A Touch of Moonlight

by Davenport, Fiona

  Sitting back on my heels, I clenched my jaw against the onslaught of desire as I pulled the ends of the bow on her top and released her gorgeous breasts. “So fucking gorgeous.” I cupped the ample globes and rubbed my thumbs over the sensitive tips. Amaia moaned and pressed her chest deeper into my hands.

  I was fast approaching the end of my rope, and ancient magic swirled around the room, fluttering the curtain and making the flames on the candles flicker. Linking our fingers, I pulled her up into a sitting position and kissed her deeply. When I ended it, I released one hand and tipped her chin with a finger so her head was nearly all the way back, and she was looking directly into my eyes.

  “Amaia Greene, do you accept my claim on you?”

  Her violet eyes were bright with love when she answered, “Yes, Liam Bancroft. I accept your claim on me, body, heart, and soul.”

  I squeezed my eyelids shut for a moment, savoring her words as my heart overflowed with love and gratitude. Amaia was more than I could have ever dreamed of as a mate for me, and she was giving herself to me forever.

  Once again staring into her purple orbs, I moved forward in the ceremony. “You’re prepared to be mine from now until the end of time?”

  “And beyond, my love,” she said softly, her voice trembling as she cupped one of my cheeks with her palm.

  My arousal was eating away at me, and as Amaia pledged herself, I scented hers growing, and it nearly snapped my restraint. However, I was a tiny bit hesitant about what came next, I didn’t know how far Everleigh had gone in her explanation.

  Before I could voice my concern, Amaia nodded reassuringly. “Keep going. I’m ready.”

  The mating instinct took over, and the need to possess, to dominate my sweet consort consumed me. “To cement our mating bond, you must trust me unequivocally. Are you prepared to demonstrate the depth of your faith in me?” My tone was threaded with steel. If she agreed to this last demand, she would be at my mercy while I was ruled by my base urges, a wild and animalistic part of me that needed to bite, to mark, to fuck, to own. To fully claim Amaia.

  “You are all I will ever want, Liam. Every part of you,” she replied, her gaze sincere and...excited. “Take what you need from me. My faith in you is unshakeable.”

  “Fuck,” I grunted as the last shreds of my sanity snapped. “Mine.”

  I took her mouth in a savage kiss, plundering and tasting as I guided her back down to the mattress. Gliding my hands down her arms, I circled her wrists and slowly raised them over her head.

  Tearing myself from her lips, I panted from the effort to keep from coming right that second. Fuck, what this woman did to me. But she would come many times before I filled her with my seed.

  At my command, the soft blue ties wound their way around her hands until she was securely shackled to the headboard.

  My eyes swept over her curvy body, and I growled when I saw the barrier still covering her pussy. With one strong yank, I ripped away the lacy gusset of her panties. “Perfect,” I rumbled. “So pink and wet.” I drew a finger up her slit, and it came away dripping with her nectar. “Is this for me?” I asked before sucking the digit clean. I knew she couldn’t desire another, but for some reason, I was still desperate to hear her say the words.

  “Yesss,” she moaned when I dipped my finger into her channel, testing how tight she was. “All for you. Only you.”

  “Damn straight,” I grunted. I slid my hands beneath her and untied the bow to the sash at her hips, tossing it away. Gliding underneath her again, I palmed her ass cheeks and squeezed them while playing at the tight hole in the back with the tip of my finger.

  Amaia gasped and tensed, but I sensed curiosity. “Another time, perhaps,” I told her while my hands traveled down her shapely legs and grasped her ankles. Raising them up, I kissed each one before pushing them forward until her feet were nearly at her head. The position offered up her pussy to me on a platter. I scooted my knees under her back to help support her and lift her center even more. Leaning forward, I parted her lips with my thumbs and licked up her slit from bottom to top.

  “You taste so fucking good,” I groaned. The flavor burst on my tongue and sent shockwaves of pleasure straight to my cock. Diving in, I devoured her sex like a starving man and grunted in approval when she began thrusting up her hips, begging for more while she cried out in ecstasy.

