I had barely been hanging on, but I was confident I had enough control...until she bit me.
“Fuck!” I shouted as my dick exploded.
It was a good fucking thing I could teleport, or getting home with the sticky mess in the front of my pants would have been interesting.
In the blink of an eye, we were standing in the master bedroom of our house, and I tenderly laid my consort on the large bed in the center of the room.
3
Selene
“I-I-I don’t understand.” Pressing my elbows against the mattress, my head swiveled as I looked around the unfamiliar room. Only a moment ago, we’d been in the hallway leading away from the ballroom. Between rushing from the party after he’d tasted my blood, having my first orgasm, and finding myself in a strange place without any clue how we’d gotten here, I was super disoriented. “Where are we?”
“Our bedroom,” he answered, staring at me as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops of his dress pants.
I sprung to a sitting position, holding my palms out toward him. “Whoa! Hold up! What do you think you’re doing?”
“Getting out of my sticky pants now that we’re home.” He dropped the belt on the floor, kicked off his shoes and socks, and reached for the button at his waist. “Feeling your teeth in my neck was too much for my control.”
He had said something about taking me to our home and only being a second away from my best friend, but it hadn’t made sense at the time. Then again, nothing seemed to add up since this man appeared at Kieran’s side. When he’d kissed me instead of answering my questions, my confusion hadn’t seemed important. But now that we were alone in a bedroom, I couldn’t let him distract me again by stripping out of his clothes and talking all sexy. “Do you live with Kieran and Thana?”
“No, but our estate is close to theirs, and I’m looking forward to showing you around after.” He prowled closer to the bed, his pants hanging low on his hips after he’d unbuttoned them.
I felt as though I was the prey he was hunting and wrapped my arms around my middle in a protective gesture. “After what?”
“After we finish what we started when you rubbed against me until you came.” His eyes burned as his gaze drifted down my body.
My cheeks heated from an odd combination of desire and embarrassment. Shaking my head, I cried, “I don’t even know your name.”
“Forgive me the oversight, love.” He bent at the waist and dipped low, sweeping his arm out in an old-fashioned gesture. “I’m Athan Bancroft, the man who is proud as fuck to call you his.”
“Yours?” I echoed softly, confused by why something deep inside was thrilled at his claim on me when all logic said I should run in the opposite direction...again.
He trailed his fingers down my calf and ankle, lifting my foot to remove my shoe before moving to the other side to do the same. “I understand this must be confusing for you even though you feel the connection between us the same as me. There are so many things you don’t know yet since you haven’t had centuries to adjust to the idea of being my fated consort.”
I could only come up with one mind-blowing possibility to explain him using words like centuries and fated consort, appearing out of thin air, transporting me to another place, fangs, and tasting my blood. “Are you a-a-”—I couldn’t believe I was actually going to say this out loud—“vampire?”
“Yes, I was born a daywalker.” He smiled and flashed his pointy fangs. “My brothers were, too.”
“Holy crap! Does Thana know?” I shrieked, my eyes going wide as I tried to wrap my brain around the fact that vampires were apparently real, and I had made out with one.
He stripped off his shirt and climbed on the mattress. “Of course, she knows. She’s Kieran’s consort. He told her when they met.”
I scrambled back to put a little space between us, not that it would do much good since he was a vampire who could be anywhere he wanted in a fraction of a second. “My best friend is married to a vampire and didn’t tell me?”
“What could she have said that wouldn’t have made you think she’d lost her mind?” I had to give that to him since I almost definitely would have freaked out if Thana had called to tell me she’d fallen in love with a vampire. Offering him a sheepish grin, I circled my hand in the air to tell him to carry on. “Vampires have a bad rep that us daywalkers don’t deserve. We aren’t ravaging beasts turned by a bite like nightwalkers.” He winked, and a wicked smile curved his sexy lips. “Well, maybe a little. I suppose I might get a little beastly when ravaging my consort in bed.”
