"This situation seems dodgy to me." Killian observed, looking over the file. "These attacks seem too well planned. Too calculated. The residents, as well as the staff, were never in the house during an attack."

Emma agreed with her partner.

"The beast destroys the door getting inside the home. Overturns and breaks several pieces of furniture. But is careful opening up cabinets?" She looked at Killian. "When we've had to force our way into places, you've never needed to splinter the entryway door. It's like this beast is going out of its way to prove its wild and violent."

Sensing there was more to this case than simply a werewolf on a rampage, the two thought it wise to go undercover.

By blending in and mingling with the types of people who were targeted, they hoped to discover the truth about the thefts.

But first, they needed to visit a friend who would fit them out with reinforced armor.

Love Bites

"I think you'll like this." August, the second finest craftsman in the city, held up a sleeve made up of copper and leather. "It will fit over your arm when you're in your wolf form. This will give you an advantage over any opponent."

The leathers would do well to protect Killian from an attack.

Sliding it on, Killian shifted, getting a feel of the fit.

"You look incredibly sexy." Emma purred, running her hands over his leathers and chest. "You should wear these at home. We can break them in."

"Not just yet, you two." August said with a laugh. "We need to make a few more adjustments for the fittings to be perfect. The last thing we want is your armor slipping off during a fight."

While Killian dealt with his armor, Emma looked around the shop

"Is the werewolf your lover?" Geppetto, August's father, and the one who taught the second best craftsman everything he knew, asked.

"He is my mate. My husband. My partner in all of the ways that matter."

"He will be eternally devoted to you. If you should ever take another lover, he would likely go insane, and become savage. He exists solely for you, now. If you grow tired of him, it would be better to kill him, than break his heart. I would advise caution."

"I'm not foolish enough to ruin my own happiness. I know what I have. And I know I would never find anything better. Anyone who tries to come between my beloved and I should be the one to take caution."

"No one will take you from me." Killian growled, coming up behind Emma and wrapping her in his arms. "I have lost too much. I won't lose you." He buried his face into her hair, deeply inhaling her scent, seeking comfort.

She lifted her hand and stroked the side of his face. Turning her head toward him, she looked at him in adoration. "My beloved beast. We will destroy whomever is foolish enough to try to come between us."

They paid the craftsmen for the items, then said their goodbyes. Eager to return home.

Love Bites

Emma sighed happily as she laid naked on the bed. Her lover, in his wolf form, hovered above her with blatant hunger in his eyes.

She widened her legs and stretched out her form, placing her hands above her head, allowing her lover full access to her body.

He licked a long stripe up her body. Starting between her legs and moving over her stomach and breasts.

"Oh Killian," she moaned, "I love your tongue."

That seemed to encourage him to continue licking her.

She loved getting him riled up, so that he would pounce on her and ravage her.

She also loved it when he would take his time and worship her body with his eyes, hands, and tongue.

Emma discovered that the werewolf's libido increased with the approach of the full moon. Though there was never a night where Killian didn't want her, he always needed her the week before and the week after a full moon. In the days surrounding the slimmest moon phases, he was not as desperate to have her and Emma was able to play with and tease him for much longer.

There were times he would not be able to control himself. His desire for her would cloud his judgment, making everything disappear save for the urge to press himself to Emma.

She had to laugh at times when she would be doing something as simple as taking a dust rag to a high reaching shelf. Just as she had stretched out her body, Killian would be right behind her, rubbing his prominent organ against her ass.

"Emma" He would groan. Panting heavily as he tore their clothes from their bodies.

Sometimes he would simply wrap his arms around her and hold her to him as he thrust into her. Other times he would carry her somewhere, so he could have more leverage.

Emma was certain that if she hadn't been a vampire, she would have horrendous bruises all over her body from her werewolf lover.

She could honestly say she had never been happier in all of her existence. Every moment was filled with joy, and immense pleasure.

Well,,,almost.

The one thorn in her side was her ex, and sire, Neal.

They had only known each other a few months when he had turned her.

She had not consented to being turned. He had done it without her permission or informing her.

His motive? He had wanted to keep her young and beautiful forever.

He had assumed that she would stay with him. He had believed that she would be dependent on him.

He had been severely mistaken.

As a human, Emma had always been independent and resourceful. Being turned into a vampire did not change that.

It had not taken her long to figure out everything she needed to.

She had encountered another female vampire who had helped her adjust to her new existence.

Emma was in a junkyard, destroying everything as a way of stress relief.

The two had gotten to talking, and soon Emma had obtained a job dealing with nuisance to society.

Neal hadn't liked it. Had repeatedly demanded that she quit, and return to him. That she owed him for the eternal life he had given her.

She had repeatedly told him that she wanted nothing to do with him. That she owed him nothing, except for a great deal of pain if he continued to bother her.

Neal had been especially livid when he discovered that she had been partnered up with a werewolf.

He had stormed into Nemo's office, demanding that he fire Emma.

"As Emma's sire, I have authority over her." He stood as straight as possible to make himself appear taller.

He was still much shorter than the water demon.

"You have no power or authority over anyone. Even if I thought there was merit to your concern, I certainly wouldn't dismiss the lady without reason. Sires only have influence over their progeny if the progeny has feelings for their sire. The laws of the vampires, and of the supernatural council make it clear; if Emma doesn't want you in her life, then you won't be in it."

Neal was forced to leave. Obviously seething with anger.

He regretted turning Emma.

The strength of the mind, will, and spirit often lended to a vampire's powers.

So though Emma was younger than Neal, she was stronger, faster, and more agile.

To put it simply, she was a more powerful vampire.

If he had kept her human, he would have had the advantage.

But he had feared her losing her beauty.

And now he had lost her.

But he vowed that he would find a way to make Emma obedient to him.

And kill her werewolf lover.

He often said so right in front of them both.

Usually right before he ran away.

He was no match for Killian or Emma separately. Facing them together would be certain death for him.

They didn't see Neal as a threat. But they also didn't put it past him to find something that he could use to gain an advantage.