When she’d had her fill, she pulled back and licked her bite marks to heal the damaged skin. For a few moments, we sat there in silence, reveling in our bond and the knowledge we would be together forever.
My heart was bursting, and after a few minutes, I tipped her head back with a finger under her chin. Staring into her amethyst pools as they sparkled with happiness, I was filled with emotion. “I know you can feel the love I have for you,” I murmured with a tender smile. “But I need to say it. I love you, Selene. And I’ll love you every single day for forever.”
Her eyes filled with tears, but her smile was blinding when she answered. “I love you too, Athan. More than I ever thought was possible.”
I kissed her softly as I lifted her off my cock, then I laid her on the bed and curled myself around her. “You’re mine now,” I mumbled as I nuzzled my head in the crook of her neck.
“Forever.”
Epilogue
Selene
Seeing Athan cuddle our teeny tiny nephew, Ronan, against his broad chest only hours after he’d been born was wreaking havoc on my hormones. Tears welled in my eyes and streamed down my cheeks, making me sniffle. Athan’s head jerked up, and he gently handed the baby back to Kieran, who had been hovering close when anyone else was holding his son.
Athan knew through our bond that I was crying happy tears, but he still hurried to my side and tugged me against his chest. I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a tight squeeze before tilting my head back to peer up at him. “You look so good holding a baby.”
His lips curved up in a cocky smile. “I look good doing anything.”
“This is true.” I had planned on telling him my big news when we were alone, but I changed my mind because this seemed like the perfect moment. Grinning up at him, I murmured, “I think I should continue the birthday tradition that Thana started at her party.”
Athan’s brow wrinkled. “What tradition?”
I took a step back and wrapped my fingers around his wrist. Then I lowered his hand to press it against my belly. “The one where we celebrate by announcing a pregnancy.”
His bright blue eyes widened as his lips parted on a gasp. Pressing his palm against me, he whispered, “You’re carrying my baby?”
“Yes.” My eyes filled with tears again at the awe in his expression. “I took a test last night while you were out rescuing that consort, and I fell asleep before you got home this morning. Then we got the call about Thana going into labor, so I figured I’d wait to tell you when we got home. But I couldn’t wait another minute to share the news with you.”
“I’m glad you didn’t.” He wrapped his arms around me again. “Because I can’t wait another second to celebrate with you. Alone.”
He teleported us directly to our bedroom and didn’t waste any time stripping me out of my clothes. Once he had me naked, he gently laid me on the mattress and proceeded to give me a show I’d never grow tired of as he kicked off his shoes and quickly shed his shirt and pants. After shoving his boxer briefs down his legs, he climbed onto the mattress and settled his hips between my thighs. With his hands pressed to the mattress on either side of me, he levered his body over mine. His hard-on slid through my wetness, and I let out a little mewl. Lowering his head, he crashed his mouth against mine, and his tongue swept inside as he deepened the kiss. The feel of his lips against mine and his muscular body pressing into me had me panting in no time at all. “Please, Athan. I need you.”
“And you’ll have me, love,” he promised, lifting up until our bodies weren’t pressed together anymore. He kissed down my neck, licking over my consort mark and making me shudder. “But first, I want to hear you scream my name as you come all over my face.”
Judging by the determined gleam in his eyes, I had no doubt I’d be crying out soon, so I didn’t argue with his plan. He kissed his way down my body, and my back bowed off the mattress when he flicked his tongue over one of my pebbled nipples. Running my fingers through his hair, I dug my fingers into his scalp. “Bite me right there.”
I moaned when he gave me what I’d demanded, his fangs piercing my skin so he could drink from me. I felt each pull of his mouth deep in my womb. “Yesss,” I hissed.
He switched sides and bit down on the other nipple before I had the chance to beg him for it again. This time, my hips left the bed because I was already close to the edge. He nibbled his way across my skin, holding me down against the bed when I bowed up again. “Stay down and take what I give you, love. Or else I’ll make you wait longer before you come.”
