Her Brother, Her Mate

Simone POV

“So you two really made up,” I ask Vincent in disbelief, “You’re okay now?”

“Yes, my love. Well, I think so anyway. Your brother did say he wanted to have a rematch, but if his love language is like your headstrong friend’s I’m guessing that’s an olive branch and not a death threat.”

I laugh loudly, “If he wanted you dead he wouldn’t ask.” I shake my head. Yes, Casey is a lot like Carli with the way he thinks and reacts when he’s mad. Not as headstrong, but he wouldn’t talk about kicking your a*s, he would just do it.

“You forgive me as well?” Vincent asks, kissing my shoulder after I finished changing into my new silk Christine Lingerie nightgown. I’m in heaven, and it’s more than just the gifts. Since coming back, Vincent hasn’t left an inch of space between us. I even opened the rest of my packages while sitting on his lap, slightly distracted as he rubbed his fingers delicately and sensually on my exposed skin. I don’t even think he means to be sensual. I think it’s natural for him. I used changing into my new nightgown as an excuse to change my panties as well. This man makes my body react to him without even trying.

“Only if you forgive me, Vin,” I turn in his arms and wrap my arms around his neck. His sweet breath washes over my face as he laughs softly in relief. His hands skim down the back of my dress, softly gliding over the silk and resting on my tush….and there goes another pair of my underwear. I can feel the lace front of my thong dampening against my thigh.

His soft, feather-light touches combined with the tingles from the mate bond are lethal. I melt against him and pull his mouth down to mine.

His skilled tongue massages mine in a delicious dance, making me m**n and whimper into his mouth.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

“You’re getting me excited, my love,” he whispers in my ear, his tongue flicking over my earlobe when he says ‘love’, and I almost combust right there.

“I’m already excited,” I m**n. I can feel his breathy laugh on my neck.

“There’s one last gift, though. Do you want it now or…..” he sucks lightly on my neck, and I squirm in need.

“After. Give it to me after,” I plea. I don’t want anything else but him right now.

Vincent pushes me gently until the back of my legs hit the bed. We crawl and scoot back to the center of it, Vincent’s mouth never leaving mine except for when he pulls his shirt over his head. My hands instantly go to his firm chest, taunt and flexing under my fingers as he moves.

“I love silk on your body,” he says, moving his hands over the smooth fabric of my h*p, “makes my hands just want to roam and explore.”

Do it, I want to scream. I want him to explore every inch of my body. My need for him is all-consuming and I can’t think about anything else.

Vincent pulls the smooth fabric up, exposing my soaked lace underwear. He m***s in appreciation as his fingers brush over them, “You’re always so wet.”

I can’t speak. My mind has turned to mush as my body is overwhelmed by his touch. My back arches and I start thrashing as his fingers pump in and out of me, twitching and curling roughly against my walls. His eyes glow as they hold my gaze. I’m unable to look away, my eyes on his are the only non-moving part of my body.

He wants to watch me come undone. The bond between us and demanding it. Demanding I show him the carnal need I have for him because his need for me is on full display. He is the only man that can satisfy this growing hunger inside me, and I can feel that it’s much the same for him.

My walls start to flutter, then pulse steadily as my o****m overtakes me, coating his skilled fingers and they continue their pursuit, drawing my climax out as long as it can go.

Vincent’s breathing is harsh against my skin. He wants me as desperately as I want him. He tears my underwear roughly, making me gasp, and pulls my nightgown over my head as I fumble to get his shorts down his legs with my pushing hands and then pulling feet. Before Vincent can thrust in me, I push him over, straddling him as my hands run down his tapered abs.

He’s at full attention, firm, and beautiful. I want to taste it, relishing the feel of his smooth, velvety head massaging the roof of my mouth but my body is in a frenzy for him to fill another part of me. The part still pulsing and swollen from his finger’s assault.

I slide down his immense length, Vincent hissing and bucking as he stretches me. I throw my head back, absorbing all the pleasure the connection brings me as my hands slide up my torso and I start pulling and kneading my own breast.

Vincent’s hands are on my h**s, directing and urging me as he slams up into me, meeting my body’s movements. This is what we both needed. This deep, almost spiritual, and carnal connection of our souls as we become one, filling all of each other’s deepest needs.

Vincent is growling and hissing beneath me, his desire overwhelming him as I cry out his name incoherently over and over again, rocking my body and riding him as violently as he is thrusting into me.

He lifts my h**s and slams them back down on him one last time, and I scream out my final o****m as he shoots his stream deep into me in pulsing spurts that seem to go on forever.

