Hanna stepped back again but she felt her body pull, she wanted to be back in his arms.

She could see the sparkle in his eyes as he took a step toward her. She turned and ran from the house as quickly as she could. He was instantly behind her as she ran out the front door. She gasped and jumped in the car. She started it as fast as she could and drove away. She remembered Aleks once saying that they couldn’t flash into moving objects.

In the car, tears formed in her eyes. She drove away without looking back, she knew he watched her leave from the front door.

She drove to Marcus's house. She needed to free of at least one of them. She couldn’t make Sam not want her without the cure and if she was truly honest with herself she didn’t want to. She wanted him the most out of them all. Even though she knew nothing about him.

Andy was a different story though. She needed to make the list of men who loved her smaller. She was a monster and Andy was never going to be safe around her. He would never understand why other men were attracted to her so fanatically.

Henry greeted her with his usual smile. She looked down at the charm bracelet she held in her hand wanting to throw it across the yard. Maybe the bloody thing was broken.

She stormed into the house, "Marcus." She called out.

"Came back for more did you?"

She growled at him, "You need to help me. I need to free Andy from my evil clutches."

He walked from the shadows in the huge hallway, "You want your list of suitors smaller? How can I help? I might even be able to help with Aleks. Henry owes him a death. I bet if you asked he would do it."

"Not even funny, Aleks had the potion. Use your mind tricks on Andy. I gave him the potion and he's still attracted to me. You can convince him he barely knows me and wasn’t very fond of me. I will end up hurting him. Tell him something. Maybe that I was a spoiled rotten bitch. I don’t know. I disgust him. Something." She was on the verge of tears again but the struggle was the only thing stopping her from ripping her clothes off.

As he got closer she felt the shiver strike her body, "Oh my Hanna. You seem to be blossoming."

She gave him her best you disgust me look while trying not to stare at his crotch, "Just do it."

He nodded, "Your wish is my command."

He was gone instantly. She knew he couldn’t fly but she wondered how he moved so quickly.

She ran from his house.

****

Back at her house she locked the doors and windows and poured herself a glass of wine and a hot bath. She ignored Roland completely, or rather he ignored her. She'd messed up Christmas completely by getting mixed up in the Roses nonsense.

The hot water only made the ache in her stomach worse. Images of sex and Marcus filled her mind. She shook it off downing the glass of wine and pouring another.

She opened the book becoming fascinated from the first words.

'Sirens are never to be trusted.' She nodded along with the opening line, "No kidding."

She became absorbed in the details. Her powers started to make sense to her. Marcus turning her on without releasing her was like pulling the pin on a grenade. She had reeked of sex all day. Strangers trying to kiss her and Sam. She thought about him again. The book started to slip in her fingers as she imagined Sam.

Her thighs tightened, as her breathing grew intense. She couldn’t think about anything except wonder what he looked like without clothes, what his hands felt like on her, what he tasted like?

She sat up feeling a fever crash over her skin. She ached everywhere. She got out of the bath and put on her lest sexy pajamas.

She paced still reading the book in front of her fire. The fire made her images of Sam's naked body with flickering firelight dancing across the floor. She sighed.

"Why do I have a terrible the feeling you're not thinking about me?"

She spun seeing Marcus standing in her doorway.

"How did you get in here?"

He laughed, "Hanna. Locked doors and windows will never keep me from what is mine."

She whimpered, "Marcus I can't do this right now. I don’t want to play games. Some thing is horribly wrong with me."

He chuckled walking toward her.

She backed away, her body tried to push her forward but she fought it.

His arms encompassed her, his eyes burned down on her, "You are mine Hanna."

She nodded staring into his dark blue eyes.

His lips met hers. They stroked her lips too softly, she wanted the fire to burn her aching skin. She wanted his fangs to bite down. She wanted things she couldn’t say aloud for fear of humiliation and rejection.

"What do you want my love?"

"You." She moaned into his ears.

He kissed her neck, "Someone has been kissing you Hanna." He stepped back.

The distance between them felt like miles.

"You got me very, uhm, into it the other night. It makes me a walking sex bomb."

He laughed, "What?"

She pointed to the book on the table beside her fireplace, "That book explains everything."

