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I was still absorbing the knowledge that I was born to be Stephan’s consort—and what that might mean to me—as I muttered, “Why were they chasing me? I don’t understand why they targeted me when I’d never seen them before.”
Stephan gave me a comforting squeeze before explaining, “Nightwalkers hunt consorts because daywalkers can kill them. They don’t want any more of us to be born.”
“Wow. Okay.” I blinked a few times as my heart began to race again. “I guess I hadn’t put one and one together to get two yet. But I guess if daywalkers are born, and they can only feel desire for their consorts, then it only stands to reason that they’re made the, um...traditional way.”
He flashed me a smile of pure male satisfaction as need flared in his bright blue eyes. “Oh, yes, my dear Bronwyn. We will most definitely create our babies the old-fashioned way, and I’m quite enthusiastic to get started on trying.”
Sweet heavens, I was almost certain my ovaries just exploded, and he hadn’t even kissed me yet.4StephanI pulled Bronwyn onto my lap and placed my lips over her birthmark before inhaling her scent deep into my lungs. Her skin smelled like freshly picked apples, but the aroma of her blood made my mouth water and my cock so hard I nearly gasped in pain.
“You want that too, don’t you, angel? To let me claim you, have our babies, and be mine forever?” Her body trembled, and she swallowed hard. My fangs elongated, and I couldn’t stop myself from making a tiny nick and lapping up the droplets of blood that beaded on the surface. I groaned, and my hands clamped onto her hips, shifting her to straddle me until her pussy was pressed against the bulge in my pants.
Bronwyn’s eyes widened, and her mouth opened in a silent O. I took advantage of the situation and sealed my lips over hers. I let out a satisfied grunt when she immediately melted into me and twined her arms around my neck. I hadn’t given her the chance to answer me, but her body clearly knew that she was made for me. My tongue delved in to explore and taste, tangling with hers.
Desire saturated my blood, burning me from the inside out as it traveled through my veins and straight to my dick. The need to fuck my consort was nearly overwhelming. My brothers had tried to explain the fierceness of the hunger I would feel for my woman when we finally met, especially in the beginning. I’d thought I understood, but nothing compared to this.
Bronwyn moaned and pressed closer, pillowing her breasts against my chest. Her hard nipples poked through the fabric of her shirt and bra and my mouth watered at the thought of wrapping my lips around them. I finally released her mouth and kissed the corner before working my way down her neck. She gasped for air and dropped her head back, giving me more access to the delicate skin.
“Stephan,” she moaned as her hands threaded through my hair and clenched the strands while her hips moved restlessly against me. “What is happening to me?”
“Don’t be afraid, angel,” I soothed. “Just let it happen.” Her blouse had tiny buttons running from the top of her collar all the way down. I hoped she didn’t have a sentimental attachment to the article of clothing because I had no patience for the barrier in my way. I palmed her plump, round breasts and gently squeezed them as I gathered the fabric in my fists. Yanking hard, I tore the shirt open, and the little buttons flew off and scattered all about. Bronwyn gasped, and her hands moved to cover her chest, but I practically growled at her as I pushed them away and yanked down her nude silk bra.
Her big, full globes spilled out, and I zeroed in on one cherry bud, sucking it into my mouth and running my tongue over the sensitive tip.
Bronwyn cried out and thrust her chest forward as she moved even more frantically on my lap. Grasping her ass, I helped her work herself over my cock, pushing her toward a climax. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to see my angel come. “Let go, Bronwyn,” I demanded as I switched to her other breast. Pumping my hips up, I met her thrusts and used every bit of my strength to keep from spilling in my pants.
She writhed on top of me, panting and moaning with pleasure as her body began to shake. I raised my face and put it next to her ear to whisper, “It’s alright. I’ve got you.”
My words seemed to be what Bronwyn needed because she shuddered and cried out as she splintered apart. I leaned back against the sofa and watched as I continued to move her over my shaft, drawing out her climax as long as possible. “Fuck,” I groaned. “You’re gorgeous. I can’t wait to see you in the throes of ecstasy when my cock is buried in your tight, virgin pussy.”
