Her Brother, Her Mate

We talked over dinner about our plans for tomorrow. We want to be ready for anything, and have the upper hand if their plans suddenly change. I called Vincent after getting home, and got the address for their hideout in North Miami. He wants to stay hands-off because of it being his parents. He keeps saying they’re too corrupt, and need to die too, and we get the feeling there is more to the story than just corruption on their part. He wouldn’t be so adamant about his parents dying if they were simply helping his aunt. Parker is grumbling while I talk to him, so I don’t push him too hard on the issue, so I can get off the phone quicker. The way Vincent rolls his ‘R’s’, especially when he says ‘corrupt’, still makes me swoon, and it’s hard hiding it with Parker glaring at me.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Uncle Nathan was the running joke for having such an attractive ex-girlfriend.

“She didn’t look like that in high school,” he tells us sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. They weren’t that serious, but he told me that when vampires set their hearts on someone, they have a hard time moving on. She eventually did, then I killed him after her ex-boyfriend killed the rest of her coven.

“It’s lucky Carli knocked her out before you and Courtney showed up in the parking lot at that party,” Elena muses, “She would have known in an instant that Carli wasn’t your daughter.”

“You’re going to have to wear a wig tomorrow, Court,” Casey tells her, “Maybe get colored contacts or keep sunglasses on all day. They might recognize you and connect the dots.”

She shrugs, “Easy. I’m just glad you guys are still letting me go. I didn’t want to sit here, missing your graduation,” Courtney tells Casey. Casey smiles at her, leans in and rests his head on hers.

“Don’t leave your Uncle’s side, though. Your dad has to act like Carli’s, so I’m having my parents sit with you too. Please don’t go anywhere alone.”

Uncle Nate is glowering at the love birds, making me smile. He was fun when he noticed their marks this morning. Overprotective parent is an understatement when it comes to him.

Parker and I only have a few hours left until the mate bond fully affects me. I’m nervous, but excited to feel what Casey and Courtney feel. Parker is sitting next to me, and he keeps rubbing my shoulder, rubbing my knee, trailing his fingers down my arm or cheek. Everytime he does, I swear I feel the faint tingles getting stronger and stronger. I know he is anxious for midnight too. Dad agreed to let us stay the night in my old apartment so we could have some privacy just in case we, (mainly me), couldn’t control ourselves when the mate bond hit.

I try to stay awake, but my eyes are fluttering closed before we’re even done with dessert. Last night’s excursion, combined with the adrenaline of today after only getting a few hours of sleep has done me in.

“Let’s get you to bed,” Parker leans over and whispers to me, shivers wracking my body at the feel of his breath washing over me.

“Finally giving in, huh?” I smiled, wiggling my eyebrows at him. It doesn’t have the full effect, since my eyes are so heavy with sleep. He just laughs at me, standing from the table and pulling me up with him.

“I’m getting her to bed or she’s going to pass out in the cobbler. Thanks for dinner, Elena. We will see you guys early in the morning.”

My dad gave him a hard look, “If you’re not here by 8, you don’t want me to go get you.”

Everyone else laughs, even Parker, as he leads me out the door and to my room.

“Are you going to shower for the 20th time today? Or are you going straight to bed?”

“Bed,” I told him, stripping out of my shirt and shorts, pulling on the t-shirt Parker just took off. “I’ll fall if I take a shower right now.”

“I could always stand there and hold you,” he smirks at me.

“I’m not 18 yet,” I mocked him, making him laugh.

“Close enough.”

“No,” I shook my head, “You made me wait this long, so we’re waiting. I’m too tired anyway,” I complained, crawling up my bed and sliding under the sheets. I missed my bed. So comfortable.

I’m almost asleep by the time Parker slips in next to me. The golden boy had to brush his teeth and tidy up my room before getting to bed. Heaven forbid he stepped on my discarded clothes or shoes in the morning. He pulls me close, tucking me in under his chin as I drift off.

I wake up when it’s still dark outside. I can still hear the crickets chirping outside from the crack in the bedroom window. That’s not what woke me up. The incredible, mind-blowing scent of peppery citrus washing over me is what made me restless, waking with a start. I’m no longer lying next to Parker. I’m on top of him, straddling him, and my nose is buried in his neck. Holy f**k, does he smell amazing. The tingles and shivers I’m getting all over my body make the ones I was getting last night seem insignificant in comparison.

I don’t know how I ever thought I could resist this. This overwhelming need to just melt into him, fusing ourselves together so we never have to be apart, is all consuming. He’s mine. My mate.

