Page 90 of Protecting His Vampire Mate

“Absolutely not.”

“Capes?”

“I’ll divorce you,” he told me, but his face was full of light and possibility. And it made my heart clench to see him so happy. “Also, we have unfinished business.”

I grinned at him, playing dumb. “Oh? Do we?”

He huffed a bit at that and kissed me. His lips were sweet and warm, and his body fit against mine perfectly. His kiss was gentle at first, but as my lips parted, it grew more urgent, dirty and demanding.

Lust ignited like fire through my body, stirring me to attention.

Fumbling with our clothing like teenagers, we managed to somehow get naked and into bed, with the covers around us. Bryan wound up on top of me. I could feel his hardness between my legs and I realized I wanted to feel him—all of him—the same way that I had made him feel me. I wanted him to make love to me.

“I want you inside of me,” I told him.

He grinned wolfishly at me. “You read my mind again.”

Then he kissed me again, rougher, demanding. My eyes slid closed as I reveled in the feeling of our bodies pressed up against each other. Somehow, he managed to grab the lubricant off the nightstand without my noticing, because I heard the cap pop, then his fingers were massaging my hole, lubing it up.

I let out a startled gasp at the unfamiliar sensation, but I relaxed almost immediately. I trusted Bryan. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.

Bryan pulled back, coated his fingers with more of the lubricant, then slid one finger into me. “The thing about being more of a bottom,” Bryan told me, as he found my prostate and massaged it back and forth with the pad of his finger with just enough pressure to cause me to gasp against his touch, grinning at me mischievously, “Is that I know what feels good.”

He slid another finger into me, which had me practically panting with need. The few times I had tried bottoming in the past, I had never really enjoyed it. I couldn’t relax properly, and it just hadn’t felt good to let another man enter me. But strangely—or perhaps not strangely at all—my body seemed more than willing to relax for Bryan. I was more than willing to let my mate enter me.

“Is this okay?” Bryan asked, watching me. He slid a third finger into my hole.

I nodded, grinning at him. “I think I’m ready whenever you are.”

Bryan pulled out of me, and I winced at the sensation of going from delicious fullness to sudden emptiness. But then he got between my legs, positioned his head over my hole, and slid into me slowly.

My breath left my lungs in a sharp exhale.

He paused, a few inches in, his green eyes filled with concern. “Still doing okay?”

The sensation was incredible. It was a keening pleasure, with just a hint of pain, and a wonderful feeling of fullness and warmth inside of me. A closeness. A feeling of absolute surrender.

I nodded like a madman, letting out a surprised bark of laughter that probably wasn’t very sexy, but fuck it. “Yeah.”

Bryan watched me, his eyes growing darker with his desire. “You feel amazing. Do you want me to keep going?”

I nodded wildly, and grabbed at his ass, needing him to thrust himself into me.

Even though he couldn’t read my thoughts, he seemed to know exactly what I was after, because he leaned forward, kissed me, and began to thrust deeper, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in, all the way to the hilt, setting a pace that curled my toes and made me want to come apart at the seams.

It was both tender and savage at the same time. Loving and primal. And I couldn’t worry, or even think properly, with him burying himself deep inside me, claiming me as his. I could only feel. It was only keening pleasure and need.

A familiar tension began to rise at the base of my spine, tightening my pelvis, as my orgasm approached. His thrusts became harder, more demanding, more urgent.

“I’m going to cum,” he said, right in my ear.

So fucking hot. I nodded wildly.

He thrust into me twice more, grabbing my hips, plunging himself all the way into me.

I let out a sharp gasp as I felt him pulsing, filling me up completely. I grabbed at my own rock-hard cock and worked myself furiously.

It didn’t take long. I was so worked up that my orgasm rocketed through my body white-hot and blinding, momentarily blotting out the entire world. I shot stream after stream of hot cum onto my chest and stomach.

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