To learn more about unusual break ins and thefts, Emma and Killian attended a long anticipated play. They were certain that the wealthy and the elite would make up most of the audience. And they would also be a source of a lot of gossip.

"You look good enough to eat." Killian growled, pulling Emma to him and nuzzling her neck.

Her red dress was tight at the bodice. The corset pushed up her breasts, giving any onlooker a lovely view. The red and black lace choker around her neck added a little something that had Killian practically salivating over his lover.

Emma arched her body, opening more of herself for Killian's attention.

"Lucky for both of us, I chose a flowing skirt. It will be easy to maneuver."

The powers of speed and perception that came with being a vampire worked in Emma's favor.

Neither she nor Killian were able to keep their hands off of one another on the carriage ride to the theater.

It was only through her supernatural abilities that Emma was able to fix their clothing before the valet opened their carriage door.

But as they entered the grand hall, Killian's mood soured.

Emma followed his eye line and noticed a woman, slightly shorter than Emma, with light brown hair, and a haughty air of wealth and privilege about her.

"Aurora." Killian explained. "She and I were engaged. Her family liked the idea of having an officer of the Royal Navy as a family member. Liam said it would be good for us to become part of an aristocratic family. Aurora said that she found me attractive and knew we would have beautiful babies. But after I was attacked, she called our engagement off.

I was laying in the hospital when a nurse handed me a letter. In it, she said that she feared I was disfigured. That she couldn't stomach seeing me in a hospital bed, all wrapped in bandages. And she couldn't marry a man with scars all over his body."

Emma remembered Killian telling her that he and his brother were out patrolling when they were both viciously attacked by what he later discovered to be a werewolf. Liam Jones had been killed instantly. His throat had been slashed open, causing him to bleed out.

Killian would have died from his injuries eventually, had he not become infected by the beast.

Emma knew that Killian had worshiped his brother.

It made what Aurora did all the more heartless.

And it seemed it hadn't taken her long to move on, if the man whose arm she was on was any indication.

"Let's go over and say hello." Emma suggested. An idea for the perfect revenge formed in her mind.

Aurora's face revealed plainly how shocked she was that her former fiance was far from disfigured.

The shock was soon replaced with envy, when she realized Killian had essentially married a woman far wealthier than her and her new fiance's families, combined.

"How did you enjoy the play?" Philip asked, oblivious to his fiance's irritation.

"It was wonderful. I'm so glad Killian recommended seeing it."

"You weren't the one who suggested attending?" Aurora asked.

Emma had a sense that she believed women were the ones who decided on the social events.

"I trust my beloved's judgment."

Aurora, thinking she found a way to embarrass her former betrothed, interjected.

"After that injury you sustained, making it impossible for you to work, it must be nice to have all of that time to do research on social events while you live off of your wife's fortune."

"Didn't you know?" Emma asked, loudly, faking her surprise. "Killian fully healed from his injuries. He is as fit and healthy as he ever was. His skill and expertise gained from the royal navy is essential to our business."

"And what is it that the two of you do?" Philip asked, genuinely curious and interested in the couple.

"The short answer is we are private investigators." Killian explained. "We are often hired to look into things the main authorities would not be able to."

"Sounds exciting. I would love to hear some stories, sometime. Perhaps the two of you can join us for dinner tomorrow night?"

Aurora looked as if she were about to choke. Emma could sense that she was trying to think quickly on how to prevent them from entering her home.

"We would love to." Emma spoke before the brat could interject.. "Killian can tell you all about how he took down five goons at once, while I was questioning their boss."

The dinner would be useful two fold.

One, Killian and Emma could find out what the humans knew about the attacks.

Two, they could rub it in Aurora's face how greatly she messed up in letting Killian go.

Philip gave directions to his and Aurora's home and when to arrive for dinner.

Then the two couples said their goodbyes and parted ways.

Knowing that Aurora was watching and listening, Emma cupped Killian's groin and whispered, "I can't wait to get you home. My pussy feels so empty without your cock inside it."

WIth her acute hearing, she picked up Aurora's gasp. Obviously shocked and scandalized at Emma's bold and wanton behavior.

A proper noble woman was never to use such language. A lady of class and refinement never threw herself at a man. Not even her husband.

Honestly, Killian being turned into a werewolf was the best thing to happen to him. His sex life would have been so boring if he had married the spoiled brat.

Once they were in their carriage and the door was shut, Emma crawled into Killian's lap.

The way she began to grind on his throbbing member made all thoughts of the past vanish from his mind.

"I don't want to wait till we get home." She moaned. "I want to feel you all over my body, now."

If the two weren't so lost in one another, they would have seen Aurora peaking through the window of hers and her husband's carriage and into theirs.

And then they would have seen her expression of shock, disgust, and envy that marred her pretty face.

The carriage ride back to their home was just as passionate as their ride to the theater.

But the arrival to their destination meant it was Emma's turn to slip into a fowl mood.

Beal was standing in front of the house, blocking their entryway at their gate.

Emma knew that Killian's instinct would always be to protect her and their home. He was possessive of her. Of their bond. And he would destroy anything that was a threat to it.

