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10.3 Marcus
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Three years earlier, Marcus had been in a very different state of mind and a very different set of circumstances than he was now. At the time he had been fresh off his last official job with the Warrens, he had been bloodied and bruised from a particularly intense skirmish between several anti-shifter groups, and the loss of his handler had left him beyond shell-shocked. Damien had tried to cheer him up, to get him to the Warren’s in-house medic, but Marcus had only shrugged him off and wandered out into the night.
Disoriented and disconnected from the world around him, he hadrifted through the city streets, following the siren call of alcohol and the promise of greasy meat. His steps had led him to a seedy bar; a dimly lit establishment where the air was thick with the scent of spilled liquor and the raucous laughter of inebriated patrons. Marcus had paid little attention to his surroundings, guided only by an instinctive need to find relief in the bottom of as man
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Startled, the woman had turned around to see who had stopped her, honey-brown eyes widening as she took in the man who had pursued her. Realizing exactly what he had done, Marcus instantly felt like a creep and pulled back his hand to his side. In the dim light, he could see the uncertainty in her gaze, a mixture of surprise and wariness set in a concerningly youthful face framed by a mass of gorgeous brown curls. Beneath the chalky makeup, the scent of honey and wildflowers hit him like a freight train, and the shifter inhaled it down into his lungs like he would suffocate without it. She was beautiful, even more so up close, and as much as he regretted frightening her Marcus also found himself momentarily breathless in her presence. "Uh, I...I just wanted to say," he began, his words stumbling over each other as he struggled to find the right ones. "That you have an incredible voice. I mean, you were…very good up there. I liked it." ‘I liked it?’ M
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The car hummed steadily along the winding road, having long leaving behind the hustle and bustle of the city. Vivienne stirred from her nap, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the dimming light outside. She glanced around, momentarily disoriented by the change in scenery and the bumping of the road beneath the car wheels before the realization settled in that they must have been on the road for hours. The woman stretched her arms above her head, yawned and rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off the heavy weight of fatigue that clung to her limbs. "How long have I been asleep?" Vivienne asked, her voice still laced with drowsiness. Marcus glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, meeting her gaze with a curt nod. "A couple of hours," he replied, his tone calm and reassuring. "Traffic’s been light so we've made some good progress on the road." Covering her mouth to hide another yawn, Vivienne settled back into her seat and returned her gaze to the partly open win
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Marcus parked the car and turned off the engine, and Vivienne wasted no time in pushing open her door. Her sandals, not meant for anything more strenuous than a walk down a neighbourhood avenue, sank into the soft grass but she didn’t care. The wind whipped her hair in all directions as she took a moment to absorb the beauty of their new surroundings. Past the farmhouse, behind the two-story building, fertile meadows met the forest's edge, creating a tranquil and picturesque scene that felt like a world apart from where she had just come from. "Wow," Vivienne whispered, her gaze fixed on the farmhouse and its surroundings. "It's...it's amazing! Like something out of a fairytale!" Carrying her luggage bag over one shoulder, Marcus glanced at her with a faint smile, appreciating her awe. "I thought you might like it," he said, his voice carrying a touch of pride. “Still,” Vivienne couldn't help but voice her surprise as she carefully manipulated her sandals across the grass before eve
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The mating cry of a particularly aggressive pigeon cooing from the trees woke Marcus up, stirring him from his slumber with the far more gentle early morning light that streamed in through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the walls and floor of the bedroom. Alertness came swiftly, without the intermediate sensation of grogginess that would usually accompany the interlude between consciousness and unconsciousness, but he was still surprised that he had slept so deeply. The ceiling above his head was the same plain wooden panels of his own room, and yet for a moment he was disoriented, unable to parse the reason why he felt as though there was something different about his surroundings. Then, as he shifted on the makeshift bed on the floor beside Vivienne's, the events of the previous night came back to him. Vivienne was still asleep, her breathing steady and calm. He had offered to sleep in her room, not because he was worried about her safety in his ow
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In the kitchen, the man grimaced at the nearly empty fridge and cupboards. It had been a while since he’d been home, and he didn’t keep a lot of non-perishables on hand even when he was around. Still, they had brought a few things from the city, and he managed to find a few other essentials to start their day. Soon the scent of fresh coffee filled the room as it percolated in the machine, and while it brewed, he began preparing a simple breakfast of fried bacon and eggs, filling the space with the sizzling song of hot oil and meat. “Mmph. Marcus?” The sound of footsteps on wooden floors was followed by Vivienne’s head peaking around the corner of the kitchen door. She had come downstairs, likely drawn by the aroma of breakfast, though she looked a little surprised to see him in the kitchen. The expression was quickly overtaken by a warm, heavy-lidded smile. "Good morning, Marcus," she greeted, her voice still drowsy and laden with sleep as she leaned a curved
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“You-!” Vivienne let out a strangled noise and then marched ahead, muttering under her breath about how he was so much nicer yesterday while Marcus easily kept pace without breaking a sweat. He was a little surprised at himself as well to be honest. Obviously being home, away from the watching eyes of the city and the Blackmoon pack, was relaxing but it seemed that tenseness had caused him to unconsciously put up walls between him and Vivienne. There was a twinge in his chest, and Marcus called out roughly, "Do you dislike it?" "Hm?" Vivienne stopped walking and turned to look him over quizzically. Then she shook her head, sending curly tresses tumbling over one shoulder and back again. "Well, it's not like you're a completely different person. I like you just fine." To Marcus's surprise and amusement, as soon as the words were out of her mouth, Vivienne suddenly whipped back around and resumed her speedwalking, keeping her back to him so that he wouldn't see
