The Blackest Night

by Davenport, Fiona

  Bronwyn’s eyes widened, and her mouth opened in a silent O. I took advantage of the situation and sealed my lips over hers. I let out a satisfied grunt when she immediately melted into me and twined her arms around my neck. I hadn’t given her the chance to answer me, but her body clearly knew that she was made for me. My tongue delved in to explore and taste, tangling with hers.

  Desire saturated my blood, burning me from the inside out as it traveled through my veins and straight to my dick. The need to fuck my consort was nearly overwhelming. My brothers had tried to explain the fierceness of the hunger I would feel for my woman when we finally met, especially in the beginning. I’d thought I understood, but nothing compared to this.

  Bronwyn moaned and pressed closer, pillowing her breasts against my chest. Her hard nipples poked through the fabric of her shirt and bra and my mouth watered at the thought of wrapping my lips around them. I finally released her mouth and kissed the corner before working my way down her neck. She gasped for air and dropped her head back, giving me more access to the delicate skin.

  “Stephan,” she moaned as her hands threaded through my hair and clenched the strands while her hips moved restlessly against me. “What is happening to me?”

  “Don’t be afraid, angel,” I soothed. “Just let it happen.” Her blouse had tiny buttons running from the top of her collar all the way down. I hoped she didn’t have a sentimental attachment to the article of clothing because I had no patience for the barrier in my way. I palmed her plump, round breasts and gently squeezed them as I gathered the fabric in my fists. Yanking hard, I tore the shirt open, and the little buttons flew off and scattered all about. Bronwyn gasped, and her hands moved to cover her chest, but I practically growled at her as I pushed them away and yanked down her nude silk bra.

  Her big, full globes spilled out, and I zeroed in on one cherry bud, sucking it into my mouth and running my tongue over the sensitive tip.

  Bronwyn cried out and thrust her chest forward as she moved even more frantically on my lap. Grasping her ass, I helped her work herself over my cock, pushing her toward a climax. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to see my angel come. “Let go, Bronwyn,” I demanded as I switched to her other breast. Pumping my hips up, I met her thrusts and used every bit of my strength to keep from spilling in my pants.

  She writhed on top of me, panting and moaning with pleasure as her body began to shake. I raised my face and put it next to her ear to whisper, “It’s alright. I’ve got you.”

  My words seemed to be what Bronwyn needed because she shuddered and cried out as she splintered apart. I leaned back against the sofa and watched as I continued to move her over my shaft, drawing out her climax as long as possible. “Fuck,” I groaned. “You’re gorgeous. I can’t wait to see you in the throes of ecstasy when my cock is buried in your tight, virgin pussy.”

  It was tempting to whip my dick out and shove it inside her right that moment, but I managed to keep ahold of myself. Bronwyn deserved more than a quick fuck our first time together.

  Eventually, she calmed and collapsed against my chest, her body replete and pliant. With a firm hold on her bottom, I pushed to my feet, then wrapped her legs around my waist before striding out of the front room to the grand staircase in the foyer. I took the steps two at a time, anxious to have Bronwyn in our bed.

  “Stephan?” Her voice was muted as she hesitantly said my name.

  “Yes, angel?”

  “Isn’t this...um...moving a little fast?”

  We reached our bedroom just as she finished her question, and I didn’t answer her until I’d set her on the bed and crouched in front of her. Cupping her cheeks, I stared into her beautiful eyes as I confessed, “I’ve waited over half a millennium for you, Bronwyn. Now that I’ve found you, this can’t happen fast enough for me.” I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a few beats, then locked our gazes once more. “But I know this is all new to you and more than likely, a little overwhelming. I’m not going to push you into anything. We don’t have to do anything until you’re comfortable. We’ll take this at your pace.”

  Her expression turned soft, and the corners of her plush lips tilted up. “That’s so sweet. I—you’re making it very hard to resist you.”

  I winked and grinned roguishly. “Then I’m doing my job right.”

