Lustre of Twilight (Love Bitten)

“If you’re going to act like children, I’m going to treat you like I did when I changed your diapers,” I snapped. A second later, we were in my parents' kitchen, and I shoved my brothers forward. “Found my consort. I’ll call soon. Keep those two on a leash, would you?” I asked my mom, who was holding her mouth while her shoulders shook with laughter. She was used to our antics after half a millennium.

When I popped back into my living room, Narkissa was staring at the spot where we’d disappeared from. I returned to my seat, and her brown eyes slid to my face. “Hard to deny the vampire thing when I see stuff like that,” she admitted.

I chuckled. “I can cross that off my list of things to convince you of, then?”

Her expression turned wary. “I suppose. What else is on there?”

A wicked smile curved my lips. “I don’t think you’re ready to hear all of it. Let’s start with fate.”

Narkissa’s face scrunched, and she narrowed her eyes. “If you’re referring to the whole destined to be your consort-wife-mate-thing, you should probably prepare for disappointment. I didn’t let my mother force me into a relationship, and you—or anyone else—won’t be able to either. I don’t believe in fate and destiny.”

She looked at me expectantly, and I realized she’d finished talking, but I’d barely heard her because I’d been enthralled and unbelievably aroused at her show of fire. This girl...she was amazing. I’d obviously won the jackpot when fate assigned consorts.

“First, sweetheart,” I said tenderly as I brushed a wayward strand of her silky hair away from her face. “I will never force you to do anything you don’t want to.” I paused and gave her a second to absorb what I’d said before asking, “Do you believe me?”

Narkissa frowned, and I briefly worried that she might say no. I heaved a mental sigh of relief when she said, “I do. I don’t know why, but I do.”

I took her hands and gave them a soft squeeze as I smiled at her. “Thank you. Second, I think you do believe.” She opened her mouth, but I put a finger over her lips and winked at her. “You are obviously intelligent and sensible, but there is also a part of you that holds on to fairy tales and dreams, hoping they might one day come true.”

Without warning, I picked her up and settled her on my lap. With her knees straddling me, her center hovered just above my swollen cock, and I could feel her heat through the barriers. I was dying to slide inside her tight, virgin pussy, and it had my dick painfully hard. Slow, Jareth. Slow, dammit. To fucking hell with slow.

I grabbed her hip with one hand and cupped the other behind her head. “If that doesn’t convince you,” I rasped. “Your body’s reaction to me is proof that we were meant to be.” Then I jerked her forward so her center pressed against the large bulge in my slacks as my mouth crashed down onto hers.

She tasted as sweet as she smelled, like strawberries and fresh cream. I’d shocked her enough that by the time she realized what was happening, my tongue was already exploring her mouth, and the heat between her legs had intensified immensely. Her breasts pillowed against my chest, and her beaded nipples poked through the bodice of her dress. “Have you ever felt like this for another man?” I growled against her lips. I was making a point, but just the thought of her with another man sent a surge of possessiveness through me that nearly broke my control. “Tell me,” I demanded.

She shook her head.

I moved my hands to cup her ripe breasts and slid my lips down her jaw and neck, murmuring, “Have you ever burned this hot, sweetheart?”

“No,” she whimpered.

My mouth had reached her birthmark, and I kissed each spot, then returned to her lips while my hands tunneled under all the layers of her skirt to glide up her thighs until I reached her panties. I dipped a single digit inside and dragged it up her soaked center to circle her clit. “Have you ever been this wet?”

“No.” Her voice was breathless, and when I took away my finger, her hips bucked, chasing after it.

“Has your pussy ever ached to be filled, Narkissa?”

“Please,” she whispered. “I can’t take it.”

I kissed her again and rubbed the gusset of her panties before catching the material and ripping it away. She cried out, and I squeezed my eyes shut as I fought to contain my hunger for her. “I won’t take you until you agree to be mine forever, sweetheart. But I can give you relief and a preview of what it will be like when we finally come together.”