Into the Storm (Vampires of Velum Mortis Book 2)
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His fingers slid up into my hair, and he gripped it lightly, pulling me in the other direction as he switched sides. There, he focused at my shoulder, kissing and suckling. The first had been for his pleasure, seeking out my pulse and excitement, but it was my turn now and he made sure I knew it.
He teased a little here and there, causing me to push closer to him as if that would make him follow any pace but his own. I could hear the grin in his growl as my desperation grew.
"Stellan... carry me to bed?"
He pulled back, the wide grin now visible. "Thought you'd never ask. I know what it takes to get you good and proper desperate by now, Syd."
I laughed as I pulled back and gave a light, playful slap at his chest. "You're terrible., Redwood."
He leaned down and scooped me up effortlessly. I buried my head at the crook of his neck and wrapped my legs around him, greedily taking in every bit of him I could in that moment. I'd have a whole lot more, soon. My hips slowly rocked against him, already throbbing and soaked from the attention at my neck.
The next moment, I found myself being lowered onto the bed. Hardly any time seemed to have passed, and I supposed I must have just gotten lost in the feeling of being so close, though it was possible he had used his speed to get us there quickly. I couldn’t say for sure one way or the other.
Stellan stripped off my pants and panties both, surprisingly hurried in his motions, as if he couldn't wait to get at me. When he urged me further up toward the pillows, it became immediately apparent why. He didn't bother with teasing.
I found my legs pressed apart and nearly up to my chest, leaving me completely exposed. After a few almost customary kisses at the thighs he loved so much, he dove for my clit with shocking hunger. I realized that my scent must have been driving him nuts, the same way his left me panting and switched on almost without fail.
He'd mentioned offhandedly that my scent had changed over the course of the pregnancy, and by the time I'd delivered, he couldn't get enough. The change must have been permanent, because the way his eyes rolled just before drifting closed looked all-too-familiar.
Hardly able to move under the sudden rush of pleasure, I brought my hands up to pull my shirt and bra off, trembling and fumbling with the latter.
His eyes shot open and immediately settled on my breasts. I thought he couldn't possibly love them any more than he did on our first liaison, but as they had changed with the pregnancy I found out how wrong I was. During our intimate times, he spent ages lavishing them with attention, remarking on how wonderfully heavy they'd become, or how much he loved the look of them, how impossible it was to keep from cradling and squeezing them at every opportunity, regardless of circumstance. It seemed every change that came along with bearing his child drove him absolutely wild, from my breasts to the shift of my hips.
With a single deep inhalation, he pulled away and hurriedly positioned himself between my legs. He put them down carefully as his hips pressed to mine and he set to working my breasts over. I could feel the hardness of his cock against me, my body quietly protesting at the fact that he wasn't pressing into me.
He cupped each breast in turn, squeezing firmly at the pale flesh before leaning down to suckle at my nipples hungrily. They were sensitive enough to have me pushing my chest up toward his attentions the moment they began, the familiar feeling of my hammering heartbeat sending a trembling sort of warmth through my body.
No matter how much he stimulated and overwhelmed me, my core demanded more. It wouldn't be satisfied until his length was buried deep inside, pumping me full. A thrill ran through me at the thought, and I reflexively brought my legs up and around his hips before realizing that, in his eagerness to get at me, he'd neglected to undress in the slightest.
Stellan pulled back from my breast, one hand cupping and squeezing each from the underside, looking me over as he straightened up.
I let my legs descend back to the bed, looking up at him, my pleading need probably all over my features. I parted my lips to speak, to let him know how badly I needed him, but before I could begin he reluctantly released my breasts and moved to stand.
Once he had, he stripped down quickly. Again, almost customary, he stood to give me the eyeful he knew I wanted. He was as beautiful as ever, figure lovingly chiseled from white Roman marble. His thick manhood stood out and up prominently, seemingly hewn from the same stone if not for the deep flush at the tip.
A beckoning look was all it took to have him wrapped up in my legs once more, the head of that gorgeous cock sliding along my slick pussy. I slowly rocked in time with his motions, getting a little closer to having him pierce me every time I slid up toward the tip.
Stellan’s enrapturing, hypnotizing gaze drew me in, and I called out his name once—softly, without a thought—the moment before he pressed his huge length forward and into me.
I kept the moan as quiet as I could, but as he pressed deeper, each thrust drawing closer to my deepest core, they rose to a near-screamed crescendo. These were only muffled by the eager, hungry kiss he pressed to my lips.
Time seemed to melt away as I wrapped my arms around him, joined in every possible way, our bodies and minds pulsing and sparking in beautiful synchronicity. His pleasure rose as mine did, and soon his strokes became almost frenzied, tiny sparks of electricity snapping over our flesh with every thrust. I couldn’t do much but surrender to the bliss then, my hips abruptly stopping their motions so as not to interrupt the otherworldly pleasure he was giving me.
When he slammed forward and remained, his jaw tight and back arching, my body reacted on pure instinct to match him. The feeling of his cock pulsing inside me, filling me so completely, and knowing what that meant was too much for me to handle.
My hands shot down from his back to grip tightly at the sheets, twisting them in my grasp for a fleeting moment before the climax.
The world still pulled in, intensely dark relative to the blinding sensation of a mind-shattering orgasm, but I wasn’t alone anymore. He was right there with me, our forms drifting as one in the loving singularity we’d created.