I’m licking his neck before I can stop myself. I need to taste him. I need to see if he tastes as good as he smells.

His throat starts vibrating against my lips and tongue as he laughs groggily.

“You smell so much stronger now,” he whispered. He runs his fingers down my back and back up my shirt, “Do you feel that?” he asks in a husky voice.

My body shivers from the skin on skin contact, my core dampening with need.

“f**k,” I hissed, moving up so I could claim his mouth, “How? How did you resist this?”

He g****s into my mouth, gripping the hem of my shirt and pulling it off me. I’m completely naked, a wreathing mess on top of him. Just touching him brings so much more pleasure than I’ve ever felt before.

Parker’s hands roam my naked body, making electricity dance all over my exposed skin. I almost came undone when his hands kneaded my a*s, grinding me against his rock-hard c**k. My eyes roll to the back of my head, ecstasy filling me as pleasure tightens in my belly. I need him. He is not telling me no.

I started kissing down to his tensed jaw, running my tongue over his rough stubble, across his adam’s apple, placing open-mouthed k****s down his neck to the spot I sure as f**k was about to sink my teeth into.

When I start kissing down Parker’s chest, he senses my intentions, leans up, grips my h**s and flips my body so my p***y is right over his face. I g*****d in satisfaction, hooking my hands in the waistband of his shorts and pushing them down his thick, firm thighs, freeing his massive e******n. Holy hell. Mouthwatering and perfect. Parker kicks his shorts off, then I run my hands up and down his thighs, making him shiver from the tingles.

He blows gently on my opening, making my legs shake right before he licks up my slit, sucking my clit in his warm mouth. I m**n as I work my hand up and down his length, licking the pre-cum from his tip. He’s grabbing my a*s so hard it stings, but in a toe curling, delicious way. He is not being gentle as he devours my p***y. His mouth is aggressive and dominating.

F**k that. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, pushing his massive d**k all the way down my throat and swallow, letting the walls of my throat contract around him, making him hiss.

“f**k, Carli!”

I gasped, pulling him from my mouth, watching my saliva glisten on his massive d**k. I smirk proudly, massaging his balls, brushing my finger gently up and down the sensitive skin underneath, then start sucking on his tip, twirling my tongue around him. I’m not smirking long. Parker starts flicking his tongue relentlessly over my swollen clit and sucking it roughly, pumping his fingers in and out of me in a torturous rhythm, and I shoot up straight, my back arching at the intense pleasure. I’m done. My body shakes with a mindblowing o****m and I can’t focus on anything but his diversion.

“That’s it, baby,” Parker cooed when I started grinding on his face, riding out the o****m.

F**k! That was….intense.

“Come here,” Parker tells me softly, guiding my h**s off his face, rolling us so he’s on top of me.

He k****s me deeply, making me whimper. I can taste myself on him, and it’s making me want to do that again. His tongue is my new favorite part of him. That magical, pleasure-inducing tongue.

Parker slides his hand between us, positioning himself at my entrance. This is it. This is what I’ve been throwing a temper tantrum over for the last week. Now that it’s about to happen, I’m nervous. This isn’t some meaningless hook-up. This isn’t a one-night stand with a tourist I’ll never see again. This is….this is it. This is going to be my forever.

“I love you, Carli,” Parker tells me softly, his droopy brown eyes meeting mine, so full of rapture and devotion. He then pushes softly into me, making me whimper and m**n with the fullness. This may be it, but this is everything. He is everything, and I know I won’t ever want anything more.

Parker pumps in and out of me gently, and the tenderness he is showing me feels so much more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced with anyone else. I’m grinding into him, matching his rhythm and movements. Parker’s warm mouth was moving softly against mine. I love him. I love Parker so much it brings tears to my eyes.

Parker k****s the corner of my mouth, then trails his lips down my neck to my marking spot. “I want to mark you, baby. I don’t think I can hold myself back any longer.”

I nodded against his mouth, and I could feel his smile. His tongue laps over my skin, readying me for his canines. I feel them elongate, and gasp as they tear into me. The momentary pain is quickly replaced with the greatest high. I cried out, my body shuddering as tears streamed from my eyes. Parker chokes with a sob, his teeth still deep in me. I need to mark him too. I need to make him mine.

I lick his neck, massaging his skin with my tongue and lips before I bite into his intoxicating scent. His emotions come rushing into me. His adoration and love, and deep, deep devotion, as well as his relief. He releases me as he cries out, stilling in me as he finds his own relief.

We’re finally connected in the most concrete, infinite way. He’s mine and I am his. Forever.