Page 19 of The Banshee’s Unmistakable Love

Silence surrounds us, making my heart beat faster and my palms sweaty. That action, paired with the aura he emits, makes this moment feel so serious. And I guess in a way, it is.

Meeting the parents is a big deal to some, right?

“I haven’t spoken to my parents since I saw them the week I came back to town.” His eyes return to me, the deep brown now dotted with sadness. “They aren’t big on the idea of humans mixing with monsters in a romantic sense.”

My heart drops to my stomach, launching a wave of nausea as I bolt upright. “Oh.”

“Briar, I chose—and will continue to choose—you. Every day for the rest of our lives. They can make the decision to open their minds and meet you, or they won’t, and they’ll miss out.” He pulls me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I stare at him with wide eyes. “You’d choose…me? Over your parents? Are you sure?”

He nods. “There’s no doubt in my mind. Besides, I’m sure they’ll come around one day.”

“But…” I pick at my cuticles subconsciously, my heart aching. “What if they don’t? Don’t you think you’d grow to resent me?”

He shakes his head now, his dark curls sliding across his forehead like coils of melted chocolate. “I could never resent you, Briar. I’ve known this day was coming from the moment my dad found out I had feelings for you, and I’ve accepted it.”

My nerves spike, but so does my arousal, which feels slightly wrong. It’s just…I’ve never felt as close to him as I do in this moment. I feel so chosen, so accepted.

The connection between him and his parents has suffered something like death, and it’s enough to trigger some sort of messed-up banshee attraction. As much as I hate to admit, it’s really turning me on.

“Zander, I—I feel connected, now even more than before,” I blurt out, my heart racing and my mind wandering. “Is it wrong that this is kind of turning me on?”

He looks at me through slightly narrowed eyes, but the way one corner of his mouth curves up settles some of my nerves. “Well, hearing that is making it turn me on, which is arguably weirder.”

I let out a laugh, my cheeks flaming as if I’ve cranked the heat. Every inch of my skin is on fire, dying to be soothed by the calming waves of Zander’s touch. Thankfully, I prepared myself for this—the convenient choice of a skirt.

Against the wishes of my nerves, I let my desires take the lead. My hips begin to swivel, grinding my pussy against his groin. His hands grip my hips, eyes darting between what’s happening and my eyes.

“Where’d you learn this, love?” he teases, his voice husky and followed by a chuckle.

Trying to maintain this weird confidence, I answer, “I’m doing what feels right…and I think it’d be right to feel this cock inside of me.”

His eyes nearly bulge out of his head for a split second, the shock of my words hitting him. It’s quickly replaced by a hungry look in his eyes, and his fingers grip my hips more firmly.

He begins to guide my motions, making me grind slower and harder. Every time my hips roll in a way that grazes my clit against him is agonizing. My pussy is practically begging for him at this point.

I slide off him, quickly reaching out to undo his zipper. He works with me, our hands frantically yanking to get the fabric off him. His boxers are quick to follow.

My hands move as if they have a mind of their own, sliding my thong down and off my legs before I straddle his lap again. My skirt splayed over us acts like a blanket. I grind against him again, letting myself get used to the feeling of him in a place other than my mouth.

My nerves have caught up to my arousal, my desire and my fear getting knotted together inside of me. I reach down, aligning myself with his cock and lowering myself.

Even though I’m literally soaked for him, my nerves are making my muscles clench to the point of resistance. The farther I lower myself, the more the resistance travels into the territory of pain.

“Love, this probably isn’t an ideal position for your first time.” Zander’s hands slide down from my hips, gripping underneath my ass. He picks me up, then makes his way to the bedroom. “Let’s get you comfortable, then all you have to do is focus on telling me whether to stop or continue.”

I nod as he lowers me onto the bed. We shimmy into the center, stripping off each other’s clothes while exchanging deep kisses. His words paired with soft, assuring touches makes my nerves fade away.

He guides me to my back, leaving a trail of kisses from my jaw to my hips. Along the way, he stops to tease my nipples, making them throb from the sucking, pinching, and rolling.

His lips graze my clit, sending electricity through me in a way that makes my jaw click, begging to open farther. My hips buck involuntarily as his tongue flicks out at my sensitive bud.

“Oh my Gods,” I moan, trying to maintain control of my hips as he repeats the motion a few more times quickly.

My thighs spread wider for him, and he takes the signal, moving his mouth lower. One of his fingers replaces his tongue, swirling over me as his tongue moves to plunge within me.

“Yes, that,” I cry out, threading my fingers through his curly hair.