by J. S. Scott
It’s ancient magic, Brianna. I’ve never heard of this happening before. It’s probably because of my age. But it’s not evil. Don’t be afraid.
She started as she heard Ethan growling in her mind, surprised he could still use his magic to speak to her this way. She could feel his need and her body responded. Her body jerked as she was assaulted with his mating instincts. She wanted to lay on those black sheets and satiate this vampire any way he wanted it.
She nodded at Ethan, her eyes never leaving his, to let him know she understood.
“Strip her.” Ethan ordered, his voice low and commanding.
Kristin came to her side, frowning as she saw that everything was moving. The gown swirled and Brianna’s flowing hair fluttered as though the wind were carrying it.
Kristin hesitated, perplexed.
“It’s okay, Kristin. Do it.” Brianna whispered to her softly.
Kristin lifted her hands to the ties of Brianna’s gown. “Do you agree to this mating with Ethan Hale?”
“I do.” Brianna answered, her eyes burning into Ethan’s.
Kristin released the gown and it shimmered to the floor. She picked it up and draped it over her arm.
“Leave us.” Ethan choked out the demand.
Kristin left, Brianna’s gown still fluttering over her arm. She closed the door and locked it behind her. The loud click of the lock on the door should have sounded ominous, but Brianna felt exhilarated. She was finally going to mate with Ethan.
“Come to me.” Ethan instructed, his eyes leaving Brianna’s to sweep over her body with hunger and desire.
Brianna eagerly responded, climbing the few steps to arrive in front of Ethan next to the elevated bed.
Ethan didn’t touch her, but his eyes burned over her naked body as he started reciting the ritual words of the bonding in his native language. She didn’t understand, but she loved the lyrical flow of the ancient language, the syllables rising and falling. As the last word trailed off Ethan’s tongue, he lowered his forearm to her hip and sealed their markings. She could see his arm trembling right before he joined the marks and pressed them firmly together.
Brianna’s body jerked. Ethan grasped her around the waist with his other arm as the flames shot through her body, incinerating her internally. It was incredibly painful…but erotic. She closed her eyes and leaned against Ethan for support, his burning body supporting hers.
She rested that way until Ethan’s soul broke free from hers and separated, her own soul then tearing and fusing with half of Ethan’s. Their joined marks continued to burn as Ethan’s new, completed soul entered him through the conjoined marks, a soul that was half of hers, half of his, but complete.
Brianna’s newly-mated soul settled quickly, finding its old resting place. She was still hot, but the heat was now completely sexual. She needed her mate.
Ethan’s soul did not settle so easily. He had never had a soul before and it wandered his body restlessly, looking for a resting place.
She watched his eyes turn red, glowing with an unholy light. Magic swirled around them both, burning like a blue flame.
Ethan’s need and desire seized Brianna, clenching her gut as if she were experiencing the feelings herself.
I need to sate him. I need to take away his anguished need to possess. I need his possession as much as he needs to possess me. I need to help him settle his wandering soul.
“Free my cock, Brianna. Now!” The harsh baritone undid her.
Her needs were wild and she reached down and started ripping at the leather ties, needing the swollen, straining member free from its confinement. It spilled into her hands, hard and engorged. She wrapped her hands around him, stroking the hard, silky length.
Ethan grabbed her wrist, preventing her from touching him. He wrapped his arms around her with almost smothering tightness and claimed her mouth in a white hot embrace. It was a kiss of ownership, a branding. Rough and hard. She wrapped her arms around his neck, meeting his conquering tongue with her own. He swept every inch of her mouth and tongue with his, claiming her. Then he picked her up and dropped her in the middle of the silk-clad bed.
He was on her before she had a chance to take a breath. He tied her hands to the headboard with the dangling, ready restraints. He bound her legs, spread wide apart, with restraints on both sides of the bottom of the bed. They had some slack, but very little. She was completely helpless, open wide for his desires.
