Her Brother, Her Mate

The tent is glowing from the inside, soft candlelight illuminating from tea light candles placed everywhere, even floating in the pool, along with magnolia flowers. Magnolias and eucalyptus branches are wrapped around all the poles, hanging from the ceiling and making the area look like a modern greenhouse.

The gazebo is dressed up in silk linens and pale pink accents, a string quartet playing softly off to its side. There’s a waiter dressed in a white waistcoat waiting patiently with a linen napkin hanging over his bend arm.

“This looks so glamorous!” I exclaim in excitement, Vincent kissing my nape and chuckling lightly in my ear.

“My fiance needed a night to relax and be pampered by her humble mate.”

“Where is this humble mate of mine?” I c**k an eyebrow at him, “The god-like mate I have knows how absolutely extraordinary he is. In every way,” I hum up at him, pecking his lips playfully, lifting my leg to rub the inside of his thigh.

“Your mate is humbled by the divine perfection of you. You make him just want to bow down at your perfect little feet and worship you,” he lifts his chin, looking down at me with seductive, hooded eyes.

“Oh, you are good,” I whisper, pressing my lips to his adam’s apple, making him shudder so, so slightly as sparks dance around our touch.

“You will be saying that so much tonight,” he smirks.

“There’s my humble mate,” I giggle.

Vincent leads me by the hand to the gazebo, where we are served a delicious scallop and greens appetizer. The crisp white wine tingles as it goes down the back of my throat, and I’m moaning with each bite of my food.

When our main course arrives, porterhouse steak with a blue cheese and garlic butter compote and fingerling potatoes, I’m in a whole new kind of ecstasy, thanks to my man. I can’t wait until we can leave pack lands safely so I can visit all of Vincent’s restaurants in person. All the food he has served me from his businesses has been exemplary.

“Where do we live after we can leave the packhouse?” I ask him, suddenly wondering about the future. “Do you want to keep living here because of Simon and Laura?”

“Well, Simon doesn’t normally live with me, love. This is usually a nine-to-five job for him. I would like to move us back to my condo downtown if that is alright with you. It’s close to my businesses and your parents.”This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Simon doesn’t live at your condo building too?” I ask, fixated on that one detail for now.

“No, no,” Vincent laughs softly, “He usually traffics to work like most Americans. He doesn’t live in my condo building, but he does live in an apartment over one of my other businesses. He will just move here to be with your friend and commute to work again.”

“They’re so cute together,” I smile thinking about my friend and her new vampire mate.

After we finish our meal, the string quartet leaves as the waiter finishes collecting our empty plates and setting dessert in front of us. The dessert is a delectable chocolate mousse. I look around the table in confusion, wondering why the waiter also took our spoons, that is until Vincent dips his middle and pointer finger into the martini glass filled with mousse and brings a chocolate-covered finger to my lips.

“What are you looking for, my love?” he croons in a velvety voice that makes moisture spill out onto my thighs.

“Absolutely nothing,” I hum around his fingers, sucking off the frothy dessert and twirling my tongue against the pads on each digit, our eyes dancing wickedly as I nibble their tips.

When the last musician leaves the tent, and the doors flap closed, I dip my finger into my glass, scooping out a decent dollop, then dropping it between my breasts.

“Oops,” I bite the corner of my l*p, fighting to keep the smile off my face as I push my chest towards him.

“Oh my. Let me help you with that,” Vincent purrs, kneeling down beside me, spreading my legs so he can pull my thighs toward him, forcing me to wrap my legs around him as he stoops down and runs his tongue between my mounds, lapping up the warmed chocolate and sucking lightly on my plump flesh.

I scoop out another finger full, tracing my finger along my collarbone to the crook of my neck, my mouth forming a small ‘o’ as his tongue obliges. The fact I went without underwear becomes very apparent as his bulge pushes against my naked flower, its thick nectar coating the front of his pants.

My heels dig into his back, forcing more friction between us as I continue to soak the front of him with my need.

“Seems you’re quite messy elsewhere, love. Let me help you with that too,” he whispers darkly into my ear, sending shivers down my spine as his head dips down, his fingers skimming my dress up to my waist. Vincent keeps his heated gaze on mine until his tongue dives into me. Then, his eyes roll to the back of his head as his lids slowly close, a hum of appreciation leaving his throat as he lapses up a whole different kind of a mess.

“So much sweeter,” he blows against my bud, then sucks it into his frosty mouth. My legs shake immediately. There is no slow build-up with Vincent. He can send me over the edge in a breath, he is that good, and tears are now filling my eyes as I fight against the pressure bursting inside me, trying to regain my composure. I feel totally at his mercy right now, the pleasure is that intense.

His tongue is torturous as it demands more and more from me, my throat growing sore from crying out my continuous o*****s.

“Oh, my love. Did you start a game you couldn’t finish? You look tired already,” Vincent murmurs wickedly, smirking up at me as his fingers continue to pump in and out of my pulsing s*x, elongating my last o****m.

“I think I just finished plenty,” I smile tiredly at him.

“Not even close,” he chuckles, he brings his arousal-soaked lips up to mine, forcing me to taste my juices on his tongue. I m**n, sucking his tongue gently, then licking mine across his lips. He growls hungrily low in his chest.