I collapse on his chest, a sweaty, panting mess. His hands smooth back my hair, massaging my back, then kneading my a*s as he grinds his h**s against mine, locking his seed inside me refusing to pull out. I don’t mind. Not at all.

“That was amazing,” I pant against his chest.

“Amazing. Mind-blowing,” he m***s, raining k****s on my face.

My eyes are so heavy, The relief from him being back safe, relief from us no longer upset with one another, and the relief my body feels after that intense passion has all my energy spent. I’m a relaxed heap on his chest as my eyes grow heavier and heavier until I pass out.

I wake up hours later, cleaned up, and back in my nightgown. He must have taken care of me. So stinking sweet. Vincent is cuddled into my back as he spoons me, his bare chest cool against my skin. I stretch out in his arms, flexing my muscles and absorbing the delicious soreness from the vigorous exercise we just had.

As my hands are stretched out above my head, the light from the bathroom hits my finger and a glint catches my attention.

A ring? There’s a ring on my left ring finger. Did I put rings on today? I don’t think I did. I bring my hand down to examine my finger, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes so I can see better. I’ve never seen this ring before in my life. The rose gold bands have small diamonds inlaid all around with a large oval cut diamond at its center. It’s gorgeous. The most beautiful piece of jewelry I’ve ever seen in my life.

“Do you like it?” Vincent asks huskily behind me, reaching his hand out and locking his fingers in mine.

“It’s beautiful, Vincent,” I exclaim in hushed surprise.

Vincent chuckles and places open-mouth k****s on my shoulder. “I can’t mark you as you did me. I don’t want to risk poisoning you or hurting you. I hope this can suffice in place of a mate mark. You are mine, Simone. Forever. I want everyone to know it.”

Did he get me an engagement ring because of our argument earlier today? “You didn’t have to do this, Vin.”

“Yes I did,” he husked, pulling me around to face him as continued staring at my new ring, “I want everyone to know you are mine. You will always be mine.”

“Is this an engagement ring?”

“It is,” he tilts my chin up, forcing me to look into his luminous eyes, “I want to be tied to you in every way, my love. I hope you feel the same.”

I lick my lips nervously, sucking them into my mouth before taking a deep breath, “Are you asking me to marry you?”

Vincent stares into my eyes for several more seconds, then nods, slowly, “I am.”

I squeal throwing my arms around his neck, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“You don’t think I’m moving too fast?” Vincent chuckles as he asks.

“I love you, Vincent,” I tell him as tears fill my eyes, “You’re my forever too.”

Vincent’s smile at hearing me say I love him makes my heart accelerate in my chest.

“I love you too, Simone. More than anything.”

Aiden POV

She marked him. She marked the f*****g vampire even though she refused to mark me.

When the ward’s alarm went off and I felt the pull of its magic, I took my stead and raced back to his sordid place of business. The painted black nightclub with its red lettering declaring its shameful intentions, Bloodlust, comes into view and I circle around in the air. I just left this place not half an hour ago. It was dangerously tricky getting in and out with so many workers around. I thought visiting a vampire nightclub during the day would be safe, but it was surprisingly busy with deliveries and employees getting ready for the evening.

After snooping around in his office, getting some useful information, I found a suit of his that smelled strongly of Mona in his cabinet. It infuriated me. Her scent should have never been shared with anyone but me.

I don’t know how, but the bastard somehow got out of the wards and was pacing around on the phone, clad in tacky workout attire instead of the dress attire I always catch glimpses of him in when he isn’t wearing the woman who should be mine.

She marked him, and the betrayal of her claiming him when she would not even consider me makes my b***d boil. He is a vampire. A f*****g vampire. I am so much more a better choice than some filthy b***d-sucking vampire with a seedy business and fancy clothes in place of muscles to defend and protect her. I could have given her the world but she chose him over me.

She lied. She said she found her mate and then marked him. Was she not playing cat and mouse with me? Was she playing with my heart instead? The betrayal I feel is crippling and I ride around stunned for too long. Cathal is there with him before I have a chance to do anything to him.

He needs to die. After he is dead I will force her to mark me the way she marked him. I should have never let her go free for so long. I will right this wrong. This never would have happened if I forced her from the start.

The documents I came upon in his office come to mind and a plan starts forming in my head. I can fix this and get rid of him if I play my cards just right. With all the precautions they are taking, I have to use my head and get to him using other means. If I can draw him out and capture him, maybe she will leave her protectors to save him. She won’t be able to, of course. He is a dead man for coming between me and my Mona.

I have to plan this just right. I can’t afford to mess up or get caught. I turn my stead around, retreating for now to plan my next move.