ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (259 page)

They had agreed that their one night stand was a one off thing and they would respect each other, but it was proving to be the hardest thing that Brandon had ever done. All his life he’d had access to all the women that he wanted, most of whom were after his father's money and his inheritance in their companies, and although sex had come naturally with them, none had ever come as intensely as it had with Emma. She had caught him by the balls and now he could think of nothing else apart from the intense pleasure she had given him in the back room at the bar. He decided that as soon as the wedding ceremony was over, he would drive to the Hive and seek her out. Maybe it was time that he sat her down and explained to her that he wanted something a little more than just sex, he wanted a relationship with her. At the age of 29, he was under a lot of pressure from all ends to get himself a wife, and his father would particularly be very happy when he found out.

“Brandon, the car is waiting, and you don’t wanna be late for the wedding,” Jeffrey, the butler shouted from downstairs.

“I'll be right down in a second,” he said, stuffing his cell phone and a pack of condoms into his pockets before dashing out of the room and taking the stairs two at a time to the waiting limo.

Friends and family had all arrived at the wedding grounds by the time that they got there, but thankfully, the bride and her team had not yet arrived. Brandon sat in the front row as his father and his groomsmen stood at the altar waiting for Lisa and her team to arrive. Shortly after, there was music and then the doors of the chapel opened, and in walked his father's bride all dressed in white. The traditional wedding sounds sounded as she walked down the aisle escorted by what must have been her uncle or something. And then someone sort of familiar caught Brandon's eyes. Somewhere in the back of the entourage entering the hall was a sexily dressed blonde in a purple dress. Her locks were held in place neatly by pins and she carried herself with ease and confidence. Something about her presence made his heart skip a beat, she looked very familiar, familiar to the point where he thought that he could smell her scent and it was actually getting him turned on. She was walking beside a brunette and they seemed to be chatting in low tones, and as they moved closer, Brandon struggled to see who she was. Unfortunately, at some point, she and her friend moved out of the line and disappeared into one of the rows of seats. Brandon's heart fluttered uncontrollably.

Could that be Emma
? He thought to himself. And if it was, what the hell was she doing at his father's wedding, unless she was friends or relatives with Lisa? If that was her, that meant that indeed the world was a small one and that could be a clue, maybe it was fate that was bringing them closer to the point of attending the same wedding. He was going to have to find out why she was here, and he was not sure if he was going to wait until the end of the ceremony to do so, this was his dream girl he was talking about, and the sooner that he told her how he felt inside, the better. The only way that Brandon would be at peace with his heart would be after telling her exactly how he felt about her, professing his love for her, and he was ready to do it in front of the whole world if need be. It looked like this was going to be the longest wedding mass that he has ever attended. Sometime towards the end of the wedding ceremony, Brandon looked back just in time to see Emma getting up and silently making her way out of the building. Without breaking a beat, he too got up and made his way out one of the side doors, glad that the place was packed to the rafters, and nobody would miss him just yet.

*****

The reception was to take place immediately following the mass in a hall behind the church. Although Emma was thrilled for her mother to finally be happily married again, she found the mass long and felt restless, in need of a drink. The sun was just setting as she promptly made her way to the reception hall and headed one of the counters set up for the party, where the barman offered her a glass of champagne. She was the only person in the hall as everyone else was taking photos outside. She enjoyed this brief moment of solitude. Taking the glass, she slumped onto a couch and took a sip of the drink before lying back on the couch and closing her eyes.

“Hey there, sweetheart, it is not every day that you find a sexy womanlike you seated alone without company,” a familiar voice said, and her eyes flew open to find Brandon standing before her with a glass of champagne in his hand, looking more stunning than ever in a black tux, almost like a model from some magazine.

“Okay, tell me that I'm not dreaming, because I think that I am,” she said in disbelief as she sat upright, placing the glass on the table.

“I thought that I was too, until I followed you from the church here, Emma,” he said holding out his hands, and without second thought, Emma jumped up and ran into his arms, hugging him tightly as her lips sought his.

They kissed hungrily with a fiery passion that could only be experienced by two people who are madly in love. This time Emma was sure about it, she was definitely head over heels in love with this man and nothing in the world was ever going to reap her away from him. Gathering her thoughts, she finally pulled her mouth off his and looked into his blue eyes. She could see passion in them, desire, longing, the eyes spoke more than words could ever speak.

“Brandon, I have been thinking of you ever since,” she said quickly, feeling breathless as her heart drummed through her ears.

“And I've thought of you every single minute since I met you, Emma. Emma, there is something that I really have to tell you, and it can't wait,” Brandon breathed as he held her at an arm’s length away looking into her eyes before is eyes strayed down to her cleavage making her nipples pebble with arousal.

“Tell me anything, I'm just so glad to see you again. I thought that I would never set my eyes on you again, thought that you had probably flown back to L.A. and were already moving on with your life.” She had so much that she wanted to tell this man who had given her sleepless nights and nights filled with lustful dreams.

“Emma, I think that I'm in love with you. No, I don’t think, I am in love with you, and I was hoping that you would give me the opportunity to show you my love. To show you that I am the right man for you, Em'-“

“Yes, Brandon, I love you too,” she said, and they began kissing passionately again, forgetting all time and place until the barman cleared his throat, startling them back to reality as they pulled their lips away from each other.

“We are sorry, but this calls for a celebration. Can you pour us some tequila?” Emma said happily to the barman, unable to wipe the stupid grin off her face.

“Right away, miss.”

