Chapter 6

6

REN

" O kay. Family time is over," I announced, giving my brothers and cousins a pointed look.

They just grinned and winked at Celeste, which made her blush until she was tomato red. It was adorable, but I was still pissed at the idiots for making her uncomfortable.

I turned to my parents and smiled. "See you soon." Then I looked at my male relatives and scowled. "Get the hell out of here." I was grateful when their consorts tugged at them and made excuses about why they should leave. One by one, they teleported out of the house.

My mother hurried over to Celeste and pulled her into a hug. "Welcome to the family, sweetheart. We are thrilled for you both. And don't you worry about a thing. We've got this."

Then she hugged me and whispered, "She is perfect for you."

"I know," I murmured with my eyes locked on my gorgeous consort.

My father hugged my girl, then shook my hand before they popped out of the room.

Slipping an arm around Celeste's waist, I watched her carefully as I curled her in close to my body. Her eyes were wide, and she looked shaken. "Are you alright? I know they can be a bit overwhelming?—"

Celeste cut me off, beaming up at me when she breathed, "Your family is amazing. I…I had no idea it could be like that. I mean, I've seen evidence of it in some human relationships, but only from afar and…you all have much tighter bonds. I guess I thought all supernatural families were like mine."

I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead to hers, inhaling her delicious scent into every fiber of my being. "I hate that you grew up in such a stark reality, love. I'm determined to make sure that you spend eternity feeling loved and wanted."

I wasn't sure she was ready to hear how much I already loved her, so I kept the comment deliberately vague.

"Are you hungry?" I raised my head and cupped one of her cheeks, staring into her deep brown pools.

She giggled and placed her hand over mine. "I realize that my diet is a little different from yours—for now—but I don't have to eat all the time. I swear, you're always trying to feed me."

I shrugged and brushed a soft kiss over her mouth. "I will always make sure that you are taken care of, love. It's my fucking job to make you happy and satisfy your every desire."

"My every desire, huh?" Her lips curved up into a mischievous smile. "Hmm…maybe I am a little hungry."

I was always half hard around my consort, but the sparks that ignited in her eyes and the low, sexy tone of her voice had me full and rock solid in an instant.

Slowly, I moved forward, shuffling her back until she was pressed against the nearest wall. I grasped her hips and raised her onto her toes, pressing into her so my cock was snuggled in the apex between her thighs.

"What do you want, baby?" She licked her lips, and I groaned as my pelvis ground into her heat.

"You," she moaned.

"You want me to eat you?"

Celeste shook her head, and her hands slipped between us, popping the button on my jeans. " I'm hungry."

I double-blinked, not sure if I was understanding her correctly. But when she lowered my zipper and reached in to wrap her hand as far as it would go around my dick, her intent became very clear.

"Fuck, baby," I grunted. "You don't have to?—"

"I want to," she murmured as she pumped my shaft, sending my heart into overdrive and causing precome to leak from the tip.

She wiggled when she let go to press her hands against my chest. I lowered her to the floor and took a step back, then let her guide me around so our position was reversed. When she lifted the bottom of my T-shirt, I whipped it over my head and dropped it to the ground.

Grinning, she lowered to her knees in front of me, staring hungrily at my rigid cock. It stood straight up, bouncing with each of my ragged breaths and leaving smears of arousal on my stomach.

My lips pursed, and my hands clenched into fists, squeezing hard with the effort to let her lead. I doubted I would last long, but I was determined to try.

She curled both hands around my rod and pumped it a few times before her tongue darted out to lick up the pearl of precome on the swollen, purple head.

"Fuck," I growled, unable to stop my hips from bucking.

After a thorough inspection—that felt like it took fucking hours—she finally leaned forward and took the tip between her plush lips.

"Mmm," she moaned, and I almost spilled right then like a teenager experiencing his first blow job.

She licked and sucked enthusiastically, and after a minute, I couldn't stop myself from diving my hands into her hair and taking hold of her thick, soft locks. Her eyes lifted, and her gaze met mine as she began to take more of me into her hot, wet cavern. I tried to keep my grip light, but with every inch she swallowed, it tightened a little more.

"Fuck," I grunted. "You look so damn sexy with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock."

Her cheeks tinged with pink, but the gentle laugh lines at the corners of her eyes crinkled, showing me that she was pleased with my praise.

Like most Bancroft men, I was tall, broad and muscular…and that extended to the size of my dick. She struggled to take more than half of my long shaft in her mouth, and her lips stretched around the considerable girth.

"Relax your jaw, love," I encouraged her in a tender voice.

She immediately did as I'd suggested, and I sank deep until I hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag and pull back.

"Breath, love." My hands clenched midnight tresses, and I gently guided her forward again. It was taking all my strength not to lose my shit and fuck her mouth. This time, when my tip bumped her throat, she inhaled through her nose, and although her eyes watered, she didn't gag. "You're doing so good, love."

My hips bucked, and she swallowed reflexively.