  Bronwyn giggled and blushed adorably. Then her expression sobered and filled with worry as she tucked her breasts back into her bra. I frowned but refrained from saying anything in an effort to keep from freaking her out even more. “Are you sure you really want me? What if it’s just because we’re fated for each other? What if the desire wears off and you get tired of me?” She glanced away, and my heart squeezed at the sorrow and pain I saw on her face. “I don’t want to let myself care for you and then be heartbroken when you wake up one day and realize I’m not what you want and leave.”

  “Angel, look at me.”

  She slowly raised her wary eyes to meet mine.

  “Desire and need are a huge part of what draws fated mates together. But that doesn’t mean we don’t recognize when our hearts feel a connection as well. I knew before we even touched that you were special to me. I just didn’t understand its depth until I felt the hunger burst to life at our touch. I have no doubt in my heart, mind, and body that you are my perfect match in every way.”

  Bronwyn’s mouth opened and closed a few times as she absorbed my response. Then she leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine. Never losing the connection, I stood and lifted her to set her in the center of the bed before coming down over her. The kiss started out sweet, but it quickly escalated as our bodies heated and passion exploded between us.

  “I want to be yours,” Bronwyn admitted sweetly after disengaging her mouth from mine. “As long as you promise to be mine.”

  “Forever, angel,” I vowed.

  With a steady gaze, she took a deep breath and popped the front clasp of her bra. Her breasts spilled out, and I licked my lips in anticipation of tasting her sensitive nubs again. I got to my knees and helped her out of her blouse and bra before shucking my jacket and shirt.

  Her eyes went wide as they roamed over my chest, and her pink tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip. I groaned but stifled the need to grind down onto her pussy. Her skirt was voluminous, and it took a little effort to get it unzipped and drawn down her legs. Once it was gone, she was laid out before me in nothing but a pair of silky, nude panties, and—fuck—thigh highs that ended with lace wrapped around her thighs, and sexy black heels.

  I left my pants on for the moment, knowing I’d lose my shit and be inside her in seconds once I released my cock. Getting onto my stomach, I settled between her thighs and ran my nose up her center, inhaling her apples and musk scent. The fabric was soaked, so my tongue left no evidence when it followed the path of my nose. “You smell so fucking good, angel.” I could have simply pulled the gusset of her underwear to the side, but I was desperate to have her center naked and completely bared to me.

  With one fast tug, I ripped her panties from her body and wasted no time opening my mouth over her juicy pussy and sucking hard.

  “Stephan!” Bronwyn screamed as her hips bucked up and her thighs attempted to close and force me away. No way in fuck was that happening. Her taste was bursting on my tongue, and my hunger was raw and intense, my pelvis grinding into the mattress to keep some control.

  “Mine,” I grunted as I placed my forearms on her thighs to keep them open and spread her folds with my thumbs. She was swollen, pink and wet, glistening with nectar. I lapped at her arousal, drinking from her like a man getting his first taste of food after years of starvation.

  Bronwyn’s hands delved into my hair, and she pushed and pulled, both trying to move me closer and shove me away. “It’s too much! Yes! Don’t stop! Stephan!”

  I doubled my efforts and quickly sent her soaring on a fierce orgasm that ripped an ear-splitting scream from her lips.

  Her pussy was gushing, and whi
le I wanted to lick up every drop, I knew the slickness would help with the pain of breaching her virginity. My cock was leaking steadily, painfully hard, and pulsing with every beat of my heart. If I didn’t get inside her, I was going to lose my fucking mind.

  I scrambled off the bed and hastily removed the rest of my clothes. My big, thick cock stood and bobbed against my stomach. Bronwyn’s gaze dropped to it, and her eyes went wide and as round as saucers. “I don’t think you’re going to fit,” she murmured in a trembling voice.

  “Your pussy was made to take me, angel,” I said in a low, seductive tone as I climbed back onto the bed. “Do you trust me?” It was asking a lot, considering we’d only just met, so it filled me with joy and satisfaction when she nodded without hesitation. “Thank you.” I rested over her, keeping some of my weight on my elbows so I wouldn’t crush her. With unrestrained passion, I kissed her, and she returned it with equal fervor.

