A Touch of Moonlight

by Davenport, Fiona

  Twisting around, I lowered the zipper at my side to loosen the skirt, frantic to get my dress off me so Liam and I could explore each other’s bodies. As soon as the fabric started to slide down my legs, he pushed me onto my back and tugged it all the way down. His gaze raked up and down my body, his eyes gleaming with desire as they lingered on my chest before zeroing in on the white lace covering my pussy. “Your panties are already drenched. Need a taste before I sink inside your tight pussy the first time.”

  His nostrils flared as he settled himself between my thighs, throwing my legs over his shoulders before he ripped my panties off my body. My hips jerked off the mattress when he dove right in, his lips latching onto my clit and quickly driving me close to the edge. Then his tongue slid lower to dip between my folds, and I gripped the back of his head and whimpered, “I was so close. Please, I need more.”

  “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll give you exactly what you need,” he mumbled against my pussy as he licked and sucked at me while starting to work a finger inside my channel. My inner walls clamped down hard around his digit when he finally gave me what I’d asked for, sending me over the edge as he sucked my clit into his mouth.

  He ate me through my orgasm and sent me right back up again for another, only this time he extended his fangs and plunged them into my flesh, sucking my blood and sending me soaring even higher while I screamed his name. As I collapsed against the mattress, he stripped my bra off and went up on his knees. After shoving his boxer briefs down, he pressed his body against mine, settling between my spread legs with the tip of his hard length nudging my core. “I’ve spent more than five hundred years roaming this world, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you in the throes of an orgasm that I’ve given you.”

  Wrapping my legs around his waist, I urged, “Take me now and show me the same beauty, Liam.”

  He lowered his head to capture one of my puckered nipples in his mouth, sucking it deep at the exact same moment his hips surged forward. With one brutal thrust, he filled me completely. I didn’t have time to worry about the pain of losing my virginity, so my body hadn’t tensed up. I wasn’t sure if that was why it didn’t hurt as much as I’d been expecting, but I was grateful. As he held himself anchored deep inside me, I gave my hips a little experimental wiggle. “Feels good.”

  “Thank fuck,” he groaned, gliding out of me before slamming back in. “Not sure how long I can hold out. Your pussy is so fucking tight.”

  My nails dug into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood, but that only seemed to send him closer to the edge. Picking up the pace, he hammered in and out of me like a man possessed as his mouth toyed with my breasts. I felt each tug of his lips deep in my core, and the sensation combined with the shuttling of his cock in and out of me sent me spiraling out of control in no time at all. “Liam! I—oh—so good. Yes! Oh, yes!”

  “That’s right, darling. Give yourself up to the pleasure. Come for me.”

  I flew apart at his command, my cries of completion echoing off the walls as he bellowed my name. Burying his face in the crook of my neck, he sank his fangs into my artery and sent me flying even higher. Then he anchored himself deep, and I felt the hot jets of his come filling my pussy to overflowing. “Fuck yeah, Amaia. That’s it. Milk every last drop from my body, darling. Yes! Fuck!”

  Liam had been right. Nothing was more beautiful than seeing my man come—and I was a lucky, lucky woman because it was a sight I would get to see for the rest of eternity.

  4

  Liam

  It was twilight when I opened my eyes to the soft glow of our bedroom. I looked down at my darling consort and wondered if the glow might be coming from inside me. As cliché as it sounded, I’d never felt such happiness or contentment.

  A tiny bit of guilt trickled into my veins when I thought about the years I’d assumed my mate died. If I hadn’t been such a stubborn asshole and listened to my family, I might have found Amaia years ago. Especially since she mentioned attending Bancroft events—oh, shit, I mentally groaned. I was going to have to thank those bastards, wasn’t I?

  Amaia shifted in my arms, and my body stirred. I was tempted to wake her with my mouth between her legs—I already knew this was going to be my favorite breakfast—but I’d kept her up a good portion of the day. She’d also been a virgin, and I told myself to let her pussy rest before I broke it in a little more.

  I sighed and snuggled Amaia closer to me, ready to fall back to sleep when a thought occurred to me. Well, fuck. It was Christmas Day. There was no way in hell I was going to let our first Christmas together simply pass us by. We would remember the day we found each other every year for eternity. I wanted the memory to be a spectacular one, and there was no better excuse for that than Christmas.

  A glance at the clock to check the time was useless because nothing was open on Christmas Day. Then again, I was used to getting around the standard hours that most businesses kept. Daywalkers got their name because the sun didn’t turn us to ash like other vampires. But that didn’t mean we couldn’t get a bitch of a sunburn on our very pale skin. Plus, with light eyes made for seeing in the dark, daytime was just too bright. So, our lives were mostly nocturnal.

  Judging by the darkening of the room, the sun was almost below the horizon, which meant I didn’t have a lot of time. I’d worn Amaia out, but if she’d been living with Marshall and Everleigh and adapted to their schedules, it was likely Amaia wouldn’t stay asleep for too much longer.

  Gingerly, taking every care not to wake her, I reluctantly slid out of her arms and climbed out of bed. Then I quickly showered and threw on a pair of festive red pajama bottoms that I conjured up since I usually slept nude.

