Blood. Adrenaline and fear are what he remembered of that night. Remembered how she tasted, how fast she ran from him. It was all so…exhilarating. What was even better was how she went on to deny it. Lying to herself that it even happened. Blocking out the image of his powerful towering over her and holding her down so that he could tear into her flesh. Marking her and making her his own. Sure, it was not the ideal means but Anton had to snag the opportunity when it came upon them. Luck must have surely been on their side when her car broke down.<br/><br/>Now, all he had to do was make her want him and then she would be his as he wished.<br/><br/>“Mr. McDermett?” the reception said his name so coyly he could not help but flash her one of his best smiles that instantly had the effect of making her squirm just a bit in her seat, much to his delight. “She is ready.”<br/><br/>“Thank you,” the two simple words rolled off his tongue like fine silk and again Anton noted the physical reaction it had on the poor girl. To the door that he was nodded to, Anton exited the first waiting area, only to be greeted by another receptionist who showed him to what could only be a small conference room. Most of the room was taken up by the table in the flanked on either end by small but comfortable looking couches. Obviously they wanted to give the appearance and feel of cozy, friendly and intimate without taking away from the business atmosphere. The jacket of the three piece suit he had just buttoned when he stood was undone so that he could sit and wait for Helena to arrive. Even her name sounded perfect to him. If all went according to plan she would be his by the end of the month and come the full moon they would mate, with her carrying the first of many of their children.