Ethan’s Mate (The Vampire Coalition #1)(12)
Author: J.S. Scott

She nodded at Ethan, her eyes never leaving his, to let him know she understood.

“Strip her.” Ethan ordered, his voice low and commanding.

Kristin came to her side, frowning as she saw that everything was moving. The gown swirled and Brianna’s flowing hair fluttered as though the wind were carrying it.

Kristin hesitated, perplexed.

“It’s okay, Kristin. Do it.” Brianna whispered to her softly.

Kristin lifted her hands to the ties of Brianna’s gown. “Do you agree to this mating with Ethan Hale?”

“I do.” Brianna answered, her eyes burning into Ethan’s.

Kristin released the gown and it shimmered to the floor. She picked it up and draped it over her arm.

“Leave us.” Ethan choked out the demand.

Kristin left, Brianna’s gown still fluttering over her arm. She closed the door and locked it behind her. The loud click of the lock on the door should have sounded ominous, but Brianna felt exhilarated. She was finally going to mate with Ethan.

“Come to me.” Ethan instructed, his eyes leaving Brianna’s to sweep over her body with hunger and desire.

Brianna eagerly responded, climbing the few steps to arrive in front of Ethan next to the elevated bed.

Ethan didn’t touch her, but his eyes burned over her naked body as he started reciting the ritual words of the bonding in his native language. She didn’t understand, but she loved the lyrical flow of the ancient language, the syllables rising and falling. As the last word trailed off Ethan’s tongue, he lowered his forearm to her hip and sealed their markings. She could see his arm trembling right before he joined the marks and pressed them firmly together.

Brianna’s body jerked. Ethan grasped her around the waist with his other arm as the flames shot through her body, incinerating her internally. It was incredibly painful…but erotic. She closed her eyes and leaned against Ethan for support, his burning body supporting hers.

She rested that way until Ethan’s soul broke free from hers and separated, her own soul then tearing and fusing with half of Ethan’s. Their joined marks continued to burn as Ethan’s new, completed soul entered him through the conjoined marks, a soul that was half of hers, half of his, but complete.

Brianna’s newly-mated soul settled quickly, finding its old resting place. She was still hot, but the heat was now completely sexual. She needed her mate.

Ethan’s soul did not settle so easily. He had never had a soul before and it wandered his body restlessly, looking for a resting place.

She watched his eyes turn red, glowing with an unholy light. Magic swirled around them both, burning like a blue flame.

Ethan’s need and desire seized Brianna, clenching her gut as if she were experiencing the feelings herself.

I need to sate him. I need to take away his anguished need to possess. I need his possession as much as he needs to possess me. I need to help him settle his wandering soul.

“Free my cock, Brianna. Now!” The harsh baritone undid her.

Her needs were wild and she reached down and started ripping at the leather ties, needing the swollen, straining member free from its confinement. It spilled into her hands, hard and engorged. She wrapped her hands around him, stroking the hard, silky length.

Ethan grabbed her wrist, preventing her from touching him. He wrapped his arms around her with almost smothering tightness and claimed her mouth in a white hot embrace. It was a kiss of ownership, a branding. Rough and hard. She wrapped her arms around his neck, meeting his conquering tongue with her own. He swept every inch of her mouth and tongue with his, claiming her. Then he picked her up and dropped her in the middle of the silk-clad bed.

He was on her before she had a chance to take a breath. He tied her hands to the headboard with the dangling, ready restraints. He bound her legs, spread wide apart, with restraints on both sides of the bottom of the bed. They had some slack, but very little. She was completely helpless, open wide for his desires.

He circled the bed, his red, glowing eyes burning across her body.

“Mine. Mine. Mine.” He was grunting, as though it was too difficult to speak, but she understood him. He seemed to find some satisfaction just by looking at her, knowing she was his to satisfy as he pleased.

“Yours, Ethan. All yours,” she whispered softly, breathless with her own desires. She pulled at the restraints holding her in place, loving the feel of being restrained for his pleasures.

Her pu**y was drenched and she could feel droplets sliding down her thighs. She squirmed in her restraints, desperate for him to take her. “Please, Ethan. I need you.”

He moved between her legs, roughly stuffing a pillow beneath her hips. “Have to make you come,” he growled.

“Oh, God, yes. Make me, Ethan. I need it.” She writhed against her bindings. Her body was on fire. She was consumed with heat, ready to combust.

He attacked between her legs, licking her juices from her thighs and thrusting his tongue into her vulnerable pu**y. She could hear the sound of his tongue lapping roughly, moving in the drenched opening. She screamed as his tongue laved her clit forcefully, moving fast and hard over the swollen bud.

His fingers slammed inside of her channel, his index and middle finger buried in the opening.

“Oh, Ethan. Yes. Yes. Yes.” She was out of control, consumed with the need to climax.

“Come for me,” he snarled into her pu**y, not pausing in his relentless attack on her clit, his fingers pumping wildly, hard and deep, into her hot, slippery channel.

As if responding to his command, her stomach hardened, seized with spasms that spread directly to her core. Had she not been restrained, she probably would have curled into the climax. Her whole body trembled as the force of it shook her body like a rag doll. She fell over the edge, flying apart in a massive explosion.

She jerked against her restraints as she rode out the waves that were hitting her relentlessly. Ethan didn’t cease, but continued his attack as she writhed and burned. He was a man possessed and not nearly satisfied with her long, explosive orgasm.

He turned his body and suddenly his massive c**k was over her face. “Take it in your mouth.”

Oh, yes. She opened as he lowered his massive member into her moist, eager mouth. Her lips sealed as best they could around the gigantic, swollen phallus. She could feel him groan into her mound as his hips started pumping, f**king her mouth.

He was riding her mouth hard, shoving his c**k into her throat. She could barely breathe, but she rejoiced in his tortured groans as she tried to swallow him.