Despite the blush spreading across my cheeks, I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. “So you’re not the villain?”
“I’m not sure that most people would call me the good guy, but I’m definitely not bad and would never do anything to hurt you. Ever.” He sprawled out, his thigh resting against my side. Despite the layers from his pants and my dress between us, goose bumps still broke out across my skin just from our bodies touching. It could also be how serious his vow sounded. Or a combination of both.
Either way, my instincts told me that he was worthy of my trust—vampire or not. “So, nightwalkers are the bad kind of vampires?”
“Yes, we have good and evil like any other species,” he confirmed, nodding as he propped himself up on an elbow. I was distracted by the play of his muscles on his chest and had to shake my head to concentrate on what he was telling me. His lips curved up in a smile full of masculine satisfaction, showing me that he knew the depth of my reaction to him, before he continued, “My family, and others like us, are not like the vampires in stories. We can walk in the sunlight, although our skin burns more easily and our eyes are sensitive to it. We survive on blood but can still enjoy the delights offered by food and drink. Holy water, garlic, and crosses do not have the same impact on us as they do nightwalkers. A stake to the heart won’t kill us; though it’s painful as fuck and would definitely slow us down until we healed. Unless we’re beheaded and burned, we’ll recover. It’s a good thing we’re so hard to destroy when it comes to tracking nightwalkers down. I’ll take any advantage I can get when dispatching them to where they belong before they can destroy a potential consort.”
I’d always been open to the idea of the supernatural, so I wasn’t all that surprised when I accepted all the mind-boggling information he was giving me without freaking out. At least until this part. My heart started racing, and I had to gulp down a lump in my throat before I asked, “And a consort is the person you’re supposed to spend your very long life with?”
“Yes, fate gives every daywalker a consort, the one person they’re destined to be with. But many of us wait century upon century until they are born. They bear the mark of a potential consort on their neck.” His gaze dropped to my neck, staring at the spots that had always made me a little self-conscious. But as his eyes ate me up and he licked his lips, I suddenly felt like preening and showing off my mark. “And you’re mine.”
“How can you possibly know so quickly?” Hope started to build inside me, but I was afraid to believe. “You’d barely seen me across the room before you warned your brother away from me.”
“All night long, some part of me knew you were close, and I think my ring had something to do with the strength of that instinct. It can’t be a coincidence that I was drawn to this”—he lifted his hand, and the amethyst that was a perfect match for my eyes sparkled—“one hundred years ago and have been wearing it ever since.”
My fingers trembled as I reached out to trace the gem, jerking my hand back when it felt as though the stone sent a spark of electricity into my body. “It zapped me.”
“Earlier in the ballroom, it warmed as though it knew you were near and was urging me to find you.” Athan pulled the ring off his pinky and slid it onto my left ring finger. “I’m not sure how it’s possible, but I think the ring has been waiting all this time to be where it belongs. Just as I’ve been counting each and every day until I f
ound you.”
That had to be the most romantic thing I’d ever heard in my entire life, which was apparently much shorter than Athan’s since I would turn twenty-one on my next birthday and he was hundreds of years old. But some part of me was still resisting the idea that everything could fall into place between us so easily. “It’s kind of hard to believe we’re meant to be together and only met by accident because my best friend and your brother are together.”
“I would have found you no matter what,” he vowed, tugging my hand until I tumbled onto his chest. “I’ve spent almost eight hundred years searching for you. Daywalkers are unable to feel sexual stimulation for anyone but our mate. When I touched you, my body finally stirred to life, and it was better than anything I’ve ever imagined. As was the sweet taste of your blood. Nothing could have kept me from you now that you walked this earth.”
The amount of time he’d spent without feeling desire boggled my mind. “There really hasn’t been anyone else for you in all that time?”
“Not a single woman has appealed to me on any level except for you.” He reached over and pressed my palm against his hard-on. “Even before we touched, I knew you were the other half of my soul. Our bond is undeniable, a connection beyond anything others of my kind have experienced before. And deep down inside, I know you feel it too.”