  “Yes! Yes! Please, Liam! I need to come!”

  Feeling indulgent, I sucked hard on her clit as I shoved two fingers into her channel. Amaia screamed as she shattered, and my cock threatened to explode. I moved back and lowered her legs to the bed, then I straddled her and shuffled up until I could tease her lips with the tip of my engorged shaft.

  “Open,” I demanded.

  She did it immediately, and I groaned at the sensation of her warm, wet mouth wrapped around my dick.

  “Suck it, Amaia,” I ordered. “Hard.” Again, she obeyed, and I groaned at the intense pleasure. I bent forward and grabbed the headboard, holding on for leverage as I began to thrust in and out of her mouth. “That’s it, darling. Harder, baby. Oh, fuck, yeah.” I was close, so close. “Swallow it, Amaia. Fuuuuck!” I shouted when her throat closed around me, massaging the tip as she swallowed. She gagged a little, but I was too far gone. I powered in and out a few more times before warning her, “I’m going to come down your throat, darling. Keep swallowing until you’ve milked every drop.”

  Amaia nodded as much as she could with my cock filling her mouth. I thrust twice more before my climax hit me like a ton of bricks, and my dick burst, sending jets of come straight down her throat. “Oh, yeah, Amaia. Fuck! Keep swallowing. Fuck! Fuck!”

  When I was empty—though still hard as a fucking baseball bat—I withdrew. Amaia gasped, trying to catch her breath, while I also panted, feeling a little dizzy.

  My body didn’t want time to recover, however. After spilling so much seed, I was a little shocked to see my dick start leaking again while I watched my consort’s breasts bounce with each choppy breath.

  Gnawing hunger roared to life, and I was desperate to finish this. My teeth ached with the need to sink into her neck, my tongue tingled with the thought of tasting her blood, and my cock throbbed with the memory of her pussy gripping it tight.

  I quickly flipped around and scooped up her legs, bringing them toward me. Then I opened them so I was situated between, pushing them into the position they’d been when I was eating her pussy—with her ankles near her ears. It was hot as fuck to see her center like this as I eased inside. It opened her up so I could easily watch my cock disappear into her channel. “Fuck! You’re tight as hell in this position,” I grunted. Her muscles ripped as she clenched, and stars danced in front of my eyes. “Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck, that feels so good. Fuck, yes! Fuck!”

  Amaia’s body was shaking, and she cried out every time I sank in to the hilt. “Liam! Yes! Yes! Oh, Oh! Yes!” Then she bucked up as I came down, slamming us together and ripping shouts from both our mouths. “Harder, Liam, please! I need more. Faster—oh, yes! Yes!”

  My mind officially blew to smithereens when she met my thrust like that. She didn’t have to beg for more because I was no longer in control, and my body was bound and determined to fuck Amaia like a madman. I grabbed her hips and pulled her even farther forward, then pounded into her over and over. My balls slapped her clit with each slam, and her cries became screams. The bed banged into the wall with my vampiric strength, creating a hole the shape of the headboard in it.

  My spine began to tingle, and my balls drew up. I was close. I glided one of my hands around to her thigh and under where we were connected, quickly finding her little pleasure button. With one flick, Amaia screamed my name as she fell into another mind-blowing climax. Except, she had no idea what mind-blowing truly meant, but I was about to show her.

  She cried out in protest when I pulled out. “Patience, darling. I promise, I’m not nearly done with you.” I pushed her legs down and flipped around, lying on top of her, between her
thighs. Once again, I drove deep into her womb, bottoming out and groaning at the snug fit. Her ankles locked around my waist as I picked up my speed again.

  I urged her up again, driving her closer to another orgasm, but before she reached it, I put my lips to her ear. “Are you ready, sweet consort? To be mine completely? To feel the greatest pleasure you will ever know?”

  “More than ready,” she whimpered. “I need you, Liam. Make me yours for all eternity.”

  On my next thrust, I moved my mouth to her neck and sank my fangs into the little round birthmarks.

