muscled clenched tightly. A groan rumbled through Emmett's chest and escaped him in a rushed, almost breathless moan as his balls drew up and his cock throbbed deeply and the pressure in his spine and pelvis spiked then released with the force of his own climax.

Once Emmett slowly pulled himself out of Rowan and straightened, Rowan rolled off Anala with a moan, lying next to her on his back. Emmett stared down at them, both flushed and panting. He reached out his hands, touching them. He took in the differences, admired them as he felt the contrast in their bodies. He touched the same areas but they were different; Rowan long and angular, Anala soft and shapely. Where one had packed muscle and lean lines the other had softer tissue over the physique, curves instead of edges. Anala hummed softy and reached up to guide his hand to her chest. Right over his mark. Her eyes met his own, soft and glowing with love. Emmett couldn't help but smile.

She looked to her Vayar, grinning cheekily.

"So," she asked him. "Still mad at me?"