4
Athan
Selene’s hand curled around my thick shaft as she took in a slow, deep breath. “I’ve never, um…” She gulped, and her hand spasmed, drawing a groan from me. “I’ve never felt like this with anyone either.” She finished on a whisper, looking adorable with the pink stain blooming on her cheeks.
“We’ll learn together, love,” I assured her, running my hand over her silky hair.
“But...um…” She glanced away, and when her eyes came back to mine, her expression was nervous, the color on her face deepening to crimson. “You’re really big.”
It was probably not the smartest thing to do, but I couldn’t contain my hearty laughter. I quickly sobered when she looked sheepish and made a move to slide off me. I trapped her legs between mine and grasped her hands before rolling us over so that I was on top. I positioned her arms above her head and kept both wrists shackled in one of my hands. With the other, I trailed the fingers over her lips and along her cheekbone before cupping her face.
“Thank you for the compliment,” I quipped with a wink. The corners of her mouth tilted up, and humor sparked in her lovely violet eyes. “We were made for each other, Selene,” I reiterated as I ground my hips into her, rocking so that my cock rubbed against her pussy. “Our bodies, our hearts, our souls...they are perfectly intertwined.”
Some of Selene’s nervous energy had abated, but it was replaced with a different sort of restlessness. I saw the desire in her eyes, and her hips shifted against mine. Bending my head, I gave her a tender kiss. After a minute, I pulled back and stared into her eyes, not bothering to mask the raw, feral hunger I was feeling.
“Athan,” she murmured. Holy shit. When she said my name in that breathy, lust-filled tone, it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
“I want to go slow for you, love,” I grunted as my control began to slip. “This first time should be sweet and gentle as I make love to my consort.” Selene whimpered and arched her back on my next undulation, clearly having hit a very sensitive spot. It only fed the monster clawing at my self-restraint. My jaw clenched from the effort it was taking to keep from coming again.
I took her mouth in another deep, consuming kiss and growled when I finally let her up for air. “I’m afraid that once I’m inside you, I won’t be able to control myself. I promise to make it up to you, love, but I’m barely hanging on. It’s taking everything I have not to drive inside you until I’m completely sheathed by your tight, hot pussy, then fuck you fast and hard over and over until you pass out. Then I’ll lick your raw pussy until it’s soaked enough to take me again.”
My hand drifted to the bodice of her gown, and I dipped a finger underneath, far enough to brush over her peaked nipple. Selene gasped and moaned, fighting against the grip I had on her wrists. It was hot as fuck, and I made a mental note to have restraints built into the wall at the head of the bed. One of these days, I would tie her up and torture her with my tongue between her pretty thighs. My mouth watered, and my fangs ached, wanting to drink from her engorged pussy.
“I don’t want sweet,” Selene choked out, drawing me from my little fantasy. I raised a brow, and she swallowed hard before licking her lips. My dick pulsed hard and wept, further ruining my trousers.
“What is it you want, love?”
“I don’t want you to hold back,” she panted.
I became distracted by the rapid rise and fall of Selene’s chest. Instinctively, I yanked down the center of her dress, ripping it from the top to just above her mound. The fabric fell away, and because it was a tight, corset-style top, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her ample breasts spilled out, bouncing with her accelerated breathing.
Selene moaned when I bent to take a cranberry nipple into my mouth. “I want it exactly as you described,” she hissed.
I froze for a second, then rose so I could search her face. There was no fear, no hesitation, nothing but pure, unadulterated need. “You want to be fucked, love?” I growled, my body vibrating from my effort to restrain myself. Her cheeks burned crimson when she nodded, and fuck if that didn’t make me even hotter.
Giving her wrists a small squeeze, I watched her for any cues that I should back off as I instructed, “Keep your arms up here.”