I growled in frustration, tempted to try to flip him over so I could ride him until my orgasm crashed over me. But Athan was in a particularly dominant mood, and I knew I’d just find myself flat on my back again—and paying for the attempt with sensual torture I didn’t have the patience for at the moment. “I need to come.”
“Soon, love,” he whispered against my lower belly, pausing to press a chaste kiss over where our baby was growing inside me. Then he followed the sweet gesture up by gliding his hands down my thighs to spread my legs wider and diving right in to devour my pussy. My hips jerked, and he tightened his hold on me, keeping me still as he flicked his tongue over my clit. “I fucking love how wet you get for me. I cannot wait to drink down your orgasm before I sink my fangs right here”—his finger brushed the crease of my thigh—“and drink the sweet ambrosia of your blood, then thrust my rock-hard cock into your tight pussy.”
His sexy promise pushed me closer to the edge. “Less talk, more action.”
“I better give my demanding little mate what she wants,” he murmured, his breath hot against my pussy. His fingers teased over my folds as they glided up to spread me open. His tongue plunged into my core. Keeping it stiff, he tongue-fucked me until I was writhing with need. Then he licked up to circle my clit while he sank two fingers inside me. He timed the thrusts of his fingers with the flicks of his tongue over my clit until my body was strung tight, and I was ready to blow. “I’m so close.”
He had mercy on me and wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking hard before he gently bit down. I flew apart, screaming his name as my climax roared through my system. Just as the pleasure began to ebb, he sent me higher when he shifted to the right and sank his fangs into the top of my thigh. Exchanging blood during sex was one of my favorite things about being a daywalker. The intimate and sensual experience always sent me to new heights. When he finally lifted his head, I could still see some lingering wetness coating his chin, and his bright blue eyes burned with need. Rising to his knees, he wrapped my legs around his waist and notched the tip of his dick inside my entrance. “I need you, love.”
“Take what you want, Athan,” I offered, stretching my arms out to stroke his chest. “I’m yours.”
His hips slammed forward, and he filled me until his balls slapped against my butt. “Being inside you always feels so good, like heaven on earth.”
I lifted my hips to meet him thrust for thrust. “Because I was made just for you.”
“Mine,” he grunted as he hammered in and out of me. “Only ever mine.”
I moaned and swiveled my hips, gasping, “Yours.”
My admission spurred him on, and the pace of his thrusts became frantic. I writhed underneath him, already desperate for the next orgasm building inside me. He slid his hands under my butt and lifted me. The new position had his dick dragging against my G-spot with each thrust, and it only took a few thrusts before I flew over the edge again. My pussy clamped down around him, making him lose control too. His cock jerk inside me, and jets of come spurted against my inner walls.
“Fuck,” he bit out, dropping on the mattress beside me. He slid his arm under my back and rolled me onto his chest. “I meant to be gentler, but I have no self-control when it comes to you.”
I cuddled against him, rubbing my cheek against his chest before tilting my head back to look up at him. “I’m not breakable just because I’m pregnant.”
“I know, love.” He brus
hed a kiss against the top of my head. “But I’m still going to be careful with you while you’re carrying our baby.”
“You’re always careful with me.” I grinned at him. “Even when I make you lose control, you’re still aware of my limits.”
He gave me a tight squeeze. “Damn straight. No way in hell will I risk the greatest gift I’ve ever been given.”
Epilogue
Athan
Five years later
“I seem to remember receiving a whole lot of shit from you about the parties I held several years ago.” Silas was fake glaring at me, but he wasn’t quite able to hide his smirk.
“Get it over with,” I grumbled as I searched the ballroom for my wife.
“Does Stephan know you’ve been playing matchmaker, old woman?”
I shot him a droll stare. “What do you think?”
