She smiled brightly for a minute, then pursed her lips as she tipped her head to the side in a curious gesture. “You eat real food?”
I laughed and kissed her cheek before strolling over to a tall cabinet with a door made of chestnut, matching the rest of the kitchen. Except it was the door to a large refrigerator instead of a cupboard. “Yes, I live on a diet of both food and blood. It will be the same for you when you’ve made the change.”
Since I was digging through the mostly empty refrigerator, I didn’t see her expression, but I whipped up at the sound of her gasp, whacking my head on one of the shelves. “Son of a bitch!” I snapped as I rubbed the sore spot and turned to face my consort.
She hopped off her stool and came running toward me. “Are you okay?” Grabbing my shoulders, she yanked me down so she could inspect the top of my head.
A feeling of contentment stole over me as my gorgeous, sweet consort fussed over me in our kitchen in our house. This was what my dreams were made of. Now, I just needed to make sure it was permanent. Which meant feeding her as soon as possible so I could get her upstairs and complete the claiming.
“I’m fine, angel. I have an exceptionally hard head.” Bronwyn giggled, but it was a little strained. When I raised my head, she was watching me warily and had started wringing her hands in front of her.
“What…um, what did you mean by ‘when you’ve made the change’?”
That was the moment I realized how foolish I’d been. I’d given Bronwyn some brief explanations before whisking her off to bed, but she probably had a plethora of questions she wanted answers to. “Go sit down, angel. I’ll make you a meal, and you can ask me anything you want to know.”
She did as I requested, and I went back to gathering ingredients. It turned out that I had all the fixings for pancakes...which wasn’t saying a lot since it was a mix in a box. At least it would sustain her until morning. I’d order us something to eat until the housekeeper managed to stock the kitchen. I doubted we’d be leaving the bedroom much over the next few days—the lust bearing down on me made it clear that my brothers had not been exaggerating. They’d warned me that it would be almost uncontrollable for a while. I could imagine that once I was inside my lovely Bronwyn, I’d never want to leave.
Shaking away my thoughts as best I could, I grabbed a notepad from a drawer and slid it, with a pen, over to my consort. “Why don’t you make a list for the housekeeper?”
“Oh, no.” She pushed it back toward me. “I don’t have much to spend, so you should make the list since it’s your money.”
I slid it over once more, then grabbed her chin and stared into her eyes as I growled, “You are mine. Therefore, what’s mine is yours. This is your home now, angel. Spend our money on whatever will make you happy. Because that is all that I want.”
Pleasure lit her eyes, but she still didn’t look completely convinced.
“Please,” I cajoled with a charming grin. “Make me a list.”
She nodded and bent over the paper as she began writing.
While I cooked—and I used that term very loosely—I started out by telling her anything I could think of that she might want to know while answering any questions she tossed at me in the process. I was thrilled that she seemed to be taking everything in stride. Although, when she realized she would need blood to survive, she faltered for a moment.
“Even without the change, if you stop and pay attention to your body for a moment, you’ll realize that the smell and thought of my blood aren’t as repugnant as you’d expect.” She cocked her head to the side and stared at me thoughtfully. After a few beats, her brows rose, and her mouth opened in surprise.
“I would’ve thought…”
“It’s because we’re fated mates. And you’ll only ever drink from me, angel,” I informed her as I slid a stack of pancakes onto a plate. “And trust me”—I threw her a wicked smile—”I will enjoy the fuck out of it. Just as I’ll love drinking from you.” I gulped hard and had to change the subject before I spread her out on the island and buried my fangs in her pussy.
After adding butter and syrup, I set the plate on the island from the opposite side of her and slid it over in front of her. Putting the structure between us wouldn’t keep me from dragging her to bed for long, but it would hopefully be enough to let her eat her meal. Desire was riding me so hard; food was the last thing I was interested in putting in my belly.
I bent over the counter, resting on my elbows and watched as she put a bite to her mouth, her lips closing around the fork before sliding it out. I was riveted and when a little moan escaped her lips, I nearly nutted in my pants right then.
When she finally finished—thank fuck—I rasped, “Do you want more?”
She sighed and shook her head, much to my cock’s utter relief. Then she furrowed her brow as she glanced at the empty space in front of me. “You weren’t hungry?”
I prowled around the island as I growled, “I’m starving, angel.”
“But you didn’t eat—”
I cut her off when I covered her mouth with mine in a deep, hungry kiss. “It’s my turn to eat now, Bronwyn,” I grunted when I came up for air. “But I want my meal in bed.”
7
Bronwyn
My breath caught in my lungs at the sensual promise in his deep tone. The orgasm he’d given me with his mouth earlier had been mind-blowing. Now that we were alone again, I was on board to pick up where we’d left off when we’d been interrupted by his family. My belly was full of delicious pancakes—which probably tasted better because they were made for me by the sexy vampire who wanted to make me come again—and all the questions I could think to ask had been answered. Everything Stephan had told me should have been unbelievable, but I had no problem taking him at his word. Deep down in my gut, I knew I could trust him.
“Then I guess we should head upstairs,” I suggested as my cheeks filled with heat at the thought of what we were about to do. “I’d hate for you to starve.”
I held my hand out to him, intending for us to walk upstairs together. But before I knew what had happened, he swept me into his arms, and we were suddenly in the master bedroom. “Whoa, that was unexpected.”
“Sorry, angel.” Stephan flashed me a sexy grin as he carried me over to the bed. “I know this is all new to you, but it feels as though I’ve known you forever already. Added to how desperately I need you, I forgot for a moment that you’d never teleported before.”
“I have a feeling it’s going to take me a while to get used to your vampiric gifts.” I bounced a couple times after he dropped me on the bed, making me giggle.
But my laughter dried up when he crawled up the mattress toward me, his bright blue eyes filled with a hunger that had nothing to do with food and everything to do with me. “It isn’t my inherent powers that I’m planning to use to impress you right now.”
“Oh, yeah?” I whispered, twining my arms around his neck.
“Mm-hmm.” His fingers got to work on the buttons lining the front of the shirt he’d loaned to me. “I think you’ll find what I’m going to do to you with my mouth, fingers, and cock to be much more interesting.”