Vincent lifts me by my thighs, making me squeal, and carries me over to one of the lounge chairs next to the pool. I’m not sure how Lilly will react to us abusing the pool furniture like this, but I have no hesitations. I don’t care if people outside this tent can hear us either. Vincent made this space a little retreat for us. An oasis in the middle of all the turmoil around. All I can think about is how much I love him and I want him inside me right now.

I greedily tear his linen shirt off his body, poppy the buttons on it as I pull it from the center of his chest.

“Don’t ruin my new dress. I like it,” I tell him sternly, my voice heavy with desire.

He chuckles softly. “I’ll buy you a new one right away,” he promises, ripping the fabric down its center with an elongated, sharp nail that quickly retracts back on after tearing through the last golden thread.

“My shoes?” I pout playfully.

“Will be safely wrapped around my neck for the time being,” he husks, shifting his pants down enough to expose my favorite part of his body to me. Well, one of my favorites, next to his tongue.

He holds my leg to his chest with one hand as his other works up and down his length, watching me as I squirm with need beneath him. Then, he slowly pushes inside me, filling my pulsing core to the hilt, rotating his h**s, massaging all around the inside me. On his second rotation, I already feel the beginnings of the damn bursting; the tingling cracks at the edge of my pleasure.

Vincent pulls out of me slowly, circling as he goes, then slams back into me with brutal force, his pelvis slapping deliciously on my a*s, sending vibrations through my core.

Relentless. Vincent is so amazingly relentless in the pleasure he gives me. I don’t even know if he is trying to take anything for himself, he is giving me so much. By his guttural g****s and sharp intakes of breath, I can hear the evidence, but my body is humming too violently to see the look of carnal bliss on his beautiful face.

I also miss the set of eyes watching us both through a crack in the tent.

Aiden POV

“They just had s*x and skinny-dipped for a few more hours, then put robes on and went back to their room. He carried her up as she hugged her shoes to the chest. Left a huge mess for us by the pool,” the woman who plays the viola in the quartet employed by that bastard grimaces and makes a face filled with disgust. I wonder what kind of mess was left for her to be reacting like that, but I can guess.

The vampire was going to die. It was just a matter of time. If it weren’t for that new wolf, the one that smells similar to Mona, I could be monitoring them on my own. He is monstrous in his abilities and knowledge of Miami and my kind. If he wasn’t so pale I would think he was a local wolf. I wonder why he is so determined to find me? It seems personal to him as I watched him from above. Now, I have to stay hidden like a f*****g rat and force others to do my dirty work.

The b***h here is only here because she wants to taste fairy b***d. Our b***d filled with magic is like a drug to vampires, and this slut seems like a junky with her need for it. I’m laying in the loft of her apartment she shares with her brother, playing house with her while she f***s and drinks from me when she wants, all so I can hide and have someone else do my bidding.

She wasn’t the only name I found when studying the files in the vampire’s office. There was a file for employees he was keeping tabs on for their b***d habits, causing minor problems for their kind and the new counsel over the supernatural. There was also a file for disgruntled employees and another for an ongoing lawsuit with a couple of them.

I’m good at retaining information. It’s the messenger genes passed down from my father. I can even remember every detail in his folder marked medical bills. I’ve had to get creative with my pursuit of Mona, trying to finish this game of chase the way she wants me to. She made it more challenging with the resources her pack and the vampire bastard have, but I will still win in the end.

“Did you get any more information on her friend? The one who she is always with?” I ask the slut who is currently grinding in my lap, lapping at the b***d trickling from the bite on my neck.

She lips her lips and fangs, and I have to resist the urge to gag. I really hate vampires. “She’s been admitted into a hospital. My brother didn’t say much, but he did mention that her child is staying with the alpha’s parents. I guess my brother and everyone else were nervous because the previous alpha and luna have a bad reputation. With the current luna in the hospital, my brother was there and thinks that the previous luna will make her situation worse.”

“Does the current luna not get along with her mother-in-law?”

The slut grins mischievously, “You don’t know? It was quite scandalous. Even I knew this from years ago.”

“What?” I huff, trying to keep the annoyance from my tone.

“The luna and alpha are step-siblings. It was the talk of the town for a while. The previous alpha is this alpha’s father, and the previous luna is the current luna’s mother.”

“What?” I smile wickedly, thrilled to learn this little bit of gossip. I don’t know how I’m going to use it yet, but I’m sure there is a way.

She giggles and nods proudly, like telling me this was some great feat on her part. “When I take my brother more clothes tomorrow, I can try to find out more,” she smiles up at me.

“You do that, and I will reward you greatly,” I tell her, pushing my limp d**k against her. Even soft, it still made her m**n in want.

I thought I would be unable to do much more when my pegasus died on me two days ago. It was a feat getting back into the city from the swamps where I left its body for the gators to dispose of the evidence of his death. I can lie and say he flew away when I eventually do go back home, my Mona bearing my seal by my side.

My luck seems to still be with me, first in finding one of the vampire’s guards has a junkie of a sister and now finding this bit of information on Mona’s best friend who seems to be a bigger obstacle than the vampire. Her and her alpha mate.

I close my eyes, laying my head back, and imagine it is my Mona begging for my d**k right now, and not the b***d slut currently high off my b***d. Picturing her pouty lips and molten eyes as I choked the air from her lungs makes my c**k jump to life as images of what will soon be flash beneath my eyelids.