Here we find Michael Kayne and Abigail Matthews alone in their hotel room after a long day of celebration at the High Court of the Fae. The night before was Michael’s fortieth birthday and when he accepted the family legacy from his grandfather. Only the first borne in each generation is eligible for the full legacy to become Vampyre and protect the Essence of the Tree of Life. The other Guardian of the Essence has to be a fae as commanded by the Goddess Fate. Abigail as it turns out is of the Royal Fae and Michael’s chosen mate. ~Tammy
“I’m still overwhelmed by it all, Michael. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I would’ve sworn it was all make believe or just a dream.” Abigail sat down on the edge of the bed, thoroughly exhausted after the day at Court. Not only did she finally meet her birth mother, but she was introduced to the High Court of the Fae as the next in line for the throne.
Michael knelt on the floor next to the bed and looked into her flushed face. “As my grandmother told you, as soon as the clock struck midnight on my fortieth birthday, all would be revealed to you. I’ve known what my path would be my entire life, but standing next to you during tonight’s ceremony was more than a bit surreal for me too.”
“Vampires, fairies, damphyr, witches and warlocks all there and so many more beings represented that I thought were all make believe. I’ve always been drawn to the legends and maybe that’s why I wanted to become a writer. But never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I’d be living those fantasies.” She brushed her fingertips along Michael’s stubbly chin. “Here I am, falling in love with a man who chose to become an Immortal, a vampire.”
Michael smiled at his fiance of just four hours. “You’ve had my heart from the moment you appeared to me in my dreams. I didn’t know who you were, but I knew I wanted to spend forever with you if you’d have me. Together we can strengthen the bond between the Fae and the Vampyre and continue to protect the Essence.” He reached down to slip off her diamond and ruby studded heels from her feet. The skirt of the silver gown she wore, eased up her legs as Michael’s hands moved from her feet toward her knees.
Abigail’s breath caught in her throat. This is what she had wanted from the moment she walked into his office and found out they were destined to be together. Funny how she had a harder time believing that than the fact she was fae and Michael was the multiple great grandson of Cain and Lilith. All doubts slipped from her mind during the week they spent together doing the interviews about his family and foundation. She slipped his jacket from his shoulders as she leaned forward to brush his lips with her own, softly at first, but then with more need. Her tongue slipped between his lips, teasing and sliding over his, eliciting a moan from deep in his chest.
He broke the kiss and searched her face, his gray eyes glistening. “Honey, if we don’t stop now, I won’t be able to control myself like before.” Abigail knew he was referring to the fact he was now a full-fledged vampire and needed to be with his mate. “Being this close to you, and not—”
“Taking what’s rightfully yours?” She smiled and felt his body relax in her arms. “If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t be alone with you. I need you just as much as you need me.”
Michael slowly stood up, never taking his eyes from hers, and pulled her up to stand in front of him. Her hands trembled slightly as sh unbuttoned the vest of his tuxedo and then his shirt. He reached up and tugged the ruby combs from her hair, letting the curls fall free. His mouth found hers again as his fingers eased the zipper of her gown down her back, past her waist, to the top of her ass. Sliding his hand inside the gown, he encountered her soft bare skin, warn and inviting. “Aren’t we a bit naughty? Showing up in Court today commando?” He chuckled against her ear, giving it a little nip before sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulders. The silk and lace slipped down her curves to settle on the floor with a soft whisper.
Abigail disengaged from his arms and knelt on the bed once again. “You know, there’s nothing like the feel of silk against bare skin. The dress fit my body like a glove. It just didn’t feel right having something else underneath it.” She reached for him and Michael joined her on the bed, easing her back onto the pillows, trailing kisses down her neck as they went. “I take that back. Skin on skin feels pretty fucking good too!”
Michael winked and flicked her right nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth and sucking hard. “Nothing else you can think of feels great against your skin?” A gasp escaped from her lips before she could control herself. His left hand trailed down her abdomen to the top of her pussy. Her juices were already flowing out of her, coating her inner thighs. She lifted her hips up to meet his fingertips as they grazed her swollen clit.
Abigail’s fingers entwined in his hair as she gently urged his mouth over to her left breast. “I’m not sure. I think I need more research.”
“Hmm. I like how your mind works, sweetheart.” He nipped, licked, and kissed his way down to settle between her thighs, spreading them a bit wider before dipping his tongues between her outer lips. Abigail’s legs quivered as the heat spread through her body. Her need for him was growing to the point of pain, but she didn’t want him to stop.
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Her scent made him dizzy, but the taste of her drove him wild with need to take her and make her his bride tonight. He slipped two fingers into her dripping her pussy. Abigail’s inner muscles immediately grabbed on and pulled him in deeper. His middle finger teased and feathered her sweet spot, making her pant and squirm under him.
“Yes, there!” Her hips snapped up toward him and his hand was immediately coated with another rush of her cum. Her entire body shook violently as her orgasm raced through her entire body. Michael’s cock responded to every moan and sigh, throbbing and bouncing to be deep inside her.
He slid up her flushed body, staring deep into her eyes and knowing she was his now and forever. Abigail wrapped her legs around his waist as he entered her fully in one hard thrust, filling her completely. Her pussy clenched hard around his shaft, taking him all the way in. Her nails slid down his back sending him over the edge. Michael pumped harder, his balls slapping against her ass each time he buried himself to the hilt into her cunt.
The sight of Abigail’s tits bouncing wildly between their bodies, the feel of her skin against his, and the wild and fruity scent coming off her in waves, finally broke down the last barrier Michael had set up around his heart. With a low growl he fucked her harder and faster as he let go, joining her in another orgasm. Before he realized what was happening, his lips were at her neck. His fangs extended and pierced her skin just as he erupted deep inside her.
Abigail’s arms wrapped around his body and held him tight as he continued to drink from her. Her voice was only a hoarse whisper at this point. “Don’t stop, Michael. All that I am and all that I will be belongs to you.”
©Tammy Dennings Maggy 2011 All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt can be used without the written permission from the author.* * * *