  As I made my way down to the kitchen, I checked in with my mom to see if she was awake. She immediately answered my mental nudge. Liam, sweetheart. What are you doing awake? Are you going to spend Christmas night with us?

  Not this year. But I promise to be there from now on until I have little ones of my own. Then you’ll have to come to us.

  Unsurprisingly, my mother remained silent, and I couldn’t help grinning. A comment like this—from me—was probably something she’d never thought she’d hear.

  Us…

  You heard me right, Mama. I found her. My mother’s excitement was palpable through our mental connection, and I could easily imagine her jumping up and down and clapping like a...well, a kid on Christmas.

  Liam, my boy. I’m so happy for you. And what do you mean you won’t be coming for Christmas breakfast?? I want to meet my new daughter-in-law!

  I found her yesterday, I thought dryly. We’ll be a little busy today…

  Oh...right. Well, how about Christmas dinner?

  We’ll see. I understood my mother’s wish to meet my mate, but I wasn’t sure I’d be ready to share her by the morning.

  I wanted to tell you, but I also wanted to know if I could come get Nana’s ring. The one she set aside for me. My mother’s parents were very much alive, despite their very advanced age, but my grandmother had decided a year ago to leave a ring she wanted me to have with my mother while she and Papa traveled the world. Just in case. Perhaps she had known something I didn’t.

  Of course.

  I’ll pop over and pick it up in a few hours. I need to get some things ready before my sweet consort wakes.

  Oh, Liam. I’m so happy for you. I’ll tell your father and brothers.

  Uh, maybe not the brothers yet! I nearly shouted the thought. The devil only knew what those assholes would get up to while I was trying to have some alone time with Amaia.

  Yes...well. Maybe you’re right. She knew her sons well enough to understand why I was worried. All right, dear. I’ll see you later, and please think about dinner. I’d so love to meet my new daughter-in-law. She brought my son back to me, after all.

  When you lived as long as we did, you learned not to dwell on the past. So, I pushed away my guilt for avoiding my family for so long and made a vow to make sure we were
as close as we used to be.

  I wished her a happy Christmas and strode purposely into the large grandiose living room in my mansion—which looked more like a castle. Few things in my life had brought me joy before Amaia, but for some reason, this house was one of them. I’d loved it from the moment I laid eyes on it. When I thought about it now, I couldn’t help wondering if my subconscious saw my children running through these rooms and filling up the nursery.

  I hoped Amaia liked our home, but I’d sell it and buy her whatever she wanted if she didn’t. It wasn’t like I couldn’t afford the expense. The Bancrofts were very smart with money, and in over five hundred years, I’d built a healthy nest egg many times over.

  As I looked around, though, this didn’t seem the right space for an intimate family moment. It was more for when all of the relatives were here, and we needed much more space. Before I left the room, I waved a hand, and decorations appeared all over, including a grand twenty-foot Christmas tree in the front window.

  I left decorations behind me wherever I went, making sure the house was bright and cheerful for my lady. Finally, I reached a spacious but cozy room near the back stairs that led up to the former servants' quarters and just beyond, the family bedrooms. It was close to the kitchen as well, which meant it would be easy to share treats whenever we were there together.

  Magic wasn’t the way I would have gone about this if I’d had more time, but I was grateful for it more than ever at that moment. Sweeping my eyes around the room, I pictured our family in future Christmases, and when I waved my hand again, the space filled with comfortable furniture that looked stylish but could take a beating from years of children roughhousing. However, the walls remained bare, waiting to be covered in family photos.

  The Christmas tree was big and full, twinkling with hundreds of lights. All that was missing were piles of gifts for my beautiful Amaia. I looked forward to watching her smiles and excitement with each one, so it was hard to stop myself from stuffing the room from top to bottom with presents. I couldn’t wait for her to open them all, but I was particularly excited about the ones in pink and black wrapping paper. And the one I needed to retrieve from my mother.

  With that done, I quietly ascended the stairs and walked to the master suite. Amaia was still sleeping peacefully, so I silently changed into jeans and a red sweater.

  And how was your day, brother? Jareth’s sly voice slid into my head.

  None of your business. Go away.

  You didn’t think we missed the show at the party, did you?

  One can only hope.

  Jareth laughed. You used up all your luck finding your consort, I guess. Because everybody saw you mauling that poor girl and teleporting away.

  Look, I have shit to do. You can be your obnoxious, brotherly self another time.

  Why? What’s wrong with now? Were you busy? Am I interrupting? I was hoping you’d explain the malt—

  Jareth, I interrupted. I just want you to remember this moment when you find your consort. With that, I closed my mind to keep out those pesky, nosy people.

  I teleported to my parents' house and picked up the ring, giving my mother and father both hugs while they congratulated me. My mother produced a little box from the pocket of her apron, and I grinned like a loon as I took it from her and popped the lid. The ring was a twist of white and rose gold with tiny diamonds going up the center of the pinkish metal. A gorgeous pearl sat at the top. It was unique because every time the ring moved, the stone seemed to change color. I liked it best when the pearl appeared to be a soft violet. Anxious to return, I put the ring away and stowed the box in my pocket.