He circled the bed, his red, glowing eyes burning across her body.
“Mine. Mine. Mine.” He was grunting, as though it was too difficult to speak, but she understood him. He seemed to find some satisfaction just by looking at her, knowing she was his to satisfy as he pleased.
“Yours, Ethan. All yours,” she whispered softly, breathless with her own desires. She pulled at the restraints holding her in place, loving the feel of being restrained for his pleasures.
Her pussy was drenched and she could feel droplets sliding down her thighs. She squirmed in her restraints, desperate for him to take her. “Please, Ethan. I need you.”
He moved between her legs, roughly stuffing a pillow beneath her hips. “Have to make you come,” he growled.
“Oh, God, yes. Make me, Ethan. I need it.” She writhed against her bindings. Her body was on fire. She was consumed with heat, ready to combust.
He attacked between her legs, licking her juices from her thighs and thrusting his tongue into her vulnerable pussy. She could hear the sound of his tongue lapping roughly, moving in the drenched opening. She screamed as his tongue laved her clit forcefully, moving fast and hard over the swollen bud.
His fingers slammed inside of her channel, his index and middle finger buried in the opening.
“Oh, Ethan. Yes. Yes. Yes.” She was out of control, consumed with the need to climax.
“Come for me,” he snarled into her pussy, not pausing in his relentless attack on her clit, his fingers pumping wildly, hard and deep, into her hot, slippery channel.
As if responding to his command, her stomach hardened, seized with spasms that spread directly to her core. Had she not been restrained, she probably would have curled into the climax. Her whole body trembled as the force of it shook her body like a rag doll. She fell over the edge, flying apart in a massive explosion.
She jerked against her restraints as she rode out the waves that were hitting her relentlessly. Ethan didn’t cease, but continued his attack as she writhed and burned. He was a man possessed and not nearly satisfied with her long, explosive orgasm.
He turned his body and suddenly his massive cock was over her face. “Take it in your mouth.”
Oh, yes. She opened as he lowered his massive member into her moist, eager mouth. Her lips sealed as best they could around the gigantic, swollen phallus. She could feel him groan into her mound as his hips started pumping, fucking her mouth.
He was riding her mouth hard, shoving his cock into her throat. She could barely breathe, but she rejoiced in his tortured groans as she tried to swallow him.
He was working her like an insane man. His hands gripped her thighs and spread her as much as possible. He was still flicking over her clit in hot, wet licks as he invaded her opening with an extra finger, plunging into her with three large digits. She jerked as she felt the fullness and moaned around his cock as he continued to fuck her mouth with furious strokes.
Ethan slid his other hand through her wet folds, drenching his fingers. He slid the moisture over her anus, wetting it with her own cream.
“Mine. Mine. Mine.” She could make out his smothered exclamation.
His cock was pounding into her mouth now, hitting the back of her throat. She was in a passion-induced trance and didn’t care. She wanted him to release his passion into her. She tightened the grip of her mouth and brought her tongue hard against his sliding member.
She felt his wet finger slide into her virgin ass. It was tight and it hurt, but the erotic pleasure of it overcame the pain. He was fucking her from
every angle. Every motion was in sync. The laving of his tongue, his three aggressive fingers in her channel and the fast and furious one pumping into her ass.
It was so much… too much… too fast… too much feeling. Her body was on erotic sensation overload.
She felt the magic swirl around them like a high force gale.
And then it struck. Her climax gripped her body like never before. She was moaning around Ethan’s cock as he pounded her mouth.
She felt him tense as he emptied his violent release into the back of her throat. It shot with such force that she never even tasted him. It spurted deep into her throat in forceful spasms, causing him to grunt and growl into her pulsating pussy.
He sounded like a wild animal.
And she felt like a caged lioness.
Her fingernails curled into her palms, drawing blood, as her orgasm continued to rock her body. She thrashed against her restraints as Ethan continued to slam into her from all angles.
