Her Brother, Her Mate

Courtney POV

Casey has been amazing the past few days, especially with my overprotective, pain in the arse, can’t give me a moment to breathe, dad. Dad has always been overprotective of me, so he’s having a hard time coping with the fact I found my mate. It was one of those things we always talked about like it was in the distant future, like marriage or having kids, and he wasn’t truly ready to let me go when he found out Casey was mine.

Dad agreed to let Casey stay with me to ‘guard me’ while he helped search for the missing rogue vampire. Since the vampire woman seemed to want me dead to get revenge for a coven my dad destroyed back home, he’s trying to help as much as possible. It was dumb luck that the vampire thinks Carli is me. Uncle Thomas wasn’t publicly Carli’s dad for more than a few days. It’s definitely me they were after.

This is day 2 of being my mate’s captive, and I have no complaints. Well, maybe one.

“What do you want to do for lunch?” Casey asks me, rubbing my feet as I’m lying restlessly across his lap.

“You,” I smiled deviously at him.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Babe,” his eyes are disapproving but a small smile is playing on his lips.

I sat up to straddle his lap, “I’m ready,” I told him, kissing him softly, staring into his heated eyes.

“What if I’m not ready?” he smirks, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Oh, no. Am I putting pressure on my younger mate?” I gasped dramatically, teasing him.

“I’m just scared. I’ve never been with an older woman before,” he says in a husky voice, pushing my hair from my shoulders.

“I doubt that,” I laughed.

“I’m serious,” he scoffs, “Are you suggesting I was promiscuous? First you try to take my virtue, now you’re suggesting I was a floozy?”

“A floozy?” I giggle and shrug, “If the shoe fits.”

He laughs, hugging me around my waist, “Seriously though, I wasn’t like that. I’m not a virgin, but I didn’t sleep around.”

“Then sleeping with your mate shouldn’t be that hard for you,” I whined.

“Sleeping with my pure and perfect mate is. I want your first time to be special. Not in a guest suite with your dad lurking around.”

“My dad doesn’t lurk,” I argued with him.

“Oh, he lurks,” Casey scoffs, sitting up straighter, “The dude was in here watching us sleep last night.”

“He did not,” I rolled my eyes.

“He peeked in,” Casey retorts.

“You should have closed the door,” I argued.

“I didn’t want the man thinking I was defiling his daughter!”

“His daughter wants to be defiled already!” I shouted back, laughing at his defiant face.

“I had a plan though,” Casey muttered quietly.

“What plan?” I scrunched my face in confusion.

He pouted out his bottom l*p, making me want to lean forward to bite it, but I held myself back.

“I had a plan; for our first night. I had a hotel reservation at my friend’s resort yesterday, with strawberries and champagne, roses and a hot tub, but then the vampire escaped and I had to cancel it. I didn’t want to take you off our lands and risk your safety.”

“Sweetie,” I rubbed his pouty l*p with my thumb, “I don’t need an elaborate plan or hotel reservations. I just need you for it to be special.”

“But, still,” he continues to pout, so I lean forward and finally bite his juicy bottom l*p, causing him to growl with l**t.

Our kissing starts out slowly, but soon Casey grips the back of my neck, kissing me deeply, his lips softening then flexing repeatedly on mine in a slow, rhythmic motion. The unfamiliar tingles deep in my belly are making me shift in his lap, hunting for something to alleviate the tension in my core. I’m ready. I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.

I started rocking my body against Casey’s, my fingers tracing down his buff chest, traveling south to the hem of his shirt. I break away from his lips so I can pull it off his body, smirking at him as I toss it over my shoulder onto the floor.

“My virtue,” Casey gasps jokingly, crossing his arms across his chest as if to hide it from me.

“It’s all mine,” I smirked, pulling his face back to mine. Casey’s hands start to roam my body, ridding me of my shirt and bra in the process.

“Are you sure you want this now?” he asks me breathlessly, “I don’t mind waiting.”

“I do,” I told him as I started to undo the button and zipper on his shorts, “I do mind waiting, because I do want to do this now.”

A low growl vibrates Casey’s chest. He grips my body, then turns us so I’m under his weight on the bed. He flexes his h**s against me a few times, fondling my chest and his lips pulling against mine. His fingers are pulling and kneading at my n*****s, making me gasp and m**n into his mouth.

I’m a panting mess beneath him, unable to fully catch my breath as I struggle to keep up with all the sensations he’s giving me. His hardened d**k rubbing against my jeans is creating delicious friction against my wet, aching core. His hands on my body are sending sparks dancing across my skin. I’m arching my back, trying to mold my body into his so he can feel this delicious pleasure with me. If he can make me feel like this with my pants still on, I can’t wait for him to get them off me.

Casey’s mouth works down my neck, sucking tenderly on the spot I hope will soon be home to his mark, then continues south, placing open mouth k****s on my oversensitive skin. I gasp, arching my back, as his lips latch onto my n****e. His tongue twirls around, then he bites down softly, making me whimper.

His hands go to the waistband of my jeans, quickly and skillfully undoing the clasp, then lifting my h**s so he can pull them off my body, his mouth still wreaking havoc on my breasts.

When my pants are off, he sits back, taking in my naked body with heated eyes. I feel self-conscious and try to cover my p***y with my hands. Aunt Elena and Carli took me to get waxed a few days ago, and I’m still uncomfortable seeing my smooth folds. Casey g****s, pulling his d**k out of his shorts and moving his hand up and down his length as his eyes roam my body.

“Play with yourself,” he whispers seductively, “Show me what you want.”

“What?” I breathed in surprise, not sure what to do.

He chuckles softly, still working his d**k in his hand. The sight of him pleasuring himself while looking at me was making my p***y leak profusely. My fingers start to twitch against my s*x.

“I want to see you finger yourself, baby. Show me,” he says huskily, brushing his fingers down my leg.

I bit my l*p and hesitantly parted my folds with my middle finger, finding my clit and pushing down. His eyes blaze watching my movements, encouraging me to continue. I move slow circles around my sensitive button, moaning softly at the pleasure. It’s not so much my fingers, but his eyes watching me that make me feel so good. My h**s start to rock methodically with my hand movement, my eyes never leaving Casey’s wanting face.

His hand resting on my thigh glides up slowly, making my legs shiver. He slowly inserts a finger into me, and I gasp out in surprise.

“You’re so f*****g tight,” he g****s, twirling his finger around inside me. A second finger joins his first, circling slowly and pumping in and out of me at an achingly slow pace. My fingers on my clit become more fervent, seeking release from the tension.

Casey leans back over me, kissing my lips chastely, then moving down so his face is right over my s*x. He k****s my fingers a few times, making them cease their motion, then uses his nose to nudge them out of the way.

His lips latch onto my clit, and I’m seeing stars. I’ve never felt pleasure like this. He is massaging my swollen bud between his lips, sucking and pulling. His fingers started to pump harder, in and out of me. His tongue is lapping up my juices, diving into me between his fingers thrusting, tickling that sweet spot right at my entrance. My legs start to shake violently, my toes curling as my o****m washes over me. Casey doesn’t let up. His tongue and fingers remain relentless, making my climax ache as it lasts way longer than I think it’s supposed to. Why the heck would he want to keep me waiting any longer for this? This was….everything. My body has never felt so wound up and loose all at the same time.

His fingers ease out of me, but his tongue continues to lap up my wetness, working in and out of me, twirling into my depths.

“You’re so f*****g ready for me,” he m***s, sitting back up and looking down at his work. I’m still too caught up in the high of my o****m to feel embarrassed or shy.

Casey grabs a pillow from above my head, then lifts me slightly to place it under my lower back.

“Are you ready, baby? It’s not too late to back out?” he leans over me, his sweet breath, mixed with the smell of my arousal washing over my face.

“I want this,” I tell him, my eyes full of conviction and adoration, “I want to finally be yours.”

“You already are. And I’m yours,” he rubs his nose down my neck.

“I want to be yours in every way, Casey. I want this. I’m ready,” I m**n as he starts sucking on my marking spot.

I feel his smile on my skin. “I love you Courtney,” he says, pulling back up to look at me, “I love you so much already. I want you to know that before we do this.”

I smiled brightly at my mate. “I love you too.”