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 brushed 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