Too much… too much.
He pulled his cock from her mouth and she screamed, crying his name over and over. She was completely undone.
No more… more… no more… how much could she take?
Just as she was sure she was going to lose her mind, Ethan swung around and covered her.
Their bodies slid together, both slick with sweat and oils. She locked her passion glazed eyes with his, which were still glowing red.
She was exhausted and spent, but her body still craved his possession.
“Mine.” he gasped as he brought his mouth to hers. His hands slid over her breasts as his tongue captured hers. Their essences flowed together as tongue met tongue. The fluids of their orgasms combined together to make a unique taste that was an aphrodisiac to them both.
Brianna’s desire was instantly rekindled. Ethan’s had never died. She felt his cock, hot and hard against her thigh.
His hands worked her breasts with just the right amount of pain and pleasure, plucking and stroking her nipples with erotic, passion-inducing strokes.
“I have to fuck you, Brianna. I need my cock buried deep inside you,” he panted in her ear, his breath hitting the side of her neck forcefully as he tore his mouth from hers.
The words spiked her need. “Yes, Ethan. Take me.” She was nearly choking on her words, her need to have him inside her leaving her breathless.
“Everyone will see us joining. I have to take you hard so that they know you are mine.” One hand left her breast to slide down and grasp his burgeoning member. He slid the head along her clit, making her moan from the friction on the hypersensitive bud. Her whole body felt erotically overwhelmed, her senses on overload.
Erotic images floated through her mind, brought on by the knowledge that many were watching Ethan claim her. She wanted them to see him take possession of her body. Watch him claim her.
“Yes, Ethan. Make me yours.” Her breath was coming hard and she was mindless with wanting.
His placed the head of his cock against her aching opening and thrust, completely burying himself inside of her. They groaned together, the fusion of their bodies blissful to them both.
Ethan didn’t start slow. He fucked her like a man undone, stroking fast and furiously.
Their bodies slid together, burning skin to burning skin, the oil and sweat making their movements an erotic slide. Ethan cupped her buttocks and brought her hips up to slap against his forceful moves.
She was helpless, completely lost in his possession. Her head thrashed, her hands curling in a death grip against her palms and the restraints.
“You’re mine, Brianna. Mine. Always mine.” Ethan was panting against her neck. She could feel his mindlessness, his driving desire to merge them completely.
His body slammed into hers roughly, his cock buried completely with every hard stroke. Faster… stronger… faster. His hips were jerking hard, pulling her to meet him. They met with such a force that every coming together was a loud slap of skin against skin.
Ethan bent his head and buried it into her neck, sinking his fangs into her tender flesh. She felt a flash of pain before the erotic, sensual sensations swamped her.
Although she knew it was going to happen, the eruption of her fangs from her gums startled her. It brought a feral hunger for Ethan that had her burying her newly sprung fangs into his shoulder with an almost violent strike.
Ethan jolted, but she knew it wasn’t from pain. He was overwhelmed with the same feelings she was experiencing, the drawing of each other’s essence intoxicating to them both. It was carnal and wild and they continued to feed voraciously as they strained toward climax.
When they detached their fangs, they were completely lost. Ethan stopped her bleeding with a swipe of his finger. It took him a moment to remember to stop his own. She licked the drops that had escaped.
Brianna was dizzy, senseless. She knew her climax was coming, building in intensity, the clenching sensation in her gut warning her that it was going to hit her violently.
It battered her with spasms so deep that she tried to arch her back. She threw her head back and screamed as it buffeted her. “Ethan, Oh God. Ethan!”
Ethan did arch his back, strong and hard, as he buried himself deep and was held there by her constricting walls. Her spasms enfolded his cock, constricting and releasing, forcing him to orgasm.
“Mine.” He growled and snarled as he released himself furiously into her hot depths.
