“Mine too,” he admitted, guiding her onto his lap.
As their passions began to ignite into a wildfire, Anatoly could think of nowhere he would rather be than right here with Maggie in his arms. She freed his throbbing erection from his trousers, pulled her skirt up, and then she was sliding herself down on him.
Anatoly gripped her hips as she rode him, admiring the best view in the city. It wasn’t the northern lights, it wasn’t the snow-capped mountains, it was Maggie straddling his lap, her hair disheveled from his hands playing through the blond locks. Every word he had said was true. She was his better half and he was eager to spend his entire unlife with her.
Sure, he’d been freaked out at first and had felt that something was taken from them, but once he’d had the chance to wrap his mind around the change, he could see the silver lining. They would make the most out of this forced change and in the end that was all that mattered.
“I love you,” he groaned, on the verge of climax just watching how she moved along his shaft. Her cheeks were rosy with arousal, her eyes hooded as she too escalated toward orgasm.
“Right back at you, baby,” she panted, more from habit than exertion. “I never want to be without you, Anatoly…”
He glided a hand over her belly, between her breasts and to her cheek, cupping her face as he peered at her with all the love in his heart. “Nothing could ever take me from you, Maggie,” he vowed and captured her lips in a demanding, heated kiss.
They continued to make love, celebrating their engagement in their own way until both of them were satisfied and they sat cuddling in the recliner. Maggie had rested her head on Anatoly’s chest and draped her arm around his waist. She was nestled in the crook of his arm again, fitting against his side perfectly.
“What do you want to do tonight?” Maggie asked after several minutes of comfortable silence. “Vampire things? Mortal things?”
Anatoly chuckled, toying with a strand of her hair as he sat there with his eyes closed. He was basking in the moment, enjoying just being close to her. “I have meeting with Bishop Peter. However, I think you should join me.”
She leaned back so she could fix him with a surprised look. “Wait, what? Are you sure about that? I don’t want to intrude.”
“Is not intrusion if you are invited,” he pointed out. “I am giving him news of engagement and wish to ask him to officiate as favor. Please, come?”
“Well, when you put it like that…” Maggie said, nuzzling his beard lovingly. “Sure, I’ll come.”
Anatoly grinned, leaning over so he could place a small kiss on the end of her nose. “Good. Now might be bad time to mention I am running late.”
She laughed at that and started to get up from the chair, taking the reassurance of her touch with her. “Let me put myself back together and we can go.”
They started to get ready then, Maggie finding her shirt from where she’d carelessly tossed it earlier and Anatoly fixing his pants. A few minutes later, they were just heading to the door when someone knocked.
“Who could that be?” Maggie asked, crossing to answer it. She stood on tiptoe to peer into the peephole and then flashed Anatoly a confused look as she swung the door open. “Hello, can I help you?”
On the other side stood a woman of average height and build wearing what Anatoly could only describe as an expensive pencil skirt, pristine white blouse, and a tailored velvet jacket in navy that matched her skirt. Her sleek brown hair was fixed into a professional ponytail and she surveyed the pair with an icy gaze before holding her hand out to Maggie.
“Eliza Levine,” she introduced herself.
With a glance to Anatoly first, Maggie shook the offered hand, though her expression remained confused.
“May I come in?” Eliza asked a second later.
“I’m sorry, do you think we know you?” Maggie responded, her cop hackles going up at the stranger’s bold question.
Eliza let out a sigh. “You don’t know me, but we have business together. Business I would rather not discuss in the hallway.”
It took a second, but after another silent exchange with Anatoly, Maggie pulled open the door the rest of the way and swept her arm.
“You’ve got five minutes to convince me not to throw you out,” the former detective insisted once Eliza had strolled inside and the door been shut behind her.
The strange woman looked about the room for several seconds, taking in the scarce decor and aluminum on the windows. She remarked on nothing, but instead, when she turned back to them, she was smiling.
“I’ll start with congratulations then,” she finally said, folding her hands neatly in front of her waist. “You managed to bring a dangerous vampire to justice and caught a mortal copycat in the process. Impressive, truly.”
Confusion still hung the air and was echoed in the expression on Maggie’s face.
“We thank you for compliment, but we are not—” Anatoly started to say, but Eliza held up her hand.
“Allow me to more fully introduce myself. I am a hexen, but I am from a secret agency that has sworn to protect humanity and supernaturals alike. We are known as the Pact of the Rowan Guard or PRG for short. Our mission is to ensure peaceful relationships, police rogue elements, and maintain the secrecy of supernaturals. We want?—”
