My nails dug into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood, but that only seemed to send him closer to the edge. Picking up the pace, he hammered in and out of me like a man possessed as his mouth toyed with my breasts. I felt each tug of his lips deep in my core, and the sensation combined with the shuttling of his cock in and out of me sent me spiraling out of control in no time at all. “Liam! I—oh—so good. Yes! Oh, yes!”
“That’s right, darling. Give yourself up to the pleasure. Come for me.”
I flew apart at his command, my cries of completion echoing off the walls as he bellowed my name. Burying his face in the crook of my neck, he sank his fangs into my artery and sent me flying even higher. Then he anchored himself deep, and I felt the hot jets of his come filling my pussy to overflowing. “Fuck yeah, Amaia. That’s it. Milk every last drop from my body, darling. Yes! Fuck!”
Liam had been right. Nothing was more beautiful than seeing my man come—and I was a lucky, lucky woman because it was a sight I would get to see for the rest of eternity.
4
Liam
It was twilight when I opened my eyes to the soft glow of our bedroom. I looked down at my darling consort and wondered if the glow might be coming from inside me. As cliché as it sounded, I’d never felt such happiness or contentment.
A tiny bit of guilt trickled into my veins when I thought about the years I’d assumed my mate died. If I hadn’t been such a stubborn asshole and listened to my family, I might have found Amaia years ago. Especially since she mentioned attending Bancroft events—oh, shit, I mentally groaned. I was going to have to thank those bastards, wasn’t I?
Amaia shifted in my arms, and my body stirred. I was tempted to wake her with my mouth between her legs—I already knew this was going to be my favorite breakfast—but I’d kept her up a good portion of the day. She’d also been a virgin, and I told myself to let her pussy rest before I broke it in a little more.
I sighed and snuggled Amaia closer to me, ready to fall back to sleep when a thought occurred to me. Well, fuck. It was Christmas Day. There was no way in hell I was going to let our first Christmas together simply pass us by. We would remember the day we found each other every year for eternity. I wanted the memory to be a spectacular one, and there was no better excuse for that than Christmas.
A glance at the clock to check the time was useless because nothing was open on Christmas Day. Then again, I was used to getting around the standard hours that most businesses kept. Daywalkers got their name because the sun didn’t turn us to ash like other vampires. But that didn’t mean we couldn’t get a bitch of a sunburn on our very pale skin. Plus, with light eyes made for seeing in the dark, daytime was just too bright. So, our lives were mostly nocturnal.
Judging by the darkening of the room, the sun was almost below the horizon, which meant I didn’t have a lot of time. I’d worn Amaia out, but if she’d been living with Marshall and Everleigh and adapted to their schedules, it was likely Amaia wouldn’t stay asleep for too much longer.
Gingerly, taking every care not to wake her, I reluctantly slid out of her arms and climbed out of bed. Then I quickly showered and threw on a pair of festive red pajama bottoms that I conjured up since I usually slept nude.
As I made my way down to the kitchen, I checked in with my mom to see if she was awake. She immediately answered my mental nudge. Liam, sweetheart. What are you doing awake? Are you going to spend Christmas night with us?
Not this year. But I promise to be there from now on until I have little ones of my own. Then you’ll have to come to us.
Unsurprisingly, my mother remained silent, and I couldn’t help grinning. A comment like this—from me—was probably something she’d never thought she’d hear.
Us…
You heard me right, Mama. I found her. My mother’s excitement was palpable through our mental connection, and I could easily imagine her jumping up and down and clapping like a...well, a kid on Christmas.
Liam, my boy. I’m so happy for you. And what do you mean you won’t be coming for Christmas breakfast?? I want to meet my new daughter-in-law!
I found her yesterday, I thought dryly. We’ll be a little busy today…
Oh...right. Well, how about Christmas dinner?
We’ll see. I understood my mother’s wish to meet my mate, but I wasn’t sure I’d be ready to share her by the morning.