She was drowning in pleasure, nearly paralyzed by the pulsating of her body. The pressure lightened, but her body was trembling, and she felt like she was floating.
She felt Ethan’s body relax as he released her from her bonds. He gathered Brianna into his arms, wrapped himself around her.
His soul had settled and found its place.
They trembled together as they held each other tightly. Ethan scooped her into his lap, looking at her anxiously. He took her palms into his hands and swiped his fingers over the bleeding punctures that she had caused with her nails. When he was done, she wrapped her arms around his back.
“It’s over.” Ethan panted, sounding relieved.
“It was incredible,” she mumbled, spent and exhausted.
Her vampire smiled and her heart melted. “You’re mine forever.”
She gave him a weak, exhausted smile. “You know… that should be terrifying… but it’s not.”
“My brave mate” He kissed the top of her head.
Her senses returning, she looked around the room. “The magic is gone.” The swirling magic she had felt throughout the room had diminished, leaving only a contented peace.
Ethan gave her a wicked grin. “My love, the magic is just beginning.”
She knew that he knew exactly what she had meant, but she smiled. She could never resist that naughty grin.
“I do believe you’re right.” She lowered her head and gave him a tender kiss.
Ethan arranged the pillows and they stretched out side by side, Ethan spooning her close to him, his face buried in her hair.
He covered them with a blanket, conjured with his own magic.
They both fell into an exhausted sleep, deeply content that they were finally mates, finding their real home in each other for eternity.
Epilogue
It was, of course, an evening wedding, and it was spectacular. Ethan made it a fairy tale affair that would fulfill every dream a woman could ever have about the perfect wedding.
The bride was radiant in ivory and lace. She walked down the aisle on scattered rosebuds in a huge cathedral that housed all of her friends and relatives and half of the vampire population.
The happiness of the bride and groom and their obvious love for each other made every guest sigh.
The bridesmaids were beautiful in gowns of pale blue, decorated with accents of pink.
The Hale brothers were there, much to their dismay, resplendent in their black tuxedos that matched the groom’s. No one really noticed--much--that they tugged at the necks of the confining out
fits once in a while or that they didn’t look entirely comfortable.
They did, however, enjoy the reception. As humans and vampires mingled and laughed, the Hale brothers cleaned the food tables. Ethan had ordered plenty of food, knowing that his brothers would eat at least half of it. He had also ordered an extra cake. One for his brothers… one for the other guests.
To Brianna’s delight, her maid of honor and best friend Callie caught the bouquet.
Rory caught her red garter, even though he wasn’t even trying. It seemed to gravitate to him and somehow caught on the button of his jacket. He held it out like it was a poisonous snake.
Brianna and Ethan smiled at each other as they watched his reaction. Brianna gave Ethan a curious look as his smile turned wicked and devious.
Ethan continued to eye his brother and the red garter Rory held as he mumbled to himself in a sinful whisper, “Oh… I hope so, brother… I really hope so.”
Brianna caught her new husband’s devious thoughts and whacked him on the shoulder. “Ethan… you’re terrible. I really want all of your brothers to find their mates.”
He gave her an innocent expression as he answered, “Oh… me too, love. You have no idea how I look forward to it.”
And he really did look forward to it in more ways than one. He loved his brothers even though they annoyed the hell out of him. He didn’t want them miserable--much.
But payback really would be hell.
His wife gave him an exasperated look and he smiled, beaming at her. She couldn’t help but smile back. Ethan smiled so often these days and it still made Brianna’s heart skip a beat. It probably always would.
Even though the Hale brothers were mostly good… every one of them had just a little bit of the devil in them.
Brianna sighed. Her husband was probably more than just a little bit wicked.
Ethan scooped her into a warm embrace and as he lowered his lips to hers he told her softly, “Sometimes you like my wicked ways, wife.”
As his lips met hers Brianna admitted to herself that she probably did.
In fact, she enjoyed them for her whole wedding night… and beyond.
