Her Brother, Her Mate

Vincent skims his hands up my thighs, softly and sensually, making tingles erupt all over my exposed skin. His fingers grip the edge of my shirt and gently push it up, massaging my back with his knuckles. After he pulls my shirt over my head, he starts peppering k****s on my naked shoulders, straddling me from behind. I can feel his e******n pushing into my butt, making me lift my h**s and push it back into him.

A throaty m**n escapes him, pushing himself harder against me, his hands roaming under me, gliding across my skin and sending delicious tremors through me until his hand cups my s*x, his middle finger pushing between my folds over my clothes.

He teases me a little, pushing in from behind and rubbing the front of me. His other hand is massaging my breast, my n****e popping out of my bra and caught between his fingers as he tenses and loosens his hand. His hands are magical, making sparks erupt everywhere they touch.

He hooks his thumbs into my waistband, ridding me of the bottom half of my clothing, so I’m left in nothing but my bra.

Vincent grabs my h**s, lifting them so my butt is up in the air, my p***y and a*s fully exposed to him. He hums in appreciation, pulling my cheeks apart, opening me, and then blowing gently over my folds.

His tongue dives in, making me cry out at his assault. I can’t even think anymore because of the mind-blowing sensation. It’s like his tongue is shooting electric currents through to my depths, feeding this aching hunger inside. My walls start to pulse around his tongue as he invades, only pulling out to flick across my nub in a tortuous motion. My mind fogs and my toes curl, and I know I’m close to the edge. I want something more, though. I want him. I want him to pound into me from behind, hitting that spot deep inside me that sends me to heaven and back.

My walls flutter as I begin to reach my end, Vincent pulls his tongue from me and before I can miss his touch, he slams his rock-hard c**k into me in a violent motion, causing me to yell out in satisfaction. This was what I really wanted. I explode around him as he pumps vigorously in and out of me.

My o****m is pushed as far as it can go, making me shake and cry out in pleasure. This man is a f*****g god in bed. He is rocking and twisting his h**s while ramming in and out of me, and I’m soon cumming again. He knows every inch of my body, inside and out, and knows exactly how to fulfill every one of my desires.

I cry out into my pillow, gripping the sheets as a third o****m shakes me, only this time Vincent is cumming too, his pulsing spurts filling and spilling out and down my thighs.

We are both out of breath, and I’m panting hard when Vincent leans over, kissing my back to my neck, then nuzzles my hair as he catches his breath.

“I love taking naps with you, my fiance.”

I smirked, too tired to open my eyes, “You can take a nap with me anytime.”

Vincent pulls out of me, causing me to hiss at the sweet soreness from the pounding my p***y had just taken. My h**s fell on the bed and I was too tired to move. My eyes feel heavy, and my body feels weighed down in satisfaction. s*x was just what I needed before taking my actual nap.

I feel the bed shift as Vincent climbs off, heading into the bathroom. A few minutes later, a warm washcloth is cleaning me and I smile, though I’m too sleepy to open my eyes or thank Vincent for taking such good care of me. I love him so much.

“Goodnight my fiance,” Vincent whispers in my ear, kissing the corner of my mouth as I finally give in to my nap.

***

I wake a few hours later, slightly delirious and almost freaking out, thinking it’s late at night, but then I notice that the heavy curtains are drawn, giving the room the feel of nighttime. A small sliver of sunlight can be seen in the tiniest of cracks between the folds. Vincent must have closed the curtains to help me sleep better.

I stretch out, lifting my arms high in the air, and realize I’m now in one of Vincent’s shirts. It smells heavily of him, making me smile as I bring the fabric to my nose. I put on a pair of shorts and walked out of our room into the apartment.

Laura and Simon are cuddled on the couch watching some comedy and laughing together. The tattoo of Simon’s lips is uncovered on Laura’s neck, a sheen layer of ointment over it to help it heal. It’s a sweet idea, but I’m glad I didn’t go get it done with her. I’ve never gotten a tattoo and it looks painful. I like my ring much better.

I tip-toe into the office so as not to disturb the happy couple. Vincent is at the desk on the phone with someone but offers me a brilliant smile when his eyes land on me. He scoots his chair back and motions for me to come to him. He doesn’t have to tell me twice.

I crawled into his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“I’m going to let you go, my lady. Yes. I understand. I will tell her next time I see her. You as well. Goodbye.”

“Who was that?” I asked as he hung up the phone.

“Lady Delilah. She was calling to check on the progress of the investigation. She wants me to tell Elena to call her so they can schedule lunch again soon.”

“She and Elena are good friends,” I smiled at him. Elena is hard not to be good friends with. She’s very down-to-earth and wise. She’s great to go to when you need advice or just an open and trustworthy ear to listen to your problems. She couldn’t have kids of her own, but she has been a mother figure to many of our warriors over the years.

“They are,” Vincent agreed with me, “She tried to call her earlier but Elena had a crying Rosie and couldn’t speak much.”

I forgot that Rosie was with her grandparents this weekend. I should call Tommy or Elena and let them know I’m helping Carli with Rosie this week. I’m sure Parker will tell them about Carli. I can’t fill Carli’s role at the warrior center, but Elena can. Between Elena and Laura, Carli should be set to stay home and focus on herself for a bit.

Vincent still isn’t fully aware of what Carli is going through, though he suspected something was off while we were hanging out with them earlier. I took this opportunity to tell him all the events of this morning up until he joined us in the alpha quarters.

“Your alpha is good for her,” Parker says after I’m done. “Parker is a good man. I feel bad for hating him for so many years.”

I smirked at him, “Hated him for taking Carli from you?” I quirked my eyebrow.

He shrugs, “Not so much that. When I first met Carli she seemed very broken and withdrawn. When she told me what she was doing at my parent’s club, my heart went out to her since I was struggling so much with my family at the time. I saw Parker as part of the problem with her brokenness for a long time. It wasn’t until recently that I saw how good he really was for her. They seem made for each other.”

I laughed softly, “She groomed him from a young age, which helped, but they were made for each other. All mates are. That’s what we believe anyway. That the moon goddess destined us to be with the one made just for us.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“Does that mean you were made just for me?” he asks.

“It does,” I leaned forward and kissed his lips, “And you were made just for me.”

“Mmh, I like the sound of that. I will have to thank your moon goddess extensively for this great gift.”