Emma and Brandon wandered to a secluded lounge area in the basement of the hall. They drank their tequila as they talked about their love for each other. Emma sat on Brandon's lap on a chair and his hand was busy touring her inner thighs as they talked. She felt as hot as the sun and her panties were soaking wet.

“So, what brought you to this party, sweetie, you look very sexy in this tux?” she said, parting her thighs a little wider as she felt him pulling the crotch of her panties aside and slipping his finger into them, taking it all the way to her soaking sex.

“You wouldn’t believe it if I told you,” Brandon slurred. “My father is the groom, it is his wedding.”

Emma felt as if her heart had just stopped beating. Suddenly, it dawned on her why George had looked so oddly familiar - he was Brandon's father. Why did it have to be this way? Had she just fallen madly in love with her step brother?

“You mean to tell me that George is your father?” she said, pressing her thighs together and standing up as he pulled his fingers out of her love slit. “Because if he is, that means that we are committing a sin, this is a forbidden relationship. Lisa is my mother, Brandon, my mother.”

Tears stung her eyes. Brandon was in shock, as he stood up and pulled her into his arms, hugging her warmly. She did not know what to think. She was feeling in love, very aroused and the tequila had also started taking its effect on her head. Brandon seemed just as shocked with the news as she was, and they stood there for a while, pulling away from each other when they heard people starting to walk into the reception area.

“I think we should go outside and clear our heads; all this is happening too fast for me,” Brandon said, taking her hand and leading her out of the room to the back side where there was a terrace.

In the distance there was a lake, and they found themselves walking towards it slowly. It was semi dark outside, and Brandon held Emma by the waist while she leaned into his side. They walked to the edge of the manmade lake and stood there staring into the water.

“Brandon, are you really in love with me?” she asked softly hoping that the nature of their relationship had not changed the way that he felt about her.

“I have never felt so much love for another woman in my life before, Emma, I love you,” he said, turning her aside to face him and looking deep into her teary eyes.

He slipped a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbed the tears away.

“I still want to have a relationship with you, no matter how forbidden it is, Brandon. I cannot afford to throw away the only chance that I have at love. I’m falling for you. Tell me that you feel the same way,” she said, looking into his eyes after he slipped the handkerchief back into his breast pocket.

He did not reply her, but instead he put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her closer into his arms, lowering his head to hers. Their lips touched ever so lightly at first, before they went crashing over each other into what had to be the most intense kiss of her life. Emma felt as if her whole body had melted into Brandon's, and as they kissed, she slipped her hands under his tux and began running them over his chest. She could feel his chest hair poking through his shirt and it reminded her of how they had felt against her bare breasts as they made love a few nights prior. He pulled off his jacket and tossed it onto the grass while Emma took the time to slip her hand into the waist of his pants, pushing it past his boxers to take a grip of his cock. It was raging hard, reminding her of how delicious it had felt within her folds. Her pussy creamed up with desire, a desire that only her forbidden step brother could take away. She jerked his cock up and down as it became even harder and thicker, dying for her just the same way that she was dying for it.

“I want you to make love to me right here, honey, make sweet love to me,” she demanded, pulling her lips away from his.

“Our forbidden love is going to have to be our little secret,” he said to her, taking a hold of the hem of her dress and pulling it up her thighs, letting it rest on her hips.

“Yes, my love, it is going to be ours and only ours to know,” she said as he hooked his fingers into her panties and tugged them down her thighs.

As she slipped them off her feet, he took them and stuffed them into the pockets of his pants, before he pushed her seated on his jacket. He crouched down infront of her and then parted her thighs wide before lowering his head in between them. Emma held her breath as she felt his hot breath on her sex. His tongue slid through her love crease coming to a rest on her throbbing clit. Emma felt as if she was going to explode with all the pleasure that she was feeling. The fact that this was some sort of forbidden love that was only a secret between them only worked to heighten the excitement of the whole experience. Her step brother sucked her clit into his mouth and began nibbling on the tip deliciously as he circled his tongue around it. Emma was still reeling in pleasure when she felt his finger driving into her pussy. His other hand reached up and pulled her dress down over her breast. He massaged her tit and tweaked her nipple into a hardened peak. Surely, love that was not forbidden could never feel as great as this. He drove the finger deep into her folds, hooking it as he pulled it out.

“Oh yeah!” she moaned when she felt his finger rubbing over her G spot, the most sensitive spot within her sex. He began finger fucking her in that sequence, driving his finger into her cunt and then hooking it as he pulled it out until Emma could take it no more. “Enough, Brandon, enough! I need the real thing inside me right now, I feel as if I'm going to die, you are killing me with desire.”

He took the cue and moved his love juice stained face away from her pussy, leaning forward to kiss her and give her a taste of her own nectar, before he got onto his knees and began unbuckling his belt. He pulled his pants and his belt midway down his thighs while Emma got onto her hands and knees, ready for Brandon to make his entry from behind, doggy style. She was shaking with desire as he moved behind her, and she leaned her face on the ground looking under her. There was enough moonlight to make out his cock, and she reached for it and guided it into her aching vagina. Brandon drove his forbidden cock into her cunt hard and fast, making Emma breathe in sharply as pleasure rippled through her body. Brandon began fucking her hard and fast while she reached for her clit, rubbing it over his penis to enhance the pleasure she was feeling. Brandon drove his dick in and out of her slit in long strokes, pushing it all the way in and then pulling out until just the head was inside her folds. It was not long before she felt the excitement within her coming alive. Just as she began to climax, he drove the shaft deep inside her, and they both exploded into orgasm.

“Quick, I think I hear sounds coming this way,” Brandon said, slipping his softening cock out of her pulsating cunt and promptly pulling on his pants.