  Then my mother, being the best, handed me a platter of homemade cinnamon buns, croissants, and other delicious pastries. “Almost no one is as amazing as you,” I told her after kissing her cheek.

  She chuckled. “I won’t take offense to that since your consort should always be the most important person in your life.”

  “She is.”

  Braeden and Ren strolled in right before I left and started ribbing me about the party.

  “I’ll tell you what I told Jareth.” I stopped and looked around, curious as to why he wasn’t in attendance. “Where is he, anyway?”

  Both of them shrugged innocently, but I didn’t have the patience to force confessions out of them since I’d been gone from my girl for too long already. “Just remember this day when you find your consorts,” I warned, then teleported home.

  Amaia wasn’t in bed, and I frowned, angry that I hadn’t been there when she woke. But my enhanced hearing picked up the sounds of running water and her sweet voice singing Christmas carols. As I grinned, the ring disappeared from my pocket before I shed my clothes and hurried to the master bath.

  My breath caught in my throat at the sight of all those curves with rivulets of water running down them. My cock had hardly gone soft since the moment it came alive—which had come in very handy when I spent the day fulfilling the needs of my insatiable consort. But it turned to steel as I opened the glass door and stepped in.

  I came up behind Amaia and cupped her breasts, pulling her back against me. She gasped when she felt my rod pressing into her lower back, and her nipples hardened against my palms.

  “Merry Christmas, my darling,” I whispered in her ear.

  “It is most definitely merry,” she panted, making me chuckle.

  “And what would you like from Santa this year, Amaia?”

  “You.”

  “You have me, darling,” I told her softly, shuffling us around until she was facing a wall. “But I’m more than happy to remind you.”

  I let go of her breasts to place her hands on the wall and used one foot to encourage her to widen her legs. Then I lined my cock up with her pussy and cupped her heavy globes again, pinching the nipples as I drove inside her. “Fuck!” I grunted as I dropped my head into the crook of her neck. “So tight. You feel so amazing, Amaia. I could live with your pussy wrapped around my cock.”

  “That could get a little awkward,” she giggled, then moaned as I gently squeezed her breasts and lazily withdrew before gliding back in. “Especially when I’m having our babies.”

  I had no idea how it was even possible, but when she mentioned our children, my shaft swelled even more as all the blood in my body rushed down to it. “You want my babies, darling?” I asked as I languidly pumped into her a few more times.

  “So much,” she breathed, and her walls clenched around me, making me see stars.

  “Let’s see what I can do about making this Christmas wish come true.”

  I didn’t hurry, despite the painful throbbing of my cock and the building tension in my spine. I made love to my consort, showing her with my body how much I cherished her.

  Afterward, I washed us, making sure to thoroughly take care of her most sensitive places, before scooping her into my arms and shutting off the water. I tenderly dried her with a fluffy towel, then guided her back into the bedroom, where I’d magically left a couple of outfits for her to choose from.

  She beamed at me as she pulled a soft, sparkly red cashmere sweater over her head and slid on black leggings with—I’d taken a risk here, but something told me she’d love it—candy canes all over them. “These are adorable!”

  “I’m so pleased you like them, darling. But I have much more in store for you.” I held out my hand, and when she placed her palm against mine, a spark sent a thrill through my body like a shot of electricity.

  Impatient, I teleported us to the kitchen where she exclaimed over the breakfast spread and filled a plate. Then I took her hand again and led her into the family room.

  She gasped, her violet eyes growing big and round as she took in everything. “Are...are those all for me?” she squeaked.

  I laughed and guided her over to a couch, helping her sit and set her treats on the little table beside her. “I will always give you everything and anything that is in my power.”

  5

  Amaia

 
When I woke up by myself and called out for Liam without him answering, I’d gone searching for him. Then I spied the Christmas decorations from the top of the stairs and realized that I didn’t have any presents to give him on our first holiday together. Luckily, he had a landline in the bedroom since I’d left my purse with my cell phone in it at Stephan’s house last night. A quick call to Everleigh put me in touch with Liam’s oldest brother, Jareth, who offered to grab a few things for me.

  Once that was done, I hopped into the shower since I desperately needed to wash off after all the lovemaking we’d done over the past day. It turned out to be a great decision because I was just rinsing off when my sexy daywalker stepped into the stall with me and blew my mind again. So much so that I’d almost forgotten it was Christmas Day until I spotted the festive sweaters he’d laid out for me. Not that I would’ve been able to miss the significance of the day after he led me downstairs. The Christmas tree nestled in the corner of the room was more beautiful than any I’d ever seen before, and a ton of wrapped presents were stacked beneath it.

  I tugged Liam down beside me and climbed onto his lap. Twining my arms around his neck, I whispered, “You didn’t need to do so much. I already have the one thing I really wanted—you.”

  “It’s my privilege to dote on you, my darling.” He brushed his lips against mine. “I couldn’t let our first holiday pass without spoiling you a little.”

  I jerked my chin toward the tree and giggled. “More like a lot. Nothing about that pile of presents is little.”