  “I need you so fucking much,” I rasped. “Mine.”

  “Yours,” she agreed in a whisper that I felt in my soul.

  My cock was nestled in the apex of her thighs, and I rocked against her, readying her for my invasion. When she was again writhing with need, I lined up my shaft with her slick channel and began to work the tip inside. “Oh, fuck!” I hissed. “You’re so damn tight.”

  On the outskirts of my sanity, I barely registered the ringing of a bell, but I ignored it, losing myself in the snug heat enclosed around the tip of my dick.

  BANG!

  BANG!

  BANG!

  Bronwyn froze, and I cursed a blue streak as I recognized the sound of someone knocking on my door and incessantly ringing the doorbell.

  I dropped my chin to my chest as I opened my mind, then sighed when I knew I couldn’t ignore the visitors. My brothers were at the door, and they were worried because I hadn’t shown up at the party and had closed my mind to them. But it was my parents who had me easing out of my consort’s pussy and staring at the shiny tip of my cock with longing.

  “I’m sorry, angel,” I groaned as I rested my forehead in the valley between her breasts. “It’s my family. If it were just my meddling brothers, I would ignore them. But my parents are with them.”

  With another long, irritated sigh, I moved off Bronwyn to stand beside the bed and held out my hand to her. “Let’s get you something to wear, angel.”

  My mate popped up in bed and stared at me like I’d sprouted another head. “What?!” she shrieked. “I can’t meet your parents!”

  I chuckled and shook my head, reaching for her and grabbing her just before she made it off the other side of the mattress. I dragged her over to me and set her on her feet, wrapping her in my arms. “Of course, you can, angel. They’ll be ecstatic to meet you.”

  “No way!” she hissed, her head swinging wildly from side to side. “I can’t meet my—my—um—whatever’s parents smelling like sex and wearing your clothes!”

  5

  Bronwyn

  My head was spinning from everything that had happened over the past hour or so, but I was certain about one thing—there was absolutely no way I could meet Stephan’s parents looking like this. Twisting around in his embrace to search the room for someplace to hide while he could get rid of them, I realized French doors led out to a balcony. “Aha! I have the perfect solution.”

  “You better not be thinking what I suspect,” he grumbled as he pressed a finger under my chin to turn my head back in his direction.

  I widened my eyes and blinked a few times, trying to look as innocent as possible. “If you’re expecting me to suggest that I go sit out on your balcony while you have a nice little visit with your family, then you’d be right.”

  “That is not going to happen.” He shook his head, and his hold on me tightened. His hard length pressed against my belly, sending a tingle straight to my core. “There’s no way in hell I’m going to head downstairs and act as if you’re not in our home.”

  “But I wouldn’t be in your house,” I argued, pointing my thumb over my shoulder and ignoring him when he muttered something about it being our house. “I’d be outside, which is totally different.”

  He cupped my face with his palms. “As much as I want to give you anything you ask of me, I simply cannot agree to this. Not only do I want you by my side but my mother would never forgive me for treating my fated consort as though she isn’t the most important person in my life. Especially so soon after I’ve found you, when you haven’t had time to come to understand what you mean to me yet. Our world is too new to you, but I need you to trust me on this. Please come downstairs with me, Bronwyn.”

  “When you put it like that…” I grumbled as butterflies took flight in my belly. It was nearly impossible to decline a request when it was worded so prettily, and I found myself surrendering to the urge to give Stephan what he wanted. “I guess if you have a shirt I could wear that won’t look too horrible with the skirt, then I can go down and meet your parents.”

  “Thank you, angel.” He brushed a kiss against my forehead before grabbing my skirt and bra off the floor and tugging me toward a huge walk-in closet that was bigger than the room I was renting. The perfectly ordered rows of clothing—with lots of custom-tailored suits—was another stark reminder of the differences between Stephan and me.

  I zipped it up and settled the black material over my legs. Then I thought about the torn scrap of satin on his bedroom floor and sighed, “It’s a good thing this skirt is so long because my panties can never be worn again.”

