Page 17 of Brewster

“Make us naked, Calla Lily. I want to feel you against my skin. Take our clothes now, Calla Lily, my love.”

He was naked. Just like that, his cock was hard and straining from his groin. His body was hot and hard for hers. His fangs dropped, and hunger surged throughout his body. Slowlymoving his palm along her thigh and up the curve of her, Brew savored the feel of her skin, the warm silkiness of her as he brought her back to his chest.

“Brew, please, I hurt with need. Let me touch you, to feel you.” Calla Lily was practically riding up on his shoulder, she had leaned up so high. It was all he could do to keep her there, to hold her for his exploration. Slowly, he moved her down his chest, bringing her breasts to his mouth before he let her go any further from behind. He cupped them both and nearly came when she licked the tips and then bit down on his finger and suckled. Leaning over her, changing her position to where she was facing him, Brew knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer.

Hungrily, he fed at them, her nipples first, then her whole breast. They tasted ripe and full, her nipples hard pebbled in his mouth. Brew scraped his fangs over them and wanted to bite her, to taste her there feed from her. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, it freed his hands to cup the heavy flesh and bring them both to his mouth to suckle. Her pussy curved around the tip of his cock, wetting them both with her juices. Her small moans and growls were doing things to him he’d never felt before. His blood stirred and heated his body to the point of near pain for her.

With her legs around him, Brew lowered them to the lounge. He wanted more than anything to turn her to her belly and plunder that sweet ass of hers, but the need to be deep inside of her wet hot pussy was driving him to the brink. Her scent, strong with her own need, was making him as close to the edge as he’d ever been in his life.

“Bite me…Christ, I’m so close to spilling my seed inside of you. Feed from me over my heart, Calla Lily. I’ll…I will feed from you when we come. I want to mark you, make you mine, but if we don’t hurry, we’ll—Calla Lily, baby, don’t do that, not yet.”

She was suckling at his nipple, her teeth, her fangs he could feel now were just to the point of breaking skin, almost but painfully not yet. Brew could feel his heart pounding as he reached for the dagger. The dagger of his family, the one that would make them one.

Brew was of Royal blood, as was his entire family, and he, too, had used this same blade to bond him to Calla Lily. With this, there was a ceremony where they used a family heirloom, a jeweled dagger and, cut a vein over their hearts, and drank from there. This exchange was more of a ritual than a need, but it was still practiced today, especially by the pure-blooded vampires as he was.

With the dagger in hand, Brew sat up and looked down at her. Calla Lily was his mate, his life, and he wanted her consent, not this forced way of taking her. He would take her anyway, but he wanted her to say she wanted him as well.

“Calla Lily, I need you to want this as well. I want you to tell me that you will willingly take me as your mate, please. I don’t want this to color our future together.”

She stared at him for a long moment, and then she sat up on her elbows. Her need was still in her eyes and her body, but she was looking less needy and more scared as the seconds ticked by.

“What will happen? I mean, between us when you use it? Where will you use it? Tell me so that I’m not surprised when you do.” He explained it as best he could while still feeling like his body felt like it might explode from need. “Then what? You put it away for our son to use on his mate? I’m not full-blooded, so he might not be full-blooded.”

“Ah, but I am, and he will be because of the blade that I bring onto your flesh. I will drink from your throat, and you will drink from my breast, just there over my heart when I cut me.” She asked him if it would hurt him. “Never. I won’t feel it because you’ll be drinking from me while I make love to you. And thatwill be what makes us become one for all time. Nothing will kill us, nor will anything be able to destroy our bond. I will love you forever, my darling, Calla Lily Smith.”

“Do it then. Take me and allow me to feed from your heart so that all I have will be yours and you the same for me.” Brew took the knife in his fist and sliced it across his chest, just over his heart. He felt the pain of it, and his blood began to flow from the wound, but he didn’t try and stop it. He leaned down, dropping the knife on the floor beside the bed, and looked her in the eyes.

“I want you to drink from me because you want to. I want you to be my mate because you need me as much as I need you. Love me as much as I love you. If you don’t, if you’d rather leave me now, then do it. I’d rather bleed out than to force you into something that I know we will both would forever regret.”

