Her Brother, Her Mate

Carli POV

I don’t know what has come over me, but all I can think about is getting Parker’s d**k inside me in as many ways as possible, as fast as possible. I don’t know if it was the dancing, the romantic date he planned, or if it was just some sudden drive caused by the mate bond after a week of no action, but I’m f*****g going with it.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

I didn’t even have a drop of alcohol tonight, Parker encouraging me to stay sober in case we get the sudden call that Casey and Cathal found Aiden.

The drive to just manhandle and f*****g dominate Parker overcame me as he carried me out of the club in his arms. When my teeth sank into his mark, causing him to stumble slightly, I took full advantage of his delirious pleasure. I slid from his f*****g monstrously strong arms, kneeled down in front of him, and pull his pants down to his knees before he could recover.

He hissed as I flicked my tongue over his smooth tip, licking the bead of pre-cum that formed there, moaning at the saltiness of his taste. I grip his solid length with both hands, working his d**k as I suck his balls into my mouth. I love the way his legs shake slightly every time I do this. His m***s and hisses drive me to deep-throat his enormous c**k, flexing the walls of my throat to drive him wild.

“Carli,” he m***s in a warning. It’s been a f*****g week. I knew the first time he wouldn’t last long. That was part of the reason I wanted to suck him off first; so he could go longer for rounds two…and three….and four. The other reason was I loved dominating him like this. I loved watching him come undone at my mercy, completely controlling his body’s reactions.

I hallow out my cheeks, ignoring the throbbing in my jaw and sucking him as hard as I can as my head bobs back and forth, his huge d**k sliding in and out of my throat until I feel it flexing in my mouth. His hot spurts are thick, coating my throat as he finishes in my mouth.

“f**k, baby,” he hisses as I slide my head back, removing him from my mouth, swallowing everything he gave me while licking my lips.

“You have about 10 seconds to get me to the car and get hard again,” I warn him. He g****s, wasting no time pulling up his pants, fastening the button so they don’t fall down, then he hoists me over his shoulder as I shout in surprise, laughing at his hurry, and runs for the parking lot.

Parker unlocks the truck, throwing my body up into his back seat, then smashes his mouth against mine as he joins me. He lifts me to straddle his lap, then I quickly take back control, gyrating my h**s as I press my naked p***y over his bulge. Parker works my dress up to pool around us, then pulls his pants back down his thighs.

I m**n loudly, melting into him when I feel his shaft pressing between my folds. Our breath is fogging up the windows as we both pant and m**n, grinding into one another. Heated sparks dance across my most sensitive area until I can’t take anymore.

I lift myself slightly, and Parker positions himself at my opening, then he quickly grabs my h**s and slams me down, causing me to cry out in ecstasy. Parker’s hands pull at the front of my dress, massaging my t**s and popping them out of my dress.

His mouth closes around my n****e, teeth grading against the sensitive skin as he sucks hard, trying to siphon my milk from my drying ducts. I know he gets some when he sucks harder, moaning around me appreciatively. He was the one that wanted me to stop breastfeeding, but now he’s prolonging the process. I think about telling him, but feeling his elation and euphoria through the bond I decide to let it go. I caused him to have a hard week. If his pervy fetish brings him joy, I’ll let it go.

I rock my h**s against him, meeting his rhythmic thrusts. My legs start shaking violently as my pleasure reaches its threshold. f*****g amazing. This man’s d**k is a f*****g wonder. The places he reaches inside me are direct lines to heaven. The building inside me hits its limit, spilling over as I cry out in my o****m. I want to f*****g die by this man’s d**k. Dying from this overwhelming pleasure that shakes every inch of me. Parker is growling deep in his chest, my euphoria driving him to thrust up into me harder, rocking my entire body with each violent motion.

The familiar throbbing and tension in his legs let me know he’s getting close himself, his building tension about to be unleashed inside me. Suddenly, the realization of what that means hits me. If he cums inside me, I could get pregnant. I resolved myself not to get pregnant again. I didn’t want to feel like I was failing as a mom all over again.

Everyone around us has been picking up the slack for me, taking care of our daughter whenever I fail. I don’t want to burden anyone else more than I already am.

Right when I feel Parker tense under me, I panic and slide off him, right before his spurts shoot streams of thick seed between us, coating both of our bellies.

Parker g****s, leaning back to study my face, and I can feel his burning curiosity to know why I did that. Heat builds behind my eyes as I become too scared to tell him. I can’t tell him I changed my mind about having another baby because I would have to tell him why.

I’m scared of my reasons why. I’m scared of admitting that I’m a failure as a mom, and I don’t want to fail another child. I don’t want to be the reason my child suffers any more than I already am.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Parker asks, his fingers brushing down my cheeks as he combs my hair back, out of my face.

I shake my head as I drop it forward, burying my face in his neck before my tears can spill over. My momentary high is gone, and in its place, I can feel the darkness of my depression seeping into me again.

Parker knows. Parker knows me better than anyone and he knows that my mood has shifted. Guilt fills me knowing that our wonderful evening that he planned and tried so hard to make me happy with is going to be ruined because of me as I battle my emotions once again.

Parker’s arms wrap tightly around me. He starts to rock slightly, comforting me and showing me he still loves me, despite my failures.

I hate being like this. I hate the feeling that consumes me as my doubts and worries become too much. The darkness is suffocating, like I’m drowning in turbulent waters and can’t figure out which way is up to find the break in the water, freeing me, or at least allowing me to catch my breath.

“I love you, baby. I love you so much and you are going to be okay,” Parker chants to me, and I hang on to his words like a lifeline, using them to try and fight for that surface I just can’t reach on my own.

“I’m so sorry,” I cry out, “I’m so sorry you had to be mates to someone f****d up like me.”

“Hey, stop, Carli,” Parker growls out, and I can feel his momentary anger in the bond, deepening my guilt, “You are the best thing to ever happen to me. You are my everything, Carli. Don’t you dare apologize for that. Don’t belittle our love like that. You are my heart and soul, and these feelings you’re experiencing right now will pass.”

“How?” I sob into his neck, “I can’t do this, Parker. It hurts. It physically hurts and I don’t know how to fight this.”

“We will get you help, baby. We will find someone who can give you the tools you need to fight this, and I will be here for you every step of the way.”

Simone POV

“He said that?” I ask my mate, sitting across from him as he rocks Rosie to sleep. She is easy at bedtime. You can just lay her down and she rolls over so her cute little toosh is in the air and goes right to sleep, but Vincent insisted. Even a vampire can be charmed by this baby.

“I sent him the information on the woman who helped me get over my parent’s death. I held a lot of guilt for a long time thinking I was the one who actually killed them by betraying them. She’s an elemental witch Vivian Meyers recommended to me at the time, but hopefully, he still considers her help.”

I cringe thinking about Alpha Jared in a witch psychologist’s office. Maybe Vincent should have told him that she was not a wolf before recommending her, but I’m happy that he at least seemed open to getting help.

“Do you think he is still up there? He could be waiting all night.”

Vincent shrugs then rests his head on Rosie’s in a sweet gesture. I chuckle at him.

“Is she sleeping with us?” I ask him, feeling his reluctance to put her in her playpen now that she is asleep. His eyes light up at the question.

“Can she?”

“Usually no, but I doubt with your vampy senses she will be in danger of us squishing her by accident.”

Vincent makes a horrified face at the thought.

“We can put her playpen in our room if you want to do that instead. Just no baby-making of our own,” I shrug.

He smirks, “We’re still on duty anyway.”

I laugh rolling my eyes. “Okay, I’ll roll it to our room. Grab her blanket when you come in.”