Stephan was a fucking workaholic these days. It was as though he’d simply given up on finding his consort. But having found my Selene, I couldn’t help wishing for the same happiness for my brother. So, I’d decided to take matters into my own hands. I’d thrown several parties this year and always contacted the council to ask them to invite plenty of unmated consorts. I also charged Selene with inviting human women. Plenty of undiscovered consorts existed in the world, and who knew where Stephan’s was hiding.
Apparently, Silas was only just now catching on to the purpose. Probably because I’d managed to make them seem like my wife’s idea. Since she wanted Stephan to find his mate too, she’d generously let me use her as my scapegoat.
“Where is he anyway?”
I shrugged, finally having spotted Selene standing by the refreshment table chatting with Thana and a young woman I didn’t recognize. She was nine months pregnant, and while her belly usually made me smile, my lips curled down at the sight of her on her feet. They were constantly swollen, and I didn’t like seeing her in pain.
“Give him a call and find out where he’s at, would you?” I requested before stalking toward my woman without a backward glance.
Selene smiled brightly when she noticed my approach, then rolled her eyes at the sight of my frown. She always accused me of being too protective, but I would do anything to keep my family safe, even if it annoyed my sweet consort.
“You shouldn’t be on your feet,” I groused.
She ignored me and gestured to the pretty, black-haired young woman. “This is Bronwyn O’Brien. She just moved here, and Thana and I have decided to keep her. Bronwyn, this grumpy stud is my husband, Athan.”
“I’m not grumpy,” I muttered while Bronwyn giggled, and crimson spots bloomed on her cheeks.
“Your wife and sister-in-law are too sweet. Unfortunately, I need to leave a little early. I’m sorry I won’t be able to meet Stephan or Kieran.” Kieran was home with Ronan and Elspeth because they were both sick.
Our son, Cassius, was spending the night with his grandparents, who were visiting. It had taken the birth of our son for Selene’s parents to accept they’d been wrong and seek Selene’s forgiveness. Once the fences had been mended, they’d thrown themselves into being the best grandparents.
Thana waved away her concern. “We’ll have you over for dinner in a few days. You can meet our little ones, too.”
“I look forward to it,” Bronwyn replied with a smile while blushing again.
My eyes drifted to the windows looking out over our grounds. It was nearly midnight. Practically morning for us, but as I’d immediately sensed she was human, it wasn’t safe for her to be roaming about. “Why don’t you use our driver? He can take you wherever you need to go safely.”
Selene slipped her arm through mine and snuggled into my side. “That’s a great idea, husband!”
Bronwyn shook her head. “Thank you, but the house where I’m temporarily renting a room is not far from here, and I could use the fresh air.”
I wanted to argue, but it really wasn’t my place. Besides, Selene and Thana did their best to convince her as well. Bronwyn, it seemed, was extremely stubborn. Something she had in common with my consort and sister-in-law.
Selene shot me a glare, obviously having been listening to my thoughts. I grinned and shrugged, receiving another adorable eye roll.
Thana offered to show our guest out, and I thanked her before sweeping Selene into my arms.
“You promised to stay off your feet if I let you come to the party, love,” I admonished her lightly.
She rubbed her belly and smiled sheepishly. “The twins were hungry.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I would have brought you food.”
“I didn’t know what I wanted.”
“You’re being awfully naughty, love. Are you trying to earn a spanking?”
She giggled, and that’s when I realized she’d been trying to rile me up on purpose.
I shook my head and changed direction, walking away from the tables and chairs and heading toward the hallway instead.
Since Selene was nine months pregnant, we’d become very creative with our lovemaking. And for some reason, it was unbelievably erotic for me to fuck my consort while she was round and swollen with our baby, or babies in this case. I’d also missed sucking on her milky nipples as her tits bounced in my face while she rode the fuck out of me. Honestly, it didn’t matter the situation, though; my desire for Selene only grew every day.
“Athan,” Selene laughed. “We have guests.”
“We won’t be long, love,” I told her as we left the party.
I was lying, and we both knew it.
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