She nodded, and I gave her one more quick kiss before sitting up to divest myself of my ruined pants. Selene sucked in a breath, and my eyes flew to her face, finding her gaze glued on my long, heavy cock. “You’re huge!” she squeaked, her eyes bulging a little.
“I’ll make it good, love,” I assured her as I grasped the tattered sides of her dress and ripped it the rest of the way down. The only covering left was a scrap of purple lace, and I tore it away just as quickly as the rest.
“Fuck,” I breathed as I took in the sight of her bare, glistening folds. Her arousal painted her mound and the inside of her thighs. My mouth watered, and I inhaled deeply, enjoying the sweet scent of her desire.
With the last of my control stripped away, I was lying between her legs without a single thought, licking up the center of her pussy. She tasted sweet and spicy at the same time. It was delicious, but her blood was calling me.
With my thumbs, I gently parted her lips and groaned when I saw how pink and juicy she was. My eyes zeroed in on the swollen bundle of nerves that would bring her ecstasy as she’d never known. I lapped up her cream, avoiding her clit until she was begging me for release. Giving her what she wanted, I sucked her bud and drove her even higher by inserting a finger into her snug channel.
“Athan!” she cried out, and it sent a wave of pleasure through me that pushed come out of my aching cock. Her hands flew to my head, and she held me in place as her hips pumped up, seeking relief.
“Mmm. I’m going to have so much fun punishing you for disobeying me,” I mumbled into her pussy. If she had a response, it was lost to her cries of pleasure as I devoured her like a starving man.
When she teetered at the edge, I sucked hard, then thrust a second finger inside her. Moaning, she tumbled headfirst into her climax. Only then did I extend my fangs and plunge them into her flesh, sucking her blood along with her clit. Selene’s whole body shook with one violent shudder before she screamed my name.
We would have to buy new bedding because I came right along with her, spilling my seed all over the sheets.
When I’d had my fill, I retracted my canines and licked the tiny wounds to seal them. I kept working her with my hand, and her muscles had become much more pliable with her release, so I was able to fit a third digit inside her.
However, I didn’t let her come down too far, knowing I’d have an easier time getting inside her and hopefully minimizing the
pain I would have to cause if she was still relaxed from her orgasm.
I kissed her mound and smoothly glided over her slick skin until I was completely covering her. Her hands moved to my biceps, and her nails dug in so hard that they broke the skin. “Fucking hell,” I groaned. “Why is it so fucking hot that you drew my blood?”
Selene’s pretty eyes opened, and they took on a sultry quality as she brought one finger to her mouth and sucked at the few drops of my blood lingering on her skin.
Son of a bitch. Somewhere in my addled mind, I fervently hoped she’d meant what she said because, at that moment, I was gone. I became a beast ravaging his mate. I gave her no warning because I was acting on pure instinct as I thrust inside her narrow sheath. A garbled shout escaped my lips as I popped her tasty little cherry and buried myself so deep that I rammed right into her cervix.
After lifting her legs to circle my waist, I grabbed her wrists once more and locked them over her head in an unyielding grip. Streaks of acute pleasure shot from my cock as I slammed in and out of her slippery channel. She was tight as hell but wet enough for me to slide in fairly easily, stretching her to accommodate my large girth.
Selene threw her head back and cried out as she met me thrust for thrust. Her legs clenched around my hips, and her inner walls spasmed around my dick. “Fuck, yes!” I shouted as my body began to shake from the effort to hold back my climax. “So fucking tight,” I grunted. My orgasm was close, and it tipped me into a frantic pace of wild thrusting, and I rocked the bed into the wall with a repeated bang.
“I feel how close you are, love,” I growled. “Come on my cock, Selene. Cream me up so I get nice and deep in your ripe womb before I fill you with my seed. Oh, fuck! Oh, yeah! Fuck! Fuck!”
Pressing my knees into the mattress, I angled my cock to make sure I hit the right spot with each plunge into her depths.
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