Her Brother, Her Mate

Parker POV

It’s been 2 days since the vampire escaped. Carli has reluctantly stayed in the packhouse with either me or her parents and I can tell she is getting stir crazy not being able to help. It’s not helping that mom and dad seem to be belittling her abilities when she tries, claiming it’s not her place and other s**t like that. They don’t know her at all. She takes it as a personal challenge or an insult to her hard work every time, making her want to find the rogue vamp herself to prove them wrong.

She’s currently lying upside down on the Childes’s couch, her legs propped against the wall, reading comics on her phone. Simone was supposed to come spend the night with her tonight, but she’s getting stood up because, and I quote, “That little tramp would rather get her d**k wet than hang out with me,”.

She then went into a little rant about how at least someone was getting some, glaring at me. It’s adorable watching her in frustration because of how much she wants me. Saturday is going to be so heated. I know I’m going to pay for making her wait, but I’m very much looking forward to it.

I’m flipping through the channels on the TV, looking for anything interesting. Elena and Tommy are out with Gamma Nathan and our warriors, combing the city for some signs of the missing vampire. I’ve been spending the nights with Carli, sleeping on the couch of course, much to her frustration. Tommy told her he wouldn’t put a guard on her, but he’s asked me to stay with her when he can’t. I was more than happy to agree.

Carli rolls and slides off the couch, lying on the floor in a dissatisfied mess. “I’m bored,” she mutters.

“Want to find something to watch?” I asked her, stretching my hand out to offer her the remote.

“TV is stupid. I want to go somewhere,” she grumbles.

I smirked, biting my lips to keep from laughing, “We can take a trip to the kitchen. Or the dining hall?”

She looks up and shoots me a venomous look, “You can go f**k yourself,” she sneers, making my laughter bubble out, “I f****d myself last night,” she mutters softly.

“What?” I stopped laughing, glaring at my mate who was now smirking at her phone.

“You heard me. Someone had to,” she mumbles.

“Carli,” I g*****d, adjusting myself uncomfortably in the recliner as I thought about her doing that to herself.

“Parker,” he mimics my tone, sticking out her tongue.

I dropped the remote on my seat, then slid down to my knees, leaning over to grab one of Carli’s feet to slide her to me. She squeals and laughs with the sudden jerk.

“You’re an insatiable pain in the a*s, did you know that?”

She smirks up at me, “You can give me an insatiable pain in the a*s if you want. Least I can do to make it up to you.”

I laughed softly, then bent over her to claim her smart mouth. She locks her legs around my waist and starts rocking her body against mine. I g***n in frustration. She’s getting me hard, again, and it’s going to take everything in me to not give in to her. Maybe I should….no. After listening to Casey talk about making his first time with Courtney special, I want that for Carli too. She’s not making it easy for me though.

Her tongue fights for dominance as it tangles with mine. She bites my l*p hard, making me cry out as she sucks it into her mouth. I can’t help myself. I’m rubbing my c**k against her warmth furiously, dry humping the s**t out of her and she’s smirking triumphantly. I move my hands up her body, sliding them under her shirt. No bra, of course. Her perfect, round and full boobs feel amazing in my hands. I just want to bury my face between them. One taste won’t hurt, right?

I was about to push her shirt all the way up and over her head when knocking sounds at the door.

“Ignore it,” Carli m***s into my ear, sucking the soft flesh of my earlobe into her mouth, making my d**k twitch in response. I tried to ignore it, but the knocking came 3 more times.

“What the f**k,” Carli cries out in frustration, pushing me to roll off her so she can get up and see who it is.

I adjust my hard d**k in my shorts, trying to hide it with my boxer brief’s waistband, then follow her to see who it is.

“You b***h!” Carli was standing at the open door laughing, “You said you couldn’t make it.”

“I changed my mind,” Simone grins widely, pulling Carli into a hug, “Plus, he was like, this small,” she pouts, pushing her thumb and index finger together.

“His picture on tinder suggested otherwise,” Carli laughs.

“Profile pictures are always overfiltered. I should have known,” Simone sighed.

Do they even have a filter to exaggerate d**k size? And when did Carli see this picture? Is she on Tinder too?

“The puppy is here!” Simone calls out with a smile when she sees me, “I see you don’t need a filter to help you out,” she smirks down at my still hard, obviously not hidden d**k. “Did I interrupt something?”

“Yes, but it’s okay,” Carli turns to glare at me, “He won’t finish the job anyway until Saturday.”

“How noble of you,” Simone snickered.

Simone makes herself at home, rummaging through the fridge and pulling out all the snack food she can find, along with a few drinks. She goes on and on to Carli about her date with some tourist here on vacation. My irritation builds listening to Carli tell her about her experiences with the app too.

I never should have left Florida. I should have stayed close to watch over my mate. I’m irritated with myself more than anything, but I have no room to complain. I wasn’t exactly a saint in college. My first two years away were a blur of women and alcohol, trying to get my teenage sister out of my head.

Our f*****g mother. If it wasn’t for her, maybe I could have accepted her being my mate sooner, then I could have prevented Tinder from ever being downloaded on her phone. Is it on there still?

“Hey, Carli? Can I see your phone for a sec?”

“Why?” she asks me, fishing it out of her pocket.

I shrugged, trying to look nonchalant, “I want to look through your pictures. I forgot to forward that one you took of us yesterday to myself.”

“Oh. Sure, here,” she tosses her phone to me.

I slide the screen up, unlock the phone, then scan her apps to see if she still has the hook-up app on her phone.

There it is. The little red icon with a white flame. Not only that, but there are 2 others just like it in a folder labeled with an eggplant. I try to repress my growl as I