  The second her blood hit my tongue, rapture overtook my body, and it was incredible. But my mind immediately focused on Amaia. My father had warned me that the change would give my consort not only pleasure but also incredible pain, and l hated knowing I was the cause of it.

  Tears streamed down Amaia’s cheeks, and the only thing I could think was to try to drown out the pain with its opposite. My cock swelled, and I took deep pulls of blood as I plunged in and out of her slick, tight pussy. I hoped it would help distract her from the agony of her body as each molecule rearranged so that her chemical makeup went from human to immortal.

  Finally, I felt her tension shift, tightening with need as she squeezed her inner muscles, trying to milk my cock for another orgasm. I gladly sent her over the edge, grateful she was no longer in pain.

  While she was still in the throes of her climax, I removed my fangs from her neck and licked the wound to seal it. Then I quickly untied her and cradled her head with one hand, bringing her mouth to the place on my chest where my heart beat only for her. “Drink, my darling,” I urged. “Then we’ll be one, forever.”

  Amaia looked up at me with violet pools glazed in passion. She ran her tongue over her gums, and though I knew she was aware that this would happen, I wasn’t surprised to see her a little stunned. It was a big change and would likely take some getting used to.

  I kissed her softly before cuddling her closer and guiding her mouth back to my chest. “Drink.”

  She stared at me, locking our gazes as she struck. With the first tug of her fangs, I finally let myself go. And it was beyond anything that I could have ever imagined. No words could describe the overwhelming love I felt for Amaia or the complete ecstasy, the utter bliss, of the moment.

  It was a good thing Amaia and I were sealed together for eternity because no way would I ever be able to live without her again.

  Much later, when we were snuggled together, our breathing steady, our hearts beating at a regular rhythm, I kissed her forehead and murmured, “Are you alright? I hope the pain wasn’t too much.”

  She tipped her head back and smiled at me. “There is no pain I wouldn’t have endured to be your forever, Liam.”

  Amaia was so very perfect for me. My true soul mate. “I love you entirely, my darling.”

  “I love you, too.”

  Then we drifted to sleep, content and...whole.

  Epilogue

  Amaia

  I was turned to the side and staring at my reflection in the mirror when Liam came striding into my walk-in closet, most likely to see what was taking me so long. Gesturing toward my stomach, where my pants were fastened with the help of a hair tie, I explained, “I think it’s past time for me to admit that I need to start wearing maternity clothes.”

  Liam moved behind me, switching my pants to the kind with an elastic band at the top before wrapping his arms around my body to place his hands over my baby bump. “Our little banana is growing.”

  Liam had jumped into the dad-to-be role with both feet, reading several different pregnancy books and signing up for a couple of newsletters about what to expect each week. One of them equated the size of the baby with a vegetable or fruit each week, and I found it so freaking adorable how he switched the nickname he used as the baby grew.

  I twisted my head around to smile up at him. “It might also have something to do with my voracious appetite lately.” I joked since the only weight I would ever gain was from the baby.

  I’d been horribly nauseous for the first few months of my pregnancy, but I’d more than made up for it over the past six weeks by eating pretty much anything and everything I could get my hands on. Which was a lot since I was a daywalker who could make whatever I was craving magically appear. Not to mention that Liam had been serious about spoiling me, and his tendency to pamper me went into overdrive when I got pregnant. If he so much as caught a whiff of a craving through our bond, he used his magic to get it for me before I realized what I even wanted.

  Liam brushed his lips over my mating mark, sending a shiver down my spine before he murmured, “You’ll never hear me complain about your appetite.”

  My shiver turned into goose bumps at his sensual tone. “I was talking about food, not sex.”

  “Maybe we should combine the two when we get back,” he suggested, his hand dipping lower to cup my core. “I bet you’d taste even more delicious with a touch of whipped cream painted over your pretty little pussy.”

  I licked my lips as I nodded. “So would your thick cock.”

  “It sounds as though we have a plan for later.” He turned me in his arms and claimed my mouth in a deep but quick kiss. “Ready for our appointment?”

