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A quiet tranquility filled the room. Stefan elegantly rose from the chair to stand at the windows. He clasped his hands behind his back as he stared into the New York skyline. “I promise you now, Nikolaus. I will help you do whatever it takes to avenge her death. However, you must promise to wait for the proper time. Do I have your word that you will wait for the suitable time to proceed?”
Nikolaus hesitated for the briefest of moments. “Before I agree, I have one request.”
Stefan didn’t move from the windows. His voice was steady and unwavering. “I offer you the thing you want most and you still ask for more? Name your request.”
“When you kill him, I want him to suffer. I want him to beg for mercy, the same mercy he never had for my mother,” Nikolaus replied quietly. “Can you promise me you’ll make him pay for what he did?”
Stefan finally turned to face us both. His mouth curved into the cruelest of smiles, his handsome face becoming beautifully sinister, his eyes blue butane. “You have my word.”
He meant every word. Even though Stefan hated the dark side of himself, he was willing to lose himself to right what he considered a wrong.
For the first time since my brother’s arrival, his tense shoulders relaxed and his mischievous smile returned. “Then we have a deal.”
***
Nikolaus had left not long after our conversation, attempting to sneak unnoticed next door to see Anna. Time was ticking away before we needed to leave and I'd been staring into the mirror for the last 15 minutes, slowly running a brush through my hair. In less than two hours we’d be heading to appear before the Council. My stomach was coiled in knots even though Stefan had assured me repeatedly that everything was going to be fine.
I wanted to believe him. Thus far, nothing had been easy. Secrets had been uncovered, with more lurking, waiting for the most inopportune moment to reveal themselves. Would I be prepared for the next secret? Would Stefan?
As if reading my mind, Stefan filled the doorway, both of his large hands bracing the doorway. He was nude, his impressive body almost begging for my hands to touch every inch of him, from his broad chest to his finely muscled arms. The pronounced ridges of his stomach drew my eyes downward. I found myself struggling to force my eyes back to his. When they met, I drew in a deep breath as they traveled over the chiseled lines if his handsome face. His beauty and perfection could rival an angel.
“You are still worried? It will be fine.” Stefan had felt my distress in our link and he'd rushed to help me. The bond had given him no choice. It wanted us to protect and soothe one another at any cost. It drove us to selfishly please the other, to provide comfort and love.
Blurring to stand behind me at the vanity, he pulled first one strap of my tank top down over my shoulder, his fingers soft as they drifted down my arm, only to follow the path back up. I watched him in the mirror, noticing the way the tip of his pink tongue swept out to lick his bottom lip in anticipation, to the way his darkened eyes roamed over my skin. He noticed me observing and smiled deviously, his lips lowering to my bare shoulder.
His other hand pulled the other strap down and tugged the tank top to my waist, baring my breasts. I watched as both of his large hands cupped them in approval, his fingers pulling and rolling the nipples until I let out a hoarse moan.
"You are beautiful like this. To know that no one else will ever touch you like this again..."
His voice broke off and his hands went lower until they reached my panties. Gentle fingertips traced the outline of my clit through the silky material, teasing me until they were soaked with my juices. As his fingers became wet, his eyes found mine again in the mirror. Transfixed, I ground my ass against him as he continued to touch me.
"Ah, vackra. Should I fuck you here while you watch me?” Stefan questioned softly. His fingers continued their sensuous assault, sliding and slipping over the damp material.
Speechless, I watched my own lips part in response to his words and the lilt of his voice. In the reflection of the mirror, my chest steadily rose and fell, my ragged breathing coming out as a pant. He pushed the tank top over my hips, along with my ruined panties. Both of his hands splayed over my naked body, one hand across both breasts, the other against my pelvis, the tips of his fingers once again finding my swollen clit.
I was unable to move under the weight of his stare and the sight of his muscular frame in the mirror as he towered over me. One of my arms reached up to snake around his neck, my fingers sinking into the short hair at the nape of his neck. The hand that had been cupping my breast moved to my neck, his fingers tracing over the pendant he had given me.
"Mine." He kissed my throat, lightly biting my skin with his blunt teeth. I wanted to feel more than the nipping of his human teeth. I wanted to feel the sharp sting of his fangs. I wanted him to devour me, and I longed to destroy him the way he always managed to render me helpless.
Finally finding my voice, I replied with the one word I knew would come close. "Yours."
A deep growl resounded in his chest to my assent. In response, my hips moved on their own accord, seeking out more friction. When Stefan pressed me against the cold marble vanity, I let out a gasp as my breasts made contact with the frigid surface. One of his hands held me in place while the other smoothed over the rounded contours of my ass, his fingers parting my wet folds to slip inside of me, pumping in and out slowly, testing my arousal.
For once, I didn't beg. I told him exactly what I wanted without any hesitation. "Stefan...fuck me."
He pulled his fingers from my depths and I stared as he licked them both with his long, wet tongue. My taste caused his fangs to slowly elongate and the eyes that stared back in the mirror were black. His beautifully chiseled face had become severe as he stared into my eyes in the reflection.
When his hips rocked forward and his cock plunged deep inside the depths of my wet pussy, an almost primal cry fell from my lips. His answering thrusts were powerful and steady, a constant low growl vibrating in his chest.
Bracing my hands against the vanity top for leverage, I shoved back against him, answering his relentless pace.
"Look at us, vackra."
Raising my head, I looked into the mirror again and met his eyes, my answering cry echoing in the tiled room. Our gazes were locked on each other in the mirror. It was amazing to witness Stefan's magnificent beauty and power as he took me, his muscles rippling and flexing with each graceful movement he made. He dropped his eyes to look down to where we were joined, watching as his cock slid in and out as he fucked me. His eyes flickered back up and the pure desire on his face mesmerized me, rendering me unable to look away. He bared all of his teeth when he snarled, increasing the speed of his hips.
"So good, Stefan. Don't stop," I gasped. Every part of my body had come alive under his touch, alternately singing and begging him for more.
"I have no intention of stopping," he vowed. He put his hands on either side of my waist, changing his stance as he lowered his hips, leaning down and pumping faster.