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For a moment, both remained still, caught in the net of unspoken yet burning want. Vivienne's fingers clutched at Marcus's shirt, painted nails digging into the fabric as her breath came faster, while Marcus hesitated, his gaze flickering between her parted lips and her eyes. The woman’s breath caught in her throat as Marcus's intense hazel eyes bore into her. She could feel her heart pounding like a drum, her eyes fluttering shut in anticipation as one of his hands slowly made its way up her thigh – his rough hands gently squeezing the back of her smooth thighs, bare and exposed by her denim shorts – while his other hand gently cupped her cheek. The chemistry between the two of them built in intensity as Marcus slowly caressed the side of her face with featherlight fingers. Such a gentle and innocent touch contrasting hard with the direction of his other hand, and yet it was that which made Vivienne’s legs feel like they were about to buckle under the weight of the man’s ma
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Red hot annoyance simmered beneath the surface of Marcus's face as he practically dragged Vivienne away from Damien. Luckily she was quite adept at noticing his moods, and simply followed along meekly, not putting up a fight as he led her across the room. Her high hels clicked against the marble floor, before becoming muffled by the soft carpet that covered the exit corridors. As they crossed the border, Marcus's grip shifted, pressing the hard edges of her bracelet into her skin. Vivienne hissed, more out of surprise than actual pain. Marcus, who had all this while been too wrapped up in his thoughts, suddenly halted at the sound. He turned around and looked her over with concern. "Are you okay? Did that bastard-" "I'm fine," she stopped him, and then turned her arm over to show the pale pink imprint left behind by the clear stones. Marcus could tell that they weren't real diamonds, they didn't have the same lustre or the aura of blood that always stuck to precious gems mined in f
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The grand ballroom of the Red Moon Hotel unfurled before Marcus and Vivienne like a magnetic dream. The air was infused with the heady aroma of flowers, and the soft strains of music enveloped them as they stepped into the heart of the masquerade. The room glittered with the glow of chandeliers, the marble floors catching the streams of light and tossing them back into the air like teardrops. Couples in elaborate masks twirled on the dance floor, creating a scene straight out of a fairytale. Marcus, dressed in his impeccable black suit, kept a protective arm around Vivienne as they entered the enchanting space. Her scarlet gown swirled with each step, and the mask she wore added an air of mystery to her allure. As they surveyed the festivities, Vivienne felt the fingers around her waist tighten with an almost palpable sense of possessiveness, and she bit back a smile. There was her protector, determined to keep her safe in this sea of unknown faces. However, their idyllic entrance w
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The tension that lingered from the previous night seemed to dissipate further as they shared a light-hearted moment, connected by the discovery of unexpected common ground. Vivienne continued flipping through the pages of the tattered romance novel, her eyebrows raised in mock skepticism. "You know, if I were the main character of this story, I would have made a run for it the first night. Kidnapped or not." Marcus chuckled, leaning against the bookshelf. "Oh, trust me, the love interest would have easily caught you, bunny. He’s a shifter too. We’re much faster than humans." “Is that so?” She shot him a haughty glare. "Well, I'd like to think I have a few tricks up my sleeve. Like poison." The look Marcus levelled her with was equal parts amused and disbelieving. "You think an adult shifter wouldn’t be able to smell their food being poisoned?” “Who said anything about food?” Vivienne replied coyly, covering the bottom half of her face with the book an
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Vivienne awoke the next morning with a headache, hair stuck to the corner of her mouth, and the uncomfortable sensation that she had done something shameful last night.It didn’t take long for the memories to crash upon her like a tidal wave, bringing with it the taste of Marcus’s tongue in her mouth, the feel of his hands wrapping around her thighs to manhandle her like she was little more than a doll. The weight of his body trapping her against the car-seat, their panting breaths fogging up the window and making it abundantly clear was had been happening inside.The way he had held her, crushed her in his embrace, it wasn’t anything she had expected from the stoic, professional veneer Marcus wore. Last night he had been the one to cross the lines, to tear off the mask to reveal a yawning chasm if insatiable hunger. If that car hadn’t driven past, he definitely would have…A whine escaped Vivienne’s lips as she clapped her h
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The tension had escalated until Marcus, unable to bear the strain any longer, made a decision that surprised even himself. In a sudden, sharp motion, he jerked the car to a halt on the side of the deserted road. The black tires screeched against the asphalt, and the vehicle shuddered to a stop. Vivienne's eyes, still glowing with rage, went wide. Her body, briefly airborne and cradled safely by the seatbelts, came down hard on the leather cushions. There was no time for her to recover as she was immediately pressed back against the car door with Marcus looming over her. The abrupt stop had caught her off guard, and now her pulse raced with a mixture of fear and defiance that he could smell rising off her skin. Mingled with the scent of his clothes and the racing of her pulse, it was an intoxicating combination. “Marcus?” The man towered over her with his broad muscular chest. He stares down at you sternly with his deep brown eyes, his solid arms stretched acr
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The car cruised along the main road, the engine providing a low humming backdrop to the song of bullfrogs and crickets singing in the trees. Marcus allowed himself to enjoy the moment of calm as mentally he counted down the seconds until Vivienne – figuratively chewing on the meeting and pathologically unable to contain her curiosity for an extended period of time – unleashed a storm of questions. To the man’s surprise, she lasted a good five seconds longer than he had expected. The car actually made it a few yards from the edge of the forest before the interrogation began. "Alright, ‘fess up,” the woman twistedaround in her seat to pin him with a scowl, dark eyes searching his face for any hint of evasiveness. “What the hell was all that? How do you know the Warrens and the Apollyon Organization? And who is Amy?" The barrage came quick and fast, hitting like stones being flung from from a well-trained trained sling. Marcus puffed out a sigh, glancin