  “Yup.” My lips curved into a grin as I thought about what was in store for us today.

  Sliding his palm against mine, he gripped my hand as we teleported to my obstetrician’s office. When I’d first learned about the existence of vampires and the council filled me in on the details of their day-to-day lives, I hadn’t been surprised at the number who chose to become doctors. The risk of being exposed by humans in the medical field was too high, and specialists were notorious for their limited hours and schedules. Trying to convince a human doctor to see you in the middle of the night would’ve been difficult, to say the least.

  But there were no such problems with a vampire doctor. Plus, they understood all the ins and outs of our species. For example, since daywalkers were notoriously possessive of their consorts, only female doctors went into the OB/GYN field. Which was a damn good thing because Liam had enough trouble when Dr. Wright had to do pelvic exams. I didn’t want to imagine how he’d react if she was a male daywalker—or even worse, an unmated one.

  We popped straight into the exam room—another handy advantage to being a daywalker, the ability to telepathically communicate with the nurse and teleport to the office when they were ready to see us. After the nurse checked my weight and other vitals, Dr. Wright joined us. “Are you ready to see your baby today, Mommy and Daddy?”

  “Absolutely,” we replied in unison, making me giggle.

  After I leaned back on the exam table, Liam rolled the stretchy band at the top of my pants down to my hip bones. Then he settled in place at my side and laced his fingers through mine.

  “This is going to feel a little cold,” Dr. Wright warned before squeezing some gel onto my belly.

  I barely noticed since all of my attention was on the monitor to my left. I didn’t want to miss even a second of the ultrasound. Liam and I stared in awe as our baby’s image appeared, and the room was silent until Dr. Wright asked, “Would you like to know the sex?”

  Although I sensed Liam’s answer through our bond, my gaze darted toward him to see what he wanted to do. The excitement in his bright blue eyes as they stayed locked on the screen confirmed it. “Yes, please.”

  Dr. Wright tapped her finger against the monitor. “You’re having a boy, and he’s definitely not shy about showing off the goods.”

  “We’re having a boy,” Liam murmured in a raspy tone.

  I squeezed his hand, happy tears filling my eyes. “And with the Bancroft genes, I’m sure he’ll have his daddy’s dark hair and bright blue eyes.”

  Dr. Wright scooted off her chair and handed me a tissue. “You’ll probably want to wipe off while I give you two some privacy. I’ll see you again in one month, and then we’ll move to every two weeks.”

  Liam waited unt
il she left the exam room, and then he rounded the table and pressed a kiss against my belly. “I’ll always be happy with whatever we get, but I have to admit that I love the idea of a mini-you running around our house sometime in the future.”

  “It’s bound to happen at some point,” I reassured him with a watery smile. “We have all the time in the world, and with as active as our sex life is, you’re bound to get me pregnant again before too long.”

  Epilogue

  Liam

  “Happy anniversary, darling,” I whispered in Amaia’s ear before kissing a path down her neck and over her shoulder.

  She giggled and rolled onto her back, allowing me to loom over her and gaze down into her beautiful face. “I feel like you add an ‘anniversary’ to our list every year. We’ve already celebrated the day we met, the day we had our claiming ceremony, and the day we were married. Let’s see…” She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “The day we found out we were pregnant with our oldest…and each one after, the first whiskey we created together, the day you kept me awake during our whole daysleep to set a record for most orgasms in twenty-four hours, and all the rest. How is it possible you’ve found yet another one to commemorate?”

  “Every night with you is one to celebrate.”

  Amaia’s pale cheeks turned pink, and her violet eyes sparkled. “I feel the same way.” Her lips curved up, and she looked at me expectantly. “So? What anniversary is it today?”

  I grinned wickedly, but before I could tell her, I was interrupted by a banging on our bedroom door. “Mommy!” our oldest daughter, Tempest, shouted. “Draven ate all of my cookies!” Then she stomped her foot on the ground like only a wronged six-year-old could do.

  “That boy,” Amaia sighed, shaking her head. “His consort better be able to bake if she’s going to be able to handle his sweet tooth.”