Brew rolled to his back and threw his arm over his eyes. If she left him now, he would die. He wasn’t being dramatic. He was being honest. Honest with her as much as he was himself. He couldn’t do it, couldn’t make her be his mate, not if it would cost them to trust.

When she licked his wound, he nearly came up off the bed, taking her with him. Then she settled over his cock, riding him while she drank greedily of him. When he pulled her hair from her throat, licking the path from her shoulder to her pounding pulse, he bit down hard on her, and her richness filled his every pour.

Then, the magic poured over them both.

~*~

She woke when the sun was pouring through their window. She didn’t know the time. It could have been evening or morning, but her entire body ached. The sheets were covered in blood, and her pillow from her side of the bed was all over the floor, with feathers floating all over the room. Sitting on the side of the bed, when she realized that Brew was on the floor, she got up andtiptoed her way to the bathroom to see if she could figure out if she was wounded or not. Her body was too covered in blood.

Taking a long shower when she only wanted a short one, she was reaching for a towel when Brew joined her in the stall. He, too, was covered in blood, but he was different than he’d been before. He seemed taller, his body fuller than it had been. He pointed out to her that she was the same thing, not fat, just bigger than she’d been.

“Your breasts are larger, for sure. Your skin, I’ve noticed, is silkier and smooth. But I think it’s your hair that has changed the most. It’s black, shiny black with a single white streak like my mother and sister had in their own hair when they were changed. My mom said it was her badge of honor, marking her as a mate to a strong vampire. And he was, my father, the strongest that there was.”

She looked into the mirror and liked the streak. Calla decided that she was going to make sure that it showed up in every time she changed her hairstyle. It would be something that she’d show off. Calla told him what she was going to do from now on.

“I don’t think you can cut your hair. I don’t know why that’s in my head, but my family never could. Maybe it’s supposed to be a mark as well, something that people would notice about you and not fuck with you. Will you hand me the shampoo?” They’d been taking so many showers that they were going to have to get stock in shampoo and soap. Laughing when she handed him the last bottle they had, he said that it was kept in the linen cabinet in the hall. She went out there after wrapping the towel around her. “Hang on, Sirous is talking to me.”

Since willing their clothing away was so easy, she willed herself into a nice summer dress with daisies on it. Then, rethinking that, she made her have one on that was covered in tiny little frogs.

She had no idea why she liked the little creatures, but she wasgoing to see if she could find some to put in their gardens with their gnomes. Also she was going to see what kind of help they could be in the garden as real creatures. She went downstairs from their bedroom, not remembering how they got there, while Brew spoke to his friend. Calla was just in time to see that Hattie and Landon were going home for the day.

“I’ve left you some sandwiches in the ice box for you. There are also cold salads that you can enjoy. There is cold wine in the same place for his majesty and a pitcher of water should you wish some.” She heard her calling Brew by his majesty but didn’t get a chance to ask her about it. “I also put you some cookies in the cookie bin in the pantry. I have to tell you it’s nice having such a well-stocked kitchen for a change. The workers said they’d come back tomorrow to make sure that you didn’t have anything else you wanted to change. I believe the house is now finished, and they’ll be working on the greenhouse over the next couple of weeks to finish that off as well.”

“Mistress, I have hired you a secretary. She has started today with your calendar. There are things that she wishes to talk over with you soon.” Calla asked why she needed a secretary. “You are Mistress of the Vampires now and will need to coordinate things so that you and the master vampire can work well together.”

“I don’t understand.” She looked at Brew when he entered the room with them. After telling him what was going on, he said that Sirous had told him the same thing. Also that he’d felt the bonding of the two of them. “I still don’t understand. He said that you were the Master Vampire. And that I was the Mistress of them. I thought you said it would just give us magic.”

“It did, my lady. All the magic of vampires, and you are the master and Mistress of them all.” Landon bowed before her and Brew. “It is a great honor to be able to work with the two of you in your new roles of the king and queen of your kind.”

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