ETHAN’S MATE (Book One: The Vampire Coalition) (7 page)

She felt his wet finger slide into her virgin ass. It
was tight and it hurt, but the erotic pleasure of it overcame the
pain. He was fucking her from every angle. Every motion was in
sync. The laving of his tongue, his three aggressive fingers in her
channel and the fast and furious one pumping into her ass.

It was so much… too much… too fast… too much feeling.
Her body was on erotic sensation overload.

She felt the magic swirl around them like a high
force gale.

And then it struck. Her climax gripped her body like
never before. She was moaning around Ethan’s cock as he pounded her
mouth.

She felt him tense as he emptied his violent release
into the back of her throat. It shot with such force that she never
even tasted him. It spurted deep into her throat in forceful
spasms, causing him to grunt and growl into her pulsating
pussy.

He sounded like a wild animal.

And she felt like a caged lioness.

Her fingernails curled into her palms, drawing blood,
as her orgasm continued to rock her body. She thrashed against her
restraints as Ethan continued to slam into her from all angles.

Too much… too much.

He pulled his cock from her mouth and she screamed,
crying his name over and over. She was completely undone.

No more… more… no more… how much could she take?

Just as she was sure she was going to lose her mind,
Ethan swung around and covered her.

Their bodies slid together, both slick with sweat and
oils. She locked her passion glazed eyes with his, which were still
glowing red.

She was exhausted and spent, but her body still
craved his possession.

“Mine.” he gasped as he brought his mouth to hers.
His hands slid over her breasts as his tongue captured hers. Their
essences flowed together as tongue met tongue. The fluids of their
orgasms combined together to make a unique taste that was an
aphrodisiac to them both.

Brianna’s desire was instantly rekindled. Ethan’s had
never died. She felt his cock, hot and hard against her thigh.

His hands worked her breasts with just the right
amount of pain and pleasure, plucking and stroking her nipples with
erotic, passion-inducing strokes.

“I have to fuck you, Brianna. I need my cock buried
deep inside you,” he panted in her ear, his breath hitting the side
of her neck forcefully as he tore his mouth from hers.

The words spiked her need. “Yes, Ethan. Take me.” She
was nearly choking on her words, her need to have him inside her
leaving her breathless.

“Everyone will see us joining. I have to take you
hard so that they know you are mine.” One hand left her breast to
slide down and grasp his burgeoning member. He slid the head along
her clit, making her moan from the friction on the hypersensitive
bud. Her whole body felt erotically overwhelmed, her senses on
overload.

Erotic images floated through her mind, brought on by
the knowledge that many were watching Ethan claim her. She wanted
them to see him take possession of her body. Watch him claim
her.

“Yes, Ethan. Make me yours.” Her breath was coming
hard and she was mindless with wanting.

His placed the head of his cock against her aching
opening and thrust, completely burying himself inside of her. They
groaned together, the fusion of their bodies blissful to them
both.

Ethan didn’t start slow. He fucked her like a man
undone, stroking fast and furiously.

Their bodies slid together, burning skin to burning
skin, the oil and sweat making their movements an erotic slide.
Ethan cupped her buttocks and brought her hips up to slap against
his forceful moves.

She was helpless, completely lost in his possession.
Her head thrashed, her hands curling in a death grip against her
palms and the restraints.

“You’re mine, Brianna. Mine. Always mine.” Ethan was
panting against her neck. She could feel his mindlessness, his
driving desire to merge them completely.

His body slammed into hers roughly, his cock buried
completely with every hard stroke. Faster… stronger… faster. His
hips were jerking hard, pulling her to meet him. They met with such
a force that every coming together was a loud slap of skin against
skin.

Ethan bent his head and buried it into her neck,
sinking his fangs into her tender flesh. She felt a flash of pain
before the erotic, sensual sensations swamped her.

Although she knew it was going to happen, the
eruption of her fangs from her gums startled her. It brought a
feral hunger for Ethan that had her burying her newly sprung fangs
into his shoulder with an almost violent strike.

Ethan jolted, but she knew it wasn’t from pain. He
was overwhelmed with the same feelings she was experiencing, the
drawing of each other’s essence intoxicating to them both. It was
carnal and wild and they continued to feed voraciously as they
strained toward climax.

When they detached their fangs, they were completely
lost. Ethan stopped her bleeding with a swipe of his finger. It
took him a moment to remember to stop his own. She licked the drops
that had escaped.

Brianna was dizzy, senseless. She knew her climax was
coming, building in intensity, the clenching sensation in her gut
warning her that it was going to hit her violently.

It battered her with spasms so deep that she tried to
arch her back. She threw her head back and screamed as it buffeted
her. “Ethan, Oh God. Ethan!”

Ethan did arch his back, strong and hard, as he
buried himself deep and was held there by her constricting walls.
Her spasms enfolded his cock, constricting and releasing, forcing
him to orgasm.

“Mine.” He growled and snarled as he released himself
furiously into her hot depths.

She was drowning in pleasure, nearly paralyzed by the
pulsating of her body. The pressure lightened, but her body was
trembling, and she felt like she was floating.

She felt Ethan’s body relax as he released her from
her bonds. He gathered Brianna into his arms, wrapped himself
around her.

His soul had settled and found its place.

They trembled together as they held each other
tightly. Ethan scooped her into his lap, looking at her anxiously.
He took her palms into his hands and swiped his fingers over the
bleeding punctures that she had caused with her nails. When he was
done, she wrapped her arms around his back.

“It’s over.” Ethan panted, sounding relieved.

“It was incredible,” she mumbled, spent and
exhausted.

Her vampire smiled and her heart melted. “You’re mine
forever.”