"Oh fuck, yes!" I shouted. One of her hands grasped the rest of my shaft while the other moved down to play with my balls.

My control deserted me.

Holding her hair in an iron grip, I pumped my hips and moved her head up and down on my cock. Every time I reached the back, she swallowed, and it fueled the fire consuming me.

"That's it, baby. Oh fuck! Suck it hard! Yes! Fuck!"

I tried to tell myself to ease up, but I was lost to sensation and need, fucking her mouth hard and fast. If she hadn't been moaning in pleasure and sucking my cock like a fucking Hoover, I would have found a way to ease up. But when she lifted her gaze, I was amazed at the pleased sparkle in her dark eyes. She grew more and more enthusiastic with every groan of ecstasy that fell from my lips.

My climax was looming and would quickly overtake me, so I stared down at her through hooded eyes and warned, "I'm going to come, baby. You better stop."

Celeste's brow furrowed, and she shook her head.

"Baby," I moaned, "if you don't stop, I'll blow my fucking load down your throat."

Her eyes narrowed, and she squeezed my shaft with both hands and intensified her suction.

"Oh fuck, Celeste! Oh fuck, yes! Fuck! FUCK!" I bellowed as my cock erupted and fireworks exploded behind my eyelids.

I was sure that my hold on her hair had to be painful, but I couldn't seem to do anything about it. "Such a good girl," I growled. "Swallow it all, love. That's it. Take every fucking drop. Fuck!"

Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me, and I pumped my hips with each burst of come.

When my movements slowed and I released her hair, she popped off my cock and grinned up at me.

I was weak in the knees and languidly slid down, pulling her into my lap when my ass hit the ground. Burying my face in her hair, I panted, filling my lungs with her scent.

"Holy shit, love," I grunted. "You are way too fucking good at that."

Celeste hummed contentedly as she snuggled against me. "That was a delicious meal."

Laughter bubbled up in my chest. "I lo—you're so fucking perfect for me."

She sighed sweetly and wiggled on my lap. Even though I'd just had a mind-blowing orgasm, I went as stiff as a board under her juicy ass.

"My turn," I growled, suddenly ravenous.

I spent the rest of the night and well into the day fucking my consort until we passed out around six at night. Only a few hours before we normally get up for our day. I was impressed by how quickly Celeste had acclimated to the new schedule.

The sound of my phone vibrating with a text woke me around midnight, and I grunted in annoyance at the interruption. Ignoring it, I tucked Celeste in closer and dozed off.

It buzzed again, and Celeste stirred, turning over to face me. "We've slept really late," she said sleepily. "Maybe you should check it."

I muttered a curse as I reached behind me and grabbed my phone. Another curse popped out when I read the message, and I just barely refrained from throwing it across the room.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah," I sighed. "I forgot to cancel my training appointments for tonight."

"Training?"

"I guess I forgot to mention that," I mused. "You know I have my fingers in many things that make my life comfortable." She snorted at my characterization of my massive wealth, making me smile. "And that I spend a lot of my time hunting nightwalkers and protecting consorts. But a few centuries ago, I helped a young nightwalker struggling to master any fighting skills. I decided to work with him personally, and eventually, he was able to learn everything he needed. He just required a little more time and practice than others, but instead of working with his limitations, most had simply written him off as untrainable."

I shrugged as I sent a text to my trainee, apologizing and telling them it would be a few weeks before I was back to work. Then I emailed the rest of my appointments to let them know about my schedule change as well.

"I trained Braeden's consort Callidora for a couple of years before they discovered they were mates. And, of course, I work with all my nieces and nephews."

"Wow," Celeste grinned. "You're kind of a badass."

I smirked. "According to my cousin's daughter Sheridan, who I also trained, I have ‘mad skills.'"

"Yes, I've experienced a lot of those ‘mad skills' recently," she quipped with a wink, making me laugh.

A thought occurred to me, and I scratched my head as I considered it. "Have you been trained to fight, love?"

Celeste's brow rose in surprise. "Physically?"

I nodded.

"No. Witches—especially ones with my power level—use magic to fight."

Sitting up, I tugged her with me to the edge of the bed, doing my best to ignore that desire that coursed through me at the sight of her naked body.

"I'm completely sure you can protect yourself with magic," I told her honestly. "But I'd feel better if you were able to handle an enemy in every way."

Celeste frowned at me as I stood and pulled her up with me.

"Why?"

I cupped her face in my hands and stared into her gorgeous eyes. "Because I can't fucking live without you, baby. I need to know you are safe, or I won't be able to spend more than a few minutes away from you."

She melted into me, her expression going soft. "Okay."

"Thank you, love." I gave her a long, deep kiss but tore my lips from hers before I got carried away. "Come on, let's get dressed, and I'll take you down to the training rooms in the basement." I winked. "I'm looking forward to pinning you."

Celeste laughed and shook her head as she sashayed toward the closet. "Good luck."

She took me to the ground several times at first, but after lecturing her about not using magic, she finally relented. However, once I had her pinned, we got in a whole different kind of workout.