So she had no real concern at her former sire being there. It was just a great annoyance. It meant that her playtime with her werewolf would be delayed.

A glance at Killian, and Emma could see he was as unhappy about this situation as she was.

Killian didn't like the male vampire's smug demeanor. He wanted to tear into his chest cavity and rip out his heart. He wanted to dig his claws into the vampire's skin and tear it from his body.

That would be the best way of removing his smug grin.

It was obvious that Neal needed to be shown how foolish he was being.

Emma decided to give her former sire the opportunity to learn his lesson the hard way.

"If you want to talk, Neal, then we'll allow you to talk. I have to make a call to Nemo. Killian, my darling, will you keep an I on him while I do it."

The three entered the house. Emma continued toward the study to update Nemo on the case.

Being alone with Killian, Neal thought it was the best time to demand the werewolf leave Emma alone.

"Do you really think she's happy with you? Dog breath. I'm the best thing that has happened to her. She will only be satisfied with her own kind. The sooner the two of you realize that, the better everyone will be."

Killian's eyes glowed a hypnotic blue. His menacing growl shook Neal to his core.

"I've allowed you to say your piece. Now I'm going to say mine. I'm in this for the long hall, mate. Emma is the best thing to happen to me. You are the worst thing to happen to her. The sooner you get that through your head, the better. I will fight for Emma with my dying breath."

Emma returned. She noticed the two men glaring at one another. Killian's face was full of fury. Neal's face contained more nervous energy.

"Why is your crotch wet?" She asked in puzzled disgust.

Killian snorted, smelling the rancid stench at the same time she did. Revealing the truth.

Neal had pissed himself in fear.

"I could never be yours." Emma sneered at Neal. "You are a sniveling coward. My Killian does everything to fill my life with pleasure. You only fill it with disgust."

Neal, choosing to pretend that he hadn't just soiled himself, pleaded with Emma to speak with him alone.

"I want nothing to do with you, Neal." Emma hissed.

"We were good, once, we can be again."

"We were never good. You're delusional if you think we were in love. Even you can't possibly believe your lies."

He grabbed a hold of her arm. "Emma, please just listen to me."

"Let go of me."

Within seconds, Killian transformed, turning from his human state into full beast form.

Neal screamed and tried to escape, but it was too late. Even a vampire could not get away from an enraged werewolf.

"You shouldn't have touched me, Neal." Emma said calmly, knowing both men could hear her. "My lover is quite jealous and possessive."

With his powerful jaws, Killian tore open Neal's throat while a massive paw ripped his rib cage from him, exposing his insides. The other paw raked at his back, exposing and breaking his spine.

Being a vampire, Neal was able to survive, but he was left in terrible agony.

With her sharp senses, Emma saw that Neal's body was slowly healing itself.

For the time being, there was nothing he could do but lay on the ground and wait for the power to get back up again.

His view until then would be pure torture, for him.

For Emma, it would be sweet ecstasy.

Killian was not done proving that Emma was his. He turned to her with a roar, ripping her gown from her.

He licked a long stripe up her body, starting deep between her legs.

She wrapped one hand around his neck, and used the other hand to brace herself on the table. Her eyes fluttered close at the pleasure Killian created with the working of his large tongue over her body.

When she was dripping, her beast aligned himself and speared her on his massive cock.

From the corner of her eye, she could see Neal's shock and amazement, and felt a smug satisfaction knowing he was comparing himself, and falling short.

Emma didn't hold back her moans and cries of pleasure as Killian thrust wildly into her.

She would let the whole world know how good it felt to be ravaged by her beast.

He erupted into her, marking her with the scent of his seed.

Now calmed, Killian shifted from his wolf form to human once again.

Neal was still helpless, so Emma saw it as an opportunity to show him what he will never have.

She dropped to her knees before Killian, taking his softened member in her mouth and stimulating it to firmness once again.

she cradled him, squeezing ever so gently, and soon had him moaning his enjoyment.

He tried to pull her up, but she wouldn't allow it. She sucked harder on his member, taking it deep in her throat. His legs began to tremble from the intensity of her focus.

The noises she made were deafening to Neal's ears. Every slurp, every lick, seemed to echo around the room.

She was even moaning! As if she were enjoying it as much as the beast above her.

Even after Killian howled his release, Emma remained with her mouth around his organ, until every last drop of his essence had been consumed.

Then she stood up. Her eyes filled with love and her smile full of mischief.

"Delicious." She purred. "Always my favorite treat."

Their eyes turned to Neal, who was just starting to get the strength to get up.

"I should kill him. How dare he even think about touching you." Killian growled.

Emma cradled his face and smiled warmly at her lover. Though her words were far more sinister. "Control yourself, my beloved. I enjoy watching you tear Neal apart. Torturing him is far more satisfying than killing him outright. Letting him live is especially cruel, when he knows of what you and I are to one another."

Killian grabbed Neal by the throat. His claws punctured the skin, causing the vampire's own blood to drip from his neck.

"If you have any self preservation, I suggest you find another place to dwell. Preferably one that is far away from here." Emma sneered. "Or else my werewolf lover and I will make your existence a living nightmare."