Epilogue
The time had finally come to ensure Sydney would be spending the rest of eternity with me. Our lives had changed drastically since that first meeting in Club Dead, but I wasn’t sure I’d change an ounce of it knowing where we would end up.
We’d outgrown my tiny house, one that had been picked out when I was content with being alone for the foreseeable future, but there were five of us now. Sydney, Kane, Julian, Kallie, and myself.
I’d gone to work alongside my king again as his trusted body guard, though he didn’t really need it. It’d been nearly three years since I’d stopped taking the suppressing agent with no damaging consequences and a full return of all my strengths and abilities, though I still had not fed freely from an open vein or artery. That was something I hadn’t been willing to test. I’d continued to feed on allotted reserves, which was much easier to do now that my family resided in the west wing of the castle.
“I would be honored to take her blood,” Liam said. Of all the other vampires in the world, he was one of only a few I trusted to bite Sydney, though it still didn’t make me eager to watch.
“Thank you,” I said. “I just wish I could do it myself.”
“You can,” Sydney said. “I know you won’t hurt me. You’ve smelled my blood countless times over the years. You’ve been there every time I’ve given birth, You’ve been there every time I’ve accidently cut myself. And not one time did you give into your urges. I know you can do the same now.”
“She’s right,” Liam said. “You won’t hurt her, and if you look like you might lose control, I’ll be here to step in. I won’t allow any harm to come to either of you.”
I knew what he meant. If I did go overboard and hurt Sydney, I might as well be dead from the pain it would cause me. He didn’t want that for either of us.
“Are you sure I can do this?” I asked, searching her eyes for any hint of fea
r or untrustworthiness, but I found none.
“I know you can,” she said.
“I don’t want the children in here in case I lose control.”
“I agree,” she said. “I’ve already explained to them what’s happening. They’re playing with Delia now in the king’s quarters. It’ll be good practice for her,” she said, smiling at Liam. He returned the sentiment and nodded. After eight years together, the king and queen had finally gotten pregnant. The queen was due to give birth in a few short weeks.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
She nodded and sat down on a chaise lounge that sat near the window of our bedroom. It was plush and royal purple, like most of the décor in the castle.
Taking her hand, I gently brushed my lips against it. I didn’t trust myself to feed from her, but especially didn’t trust myself to feed at her neck. Instead, I’d chosen her wrist. It’d be easier for Liam to knock me away if necessary.
Gums aching, my canines grew into sharp points as my mouth watered at the thought of what it would be like to finally taste her blood. I placed a gentle kiss upon the broken-heart tattoo on her wrist, like I often did, to remind her that as long as we were together, I would do everything I could to keep her whole.
Without any further hesitation, I sunk my teeth deep into her flesh. If I’d waited a second longer, I knew I never would have been able to go through with it.
The first drops flooded into my mouth, hitting my tongue and sliding down my throat with the sweetest sensation, like the juiciest, ripest peach that ever existed. An unexpected growl ripped through me as her blood warmed my body. I sucked harder and harder, the sound of her heart beating like a drum in my ears. Gripping her arm, I held her in place.
Her other hand dragged through my hair, soothing the beast that wanted to claw its way out and take every last drop of her blood and more. I drifted into a dark void where nothing else existed but her blood and the intoxicating way it affected my body.
Her heartbeat waned, as she quietly said my name, pulling me close to the surface. I didn’t want to stop, but a voice echoed in my mind that I’d kill her if I didn’t. I’d lose my mate and leave my children motherless. Another growl rumbled from deep within my chest as a hand settled on my shoulder.
“That’s enough,” Liam commanded, his grip tightening.
Disengaging my fangs, I hesitated a moment, debating on going back for more, but the sight of her nearly lifeless body yanked me out of it. Tearing open my wrist, I propped her head up and let my blood drip into her mouth before pressing her lips to my flesh. A moment later, the faintest swipe of her tongue told me she was still there, that I hadn’t gone too far. She sucked eagerly as my blood strengthened her.
I glanced at Liam who nodded once as a reassurance that I hadn’t lost control and that she would be fine. He left us alone a second later.
Pulling my wrist away, I waited for her to awaken.
It didn’t take long. Only a few minutes. The moment her eyes found mine, she sat up and placed her arms around my neck, pulling me in tight.
“I knew you could do it,” she whispered.
The door to our bedroom flung open just as she let go of me and our children ran into the room.
Kane carried a glass filled nearly to the top with blood. He would be fully grown soon, but the childlike love he carried for his mother was one that could never be diminished. Julian followed behind holding a picture of our family he had painted for his mother. He was one of the sweetest children I’d ever known, but was fiercely protective of his family when necessary. And behind him was my sweet daughter, Kallie. She had nothing for her mother but hugs and kisses, but that alone was enough. She was only a few months old now and only beginning to walk and speak on her own, but she was one of the most precious things I’d ever had the pleasure of experiencing.
I gathered them all into my arms, eager to watch them grow, happy that I’d have my mate by my side for all eternity, and proud of the family Syd and I had created.
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About the Author
Stephanie Summers has written several books including The Willow Creek Vampires Series, The Bludworth Chronicles, and The Take Me Duet under the pen name Scarlett Alexander, with several more books in the works. She's a wife, and a mom to two kids, two dogs, and one cat. When she isn't busy running Casa de Summers, you can usually find her in her pajamas working on her next book.
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