This is another one where the smut will be edited out. Go check out Immortal Moon S if you want to read the unabridged version.

Blueeyeddevil06, Thank you for being my beta!

Nephrite arrived at the dojo early and tried to psych himself up before he went in. He had ignored Zoisite's bazaar idea that he go to Ami and ask for a pep talk. He was regretting that now. He was feeling in need of a pep talk—even one from a tiny, blue-haired vampire woman. He had no idea at the time that she had encouraged Jadeite to go after Rei and how well it had worked. He just knew he used a damn coaster in his own house for the first time because of her.

He actually rolled his eyes when Zoisite warned him that Makoto was a vampire. His reply was, "no shit. I can't sense them, but I figured she was from the moment I met her. She fits the 'type.'"

"She's not tiny like the other girls," was the reply.

"No, but she's smoking hot, and she gives off this vibe of power."

He shook his head to clear it and took a deep breath, then walked in the door. He mentioned who he was there to spar with, and the guy at the desk laughed and said, "good luck. She's made more than one guy cry."

He snorted and said, "I'm man enough not to mind a hot woman kicking my ass."

"It's not your ass that you should worry about her kicking, man. One guy had to have 'one' surgically restored."

On that note, he walked away as pale as he could be. He had planned on using the sparing time to hit on her, but now he realized she might strongly and painfully object to that.

He walked into the room he was directed to, and he saw Makoto. He groaned out loud but kept his thoughts to himself. She was so freaking hot in the sports bra and yoga pants she was wearing. He was instantly hard and aching for her.

She stretched and said, "I got us a private room. We can go full force as a vampire and a werewolf, and they won't know." He tried to reign in his raging desire and his thoughts of how he'd like to go full force with her in a completely different way. Instead, he said, "ready when you are."

He quickly found out how wrong that statement was when his head hit the wall and then his body, and he collapsed to the ground. The wall had been ten feet behind him. He hadn't even seen her move.

She sighed and said, "apparently, I didn't hold back enough."

"That was holding back?!" he yelled from the ground. He then made his way back to his feet, wondering what the hell he was going to be able to do to counter someone like her.

Makoto frowned. "It was. I just assumed…Usagi is so much stronger and…" He could tell she was lost in self-doubt, which broke his heart.

He walked over to her and dared to caress her cheek. "Makoto, you're not alone. I don't know your story, but your eyes look haunted. Also, she doesn't strike me as a fool who surrounds herself with weak people. You're strong, or she wouldn't let you be part of this."

"How do you know?"

Nephrite said, "don't you? You must see it too. She's not a someone who would risk a friend without a lot of power."

He then added, "I've heard the stories about her. She's actually the closest thing werewolves have to the boogie man. I pictured her to look very different than she does. It probably helps, though. We don't see her coming.

"The first time I've heard of her working with any other vampire is now. She has powerful friends, but she still works on her own. But now, there is something she's not saying yet, but for her to work with you, there has to be an important reason. You must be essential to the plan."

Makoto cast her eyes to the floor. "She said I am, and it's all her story to tell. I know I am, but my heart hasn't caught up. I struggle to believe I matter."

He walked over to her and tipped her head up to look at him with his pointer finger. "I think you know a bit about what this means, but while I can't sense much about the supernatural, I can absolutely sense this. The moment my eyes met yours, I knew you were my mate. You matter irrevocably to me. Before, I wanted to get away from Diamond for others. Now I want to get away so I can be a better man for you." He then leaned down and kissed her chastely on her lips.

Makoto blinked up at him in shock, and then she kissed him passionately. She was tugging his hair and giving him wild open-mouth kisses.

Then suddenly, she shoved him hard away from her, breaking the kiss. Nephrite looked at her in confusion. "You kissed me that time. Why…?" His question died out when he saw tears in her eyes.

"I can't," she said brokenly. "I just can't do this."

He growled, "you enjoyed kissing me. I felt it. You can do this." He wanted to go back to holding her in his arms and kissing her.

"No!" She looked into his eyes. "What do I do when you walk away from me?"

"What the fuck are you talking about? What makes you think I could ever walk away from you? You're my mate!"

"Experience. My life! Everyone leaves me, especially him."

He gently took her wrist in his hand and pulled her a half step towards him. He then whispered, "whoever he is, is a moron. I hate that he hurt you, but even more, I'm relieved. If he hadn't, if he stayed with the most amazing woman I know, I wouldn't be able to do this." He then pulled her, spun her around, and pressed her against the wall, boxing her in with his hard muscled body. In her ear he whispered, "I would never be dumb enough to walk away from you." He then kissed her passionately, deepening the kiss and plundering her mouth.

He pulled back when he felt her tears. He was confused; he knew she could shove him away easily. She was stronger than him. "What is it?"

"I'm still scared."

"What happened?" he coaxed.

She sniffled and said, "I-I was dating this guy, and I fell in love. All hearts and the air smell sweeter, and you hear the birds singing." She scoffed, "gag me." She cast her eyes to the floor and said, "I hadn't…I never had sex; it turns out he knew that, and I was to be a trophy. He had bet his friends he could bed me."

She shifted and leaned her forehead on his shoulder. "I was pissed. And then I was dumb. I wanted to show him that I wasn't…I wouldn't be his trophy. So I went to this club on my own. Duuuumb. I met a good-looking man, and he compelled my obedience. He was a vampire. I did everything and absolutely anything he wanted willingly. Well, not by any choice of my own. For a month, I was his sex toy. He never forced my body; he did my will. Then he turned me, and the compulsion snapped. I think he fooled himself into believing that I really wanted him. He took me to bed once when I had my own mind, and I was genuinely willing. When he was sated and distracted, I staked him through his heart and drank his blood, taking my power back in the bed he had used to take mine."

Nephrite said, "dang, that story has two sick bastards and the strongest woman I could have heard of. You're amazing. You killed the bastard and saved yourself. You're no damsel in distress."

He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "you're so powerful it drives me wild, and I want you so badly. But, take your time and come to me on your own terms. Just don't be surprised if I'm constantly hard around you. I couldn't imagine a more bad-ass woman—it's so fucking hot."

She looked at him like he was nuts. "I just told you how I killed my rapist after letting him have sex with me."

"It has Mata Hari vibes. All cloak and dagger and then the killing." His hand went to her ass and squeezed. "I love the killing part."

She rubbed her core up against him and moaned. "You're hard as a rock right now."

He chuckled seductively. "I was the moment I walked in and saw what you were wearing." He rubbed his cock against her. "As you can tell, I'm a big fan of this tight outfit. Your body is spectacular."

She bit her lip, and he groaned. Makoto then said, "I thought we were supposed to be sparing." She grinned big, enjoying teasing him.

"There isn't a way to counter you. You knocked me across the room." He then pushed her tighter against the wall and brought his face down to hers. "There are other ways we could spar." Next, his mouth was on hers. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and kissed her passionately. She kissed him back, and their tongues were dueling, fighting for dominance. He wasn't sure who was winning, but he knew he didn't care.

Both his hands went to her ass, and he picked her up, clutching at the globes of her butt and holding on tight enough he'd leave bruises on a mortal woman. She responded by wrapping her legs around him. Neither of them broke their combative kiss. They were still trying to devour each other.

He rocked his cock against her core steadily. He ached to be inside of her and her amazing body. He felt like lightning was zinging through his veins. He was struck by the desire to rip off her pants and fuck her immediately. His body screamed at him to rut into her and claim her as his mate.

This time he was the one to rip apart from her. He set her down, spun, walked across the room, then faced her. "Shit, do I need to get control of myself!" He raked his fingers through his hair and tugged. He then started pacing. "I'm not into forcing women–ever. But hot fuck do I want to stuff my cock in your sexy body and rut into you until I spill my seed in you." He paused and looked at her questioningly. "What's wrong with me?" he asked, begging her for help with his eyes.

"Not a damn thing," Makoto replied and stripped off her sports bra.

"Wha-?" He looked at her with his eyes shot wide.

She stripped off her yoga pants and panties, throwing them aside. "Found out I have a kink today."

He worked his shirt off in one motion and raised an eyebrow at her. "I would love to know what it is." He then pulled off the rest of his clothes.

"Impressive," she said. Looking at his cock.

Makoto said, "it turns out I like it when you talk about how much you want to have sex with me. It makes me feel irresistible."

"I'm going to mark you." He then walked over to her and pulled her body to his. He whispered in her ear, "mine. And you will always know it."

He stepped back and said, "parameters?"

"I'm liking the idea you already had for me."

"It won't mess with you for me to possess you? I wouldn't want to bring up bad memories."

"There was never the trauma of being forced. When it happened, he made it so I enjoyed myself. I don't think I'm explaining it right."

He shrugged. "I'm trying to understand. As long as I'm not going to hurt you emotionally, it's good." He then looked her in the eyes, "how rough am I allowed to be?"

"I think we've seen I can take you. I can handle you at full force." He groaned at her words.

He cocked an eyebrow, "here?"

"You wanted to spar. Show me your talent with your sword," she sassed.

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