She screamed as she shattered, and her orgasms milked my dick, pushing me over the edge with her.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” I growled once I’d retracted my fangs and sealed the wound with my tongue.
“Never is a long time,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice.
“Not nearly long enough.”
Epilogue
Narkissa
“Why am I the one who is always stuck playing nursemaid?” Braeden complained as he glanced over at the cluster of females giggling on the other side of the room.
I had to bite my lip to stop myself from chuckling over how disgruntled he sounded. “I think the word you were going for there was babysitter since none of the girls are sick.”
“I said exactly what I meant—nursemaid, not nurse.” He heaved a deep sigh and crossed his arms over his broad chest. “When I was a young lad, many centuries ago, it was the nursemaid who looked after us when our parents were off on a mission.”
“Sorry.” I laughed and shook my head. “Even after five years with Jareth, I still sometimes forget how long you all have lived.”
“Which is exactly my point,” he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb. “I’m too damn old to be hanging out with a bunch of teenage girls.”
“True, but most of them aren’t just teenage girls. They’re your cousins. Family.” I’d learned the true meaning of that word from the Bancrofts—unconditional love, support, and trust.
“Point well made,” he conceded with a smile. “And I suppose it makes sense for me to be the one to stay behind with them since they’re not done celebrating yet. The rest of you have little ones who need to be put to bed.”
“Except for Ren.” I scanned the room and didn’t spot him anywhere. “Who seems to have disappeared at just the right time.”
Braeden’s upper lip curled up into a snarl. “Yes, my little brother is quite adept at avoiding babysitting duty.”
I grinned up at him and bumped his side with my shoulder. “Probably because he’s the youngest of the bunch and always had Liam, Jareth, and you to look after him. He never got tapped for babysitting duty growing up, so he’s not comfortable doing it now.”
“You might be right.”
“Of course, she is,” Jareth murmured as he came up behind me and pulled my back against his chest, wrapping his arms around my body.
Braeden quirked a brow. “You don’t even know what we were talking about.”
“Doesn’t matter.” Jareth brushed a kiss against my temple. “My consort is as brilliant as she is gorgeous. Take her advice, whatever it was.”
Braeden jerked his chin toward the group of girls. “I’m not sure which is worse—whatever trouble Sheridan and her friends are going to try to get into or your endless public displays of affection.”
“Someone’s grumpy,” Jareth whispered in my ear, pitching his voice just loud enough for his brother to hear.
“Damn straight, I am,” Braedan grumbled.
“Sheridan isn’t ready for the party to end, but Kieran said the only way the girls can stay was if one of the adults volunteered to chaperone.” I pointed at Braedan. “And your brother drew the short end of the stick since he doesn’t have anywhere else he needs to be right now.”
Jareth laughed. “You’re such a sucker.”
“What was I supposed to do?” Braedan shrugged. “I couldn’t disappoint the birthday girl.”
I twisted around to glare up at Jareth. “It’s not as though you have any room to talk. Our children have you wrapped around their little fingers.”
Jareth’s sexy grin sent a shiver up my spine. “Just like their mom.”
“Seriously. Go home. I’ve had enough of hanging out with loved up daywalker couples,” Braedan complained. “I’ve got this.”
“Too bad Cian, Aura, and Abel took Ronan out for a drink. I’m sure he would have been more than happy to help.”
Most twenty-one-year-olds wouldn’t have wanted to be stuck hanging out with their eighteen-year-old sister and her friends, but Jareth was right. Ronan adored Sheridan and wouldn’t have complained about staying behind so she and her friends could finish celebrating her birthday.
“I should’ve gone with them,” Braedan muttered. “At least then I would’ve done something to earn the headache I’m sure to end up with tonight.”
I laughed as Jareth and I walked over to where our four-year-old twin boys were shoving cake into their mouths as though we never fed them. It took us several minutes to get Bryson and Griffin cleaned up, and we were just getting ready to teleport home when I heard Sheridan’s happy cry. “Oh my gosh, you guys are destined to be together!”
When I glanced over my shoulder, I found Braedan standing in front of one of Sheridan’s friends. I’d only met the girl tonight and didn’t know much about her except that she was a daywalker who’d recently turned eighteen...and she was apparently Braedan’s destined consort.