  “Sorry.” Stephan flashed me a sheepish grin, though it was clear he wasn’t really sorry. “I was in a rush to get to your sweet pussy and didn’t want to waste any time pulling them down your legs. I’m not sure if I want to buy you lots of pairs to do it over and over again”—he stroked his hand over my butt and gave one cheek a little pat—“or insist that you go without wearing panties all the time, so I don’t have to wait to get a taste of my new favorite treat.”

  My core fluttered at the reminder of how hard I’d come when he had his mouth on me, and I pushed him toward the section with button-down shirts. “Turning me on when your parents are waiting for us is not the way to get me to go downstairs with you.”

  “Another reason to convince them all is well.” He pulled a white shirt from a hanger and handed it to me. “Then everyone will be on their way, and we can get back to what we were doing before they rudely interrupted us.”

  As I put on my bra and slid my arms into his shirt, I blamed my sensual fog from earlier for not noticing an important missing step in this whole situation sooner. “Wait a second. How do you know it’s your parents and brothers down there? And why they’re here? You didn’t talk to anyone on your phone, and there are no security monitors up here for a doorbell camera or anything like that.”

  He yanked some clothes off more hangers for himself before guiding me back into the bedroom and answering, “There are some natural gifts that come with being a vampire. One of them is the ability to speak telepathically with each other. It’s something you and I will be able to do as well once we’ve bonded fully.”

  “Whoa.” My mind was reeling once again, and I must’ve been standing there trying to wrap my head around the idea of being able to use telepathy for a while because Stephan was fully dressed when he started to help me button up the shirt. My smaller frame was dwarfed by the oversized material, and I heaved a deep sigh before undoing the bottom three buttons to tie the material at my waist. After running my fingers through my tangled hair, I set my hand in the crook of Stephan’s elbow. “I guess I’m as ready as I can be.”

  His eyes were filled with masculine approval as his gaze swept down the length of my body and back up again. “You’re utterly gorgeous; that’s what you are.”

  His compliment gave me a confidence boost, but it was short-lived. As we neared his family—who had let themselves inside and were waiting in the same room where Stephan had torn my shirt, and my buttons were still scattered acros
s the floor—I desperately wanted to turn around and run back upstairs. Not only was it obvious what we’d been doing before they arrived, but they were all dressed impeccably while I was wearing a men’s button-down shirt that was way too big for me and a black skirt that Stephan’s sister-in-law had loaned me. I knew I shouldn’t have let him talk me into coming down here when I looked like a little girl playing dress-up and failing miserably.

  “Darn you and your silver tongue.” We shouldn’t have been close enough for the others to hear what I’d mumbled, but Athan’s deep chuckle left me in no doubt that they had. Elbowing Stephan in the side, I hissed, “I think you forgot to mention another vampiric gift.”

  “Please don’t blame Stephan,” the woman pleaded with a soft smile as she moved toward us. “I’m certain my son would have explained everything to you much more thoroughly if we hadn’t barged into his home at the worst possible time.”

  Being born a vampire apparently had more than its fair share of advantages because nobody would ever guess the woman was old enough to have grown sons. “I’m sure you’re right.”

  “Of course, I would have, Mother.” Stephan wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me against his side. “But I barely had any time with my consort after saving her from a group of nightwalkers”—he glared at Athan—“to be able to explain much of anything to her.”

  His brother raked his fingers through his hair. “Damn, I knew I should have insisted that Bronwyn accept a ride home.”

  “Yes, you should have.” Stephan gave me a squeeze. “I would have been lost forever if anything had happened to her before I arrived.”

  “If anyone should be apologizing, it’s me,” I mumbled, heat filling my cheeks. “I’m the one who repeatedly turned down the offer of a ride because I didn’t want to be a bother.”

  “Oh, my dear. You’ll never be a bother.” Stephan’s mother moved closer to give us a hug. “Kieran and Athan will be more than happy to do whatever it takes to protect you, just as Stephan is for Thana and Selene.”