She gave him a weak, exhausted smile. “You know… that
should be terrifying… but it’s not.”

“My brave mate” He kissed the top of her head.

Her senses returning, she looked around the room.
“The magic is gone.” The swirling magic she had felt throughout the
room had diminished, leaving only a contented peace.

Ethan gave her a wicked grin. “My love, the magic is
just beginning.”

She knew that he knew exactly what she had meant, but
she smiled. She could never resist that naughty grin.

“I do believe you’re right.” She lowered her head and
gave him a tender kiss.

Ethan arranged the pillows and they stretched out
side by side, Ethan spooning her close to him, his face buried in
her hair.

He covered them with a blanket, conjured with his own
magic.

They both fell into an exhausted sleep, deeply
content that they were finally mates, finding their real home in
each other for eternity.

Epilogue

It was, of course, an evening wedding, and it was
spectacular. Ethan made it a fairy tale affair that would fulfill
every dream a woman could ever have about the perfect wedding.

The bride was radiant in ivory and lace. She walked
down the aisle on scattered rosebuds in a huge cathedral that
housed all of her friends and relatives and half of the vampire
population.

The happiness of the bride and groom and their
obvious love for each other made every guest sigh.

The bridesmaids were beautiful in gowns of pale blue,
decorated with accents of pink.

The Hale brothers were there, much to their dismay,
resplendent in their black tuxedos that matched the groom’s. No one
really noticed--much--that they tugged at the necks of the
confining outfits once in a while or that they didn’t look entirely
comfortable.

They did, however, enjoy the reception. As humans and
vampires mingled and laughed, the Hale brothers cleaned the food
tables. Ethan had ordered plenty of food, knowing that his brothers
would eat at least half of it. He had also ordered an extra cake.
One for his brothers… one for the other guests.

To Brianna’s delight, her maid of honor and best
friend Callie caught the bouquet.

Rory caught her red garter, even though he wasn’t
even trying. It seemed to gravitate to him and somehow caught on
the button of his jacket. He held it out like it was a poisonous
snake.

Brianna and Ethan smiled at each other as they
watched his reaction. Brianna gave Ethan a curious look as his
smile turned wicked and devious.

Ethan continued to eye his brother and the red garter
Rory held as he mumbled to himself in a sinful whisper, “Oh… I hope
so, brother… I really hope so.”

Brianna caught her new husband’s devious thoughts and
whacked him on the shoulder. “Ethan… you’re terrible. I really want
all of your brothers to find their mates.”

He gave her an innocent expression as he answered,
“Oh… me too, love. You have no idea how I look forward to it.”

And he really did look forward to it in more ways
than one. He loved his brothers even though they annoyed the hell
out of him. He didn’t want them miserable--much.

But payback really would be hell.

His wife gave him an exasperated look and he smiled,
beaming at her. She couldn’t help but smile back. Ethan smiled so
often these days and it still made Brianna’s heart skip a beat. It
probably always would.

Even though the Hale brothers were mostly good… every
one of them had just a little bit of the devil in them.

Brianna sighed. Her husband was probably more than
just a little bit wicked.

Ethan scooped her into a warm embrace and as he
lowered his lips to hers he told her softly, “Sometimes you like my
wicked ways, wife.”

As his lips met hers Brianna admitted to herself that
she probably did.

In fact, she enjoyed them for her whole wedding
night… and beyond.

Callie Marks sighed as she looked at the wedding cake
on the table next to her. She really wanted a piece. It was from
one of the best pastry kitchens in the city of Denver. Chocolate
marbled with a mousse filling and chocolate frosting.

No. No cake.
She had already eaten enough from
the incredible gourmet buffet at this reception to feed an army.
The last thing she needed was a piece of that cake with enough
calories to add a little more jiggle to her ass.

Callie had always been what one of her nicer foster
mothers had called “curvy” when she was a teenager. Callie called
it what it was…she was plump. She was constantly battling an extra
fifteen pounds that she didn’t need on her body and was generally
defeated by the call of delicious chocolate, rich foods and
scrumptious appetizers.

I certainly went into one of the best fields to keep
my weight down. I just had to be a chef.

She was head chef for a very highly regarded
restaurant. Quite an accomplishment for a woman who was only
twenty-seven years old. She loved her job. She loved to feed
people. There was nothing better than creating a new gastronomical
delight.

Callie pushed her plate away from her. It was
completely empty. She sat back in her chair at the bride’s table to
watch the bride and groom dance.

Brianna Cole was her best friend. She had just gotten
married after a whirlwind courtship to Ethan Hale, a rich, gorgeous
and charming man. They looked so incredibly happy. Ethan looked
entirely enchanted with his beautiful, slender, blonde haired
bride.

Callie let out a long breath and tried not to feel a
twinge of envy. She loved Brianna like a sister and wanted her
happiness more than anything. Bri had been suffering from a rare
form of leukemia that seemed to be in remission. Callie prayed it
wouldn’t return. She still had nightmares about the dark days of
Brianna’s illness and trying to come to terms with losing the only
person she had who was like family to her, even though they weren’t
blood-related.

Being even the slightest bit jealous is just selfish
after what Brianna has been through. She deserves this fairy tale
wedding and the man of her dreams.

Callie acknowledged that she was a
tiny
bit
selfish. She just couldn’t help it. But she genuinely was extremely
happy to have her best friend happy and healthy.

She smoothed down the skirts of her blue maid of
honor dress. It was a lovely pale blue with shimmering accents of
pink. Brianna had let her pick the style, a fact for which Callie
was highly grateful. She had chosen a high waisted, elbow length
style that would hide her plump figure. Callie loved the dress. Too
bad she would probably never wear it again.