He looked at it, "Well maybe we should read it together."

She lunged at him, "Later." Her voice scared her. A wave of heat filled her. Her mind was shut down as her body took over.

She continued to push him until his legs hit her mattress collapsing him on her bed.

He chuckled as she ripped the pants from his body in one swipe.

She didn’t know how she'd done it, but the fear in his eyes was worth destroying jeans that had hugged his ass perfectly.

She bent dragging her lips across his body, down his torso.

Suddenly he was gone, she fell forward on the bed.

She felt his warmth behind her. Her pajamas were gone, she couldn’t recall the moment they were removed. His hands pushed her into the mattress, as his legs spread hers with a soft kick.

"You want me to show you what you do to me?"

She whimpered, unable to form words. He pressed himself against her. He entered her but withdrew instantly, "How badly do you want this Hanna?"

She pressed her bottom at him unable to speak.

His hands rubbed her back. She tried to stand up, but he pushed against her and shoved her face back on the bed. His hand went up into her hair, he pulled on it as he pushed himself all the way in.

Her skin lit on fire as a single shiver rocked her entire body. His right hand pulled her hair while his left hand held her down on the bed and he thrust wildly.

She screamed in ecstasy as her body convulsed. Suddenly as if he sensed she needed it, he slowed his rhythm and released her hair. His face brushed along her back where he left little kisses, as he rubbed and massaged her. His thrusts were long and slow. She moaned into the bed, her mind was numb.

He grabbed her hips pulling her back as he began thrusting harder again.

His hands made their way to her chest. He began massaging her breasts. He pulled her hard and fast as he squeezed her.

She felt him flexing and throbbing inside of her, as he filled the room with loud moans and grunts. His body collapsed completely as he finished.

He lay atop her breathing heavily, "Hanna if I ever die I have no doubt it will be in your embrace."

She wanted to laugh but her body felt drained. The heat and the energy were gone.

Chapter Forty-Three: Vikings don’t have faults, they have clubs

Aleksander

"I need your help."

He looked up to see Aimee in the hallway.

He frowned, "What's wrong?" He would help her, he knew he would. He would still walk across a mile of broken glass for her.

"My sister. I need to save her."

"Do you know where she is?"

Aimee shook her head, "I don’t know. She's so stupid. She could be anywhere. Giselle doesn’t know either. I've looked all over Boston but I can't find her."

"What can we do to find her? Where was she last seen?"

"I don’t have any of those answers Aleks. I would be there already obviously."

He tried not to be offended by her tone, he knew she was worried.

She sighed, "I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be a mega bitch. I'm just so mad. How did I not see this happening?"

Aleks laughed, "How could you? Blake is the last person I would ever imagine siding with them. Ever."

"I know it. Chess club, mathaletes, science major, me as a best fried. How could he have gone so wrong?"

He stood up from his chair and walked to her, "Maybe you were more important in his life than you realized. Maybe he hasn’t dealt with the loss of you."

She glared, "This is not my fault." Her face dropped, "Oh who am I kidding, it is my fault. I went to his house and freaked him out."

Aleks laughed rubbing her arm, touching her was hard for him, "Aimee I never meant it was your fault. I meant that HE hasn’t coped with the loss of you as a friend. You're way to smart to blame yourself for this."

She nodded, "No you're right."

"What have you got so far?"

She shrugged, "Nothing. I moved my dad again, which FYI he isn’t liking. I told him no calls to or from Alise. He's not impressed with me right now. I took his cell and gave him one of ours. Shane is staying with him. Shane had to take vacation time until we have this figured out."

She started to pace the room, "I don’t even know if it's Blake. I need to see that Marcus guy and confirm it."

"I can help there." He sighed not liking the idea of Marcus and Aimee in a room together.

Aimee nodded, "Can we go now?"

"Sure. Just let me message Hanna and see where they are?"

"They?"

"Marcus is with Hanna."

"Like with, with?" She seemed upset.

He nodded, "Yeah why?"

"Sam said something happened between them. I just thought. Never mind." She was upset for Sam, he could see it.

"Aimee she can't help what she is any more than you can. This has been going on for her for a couple months. She doesn’t understand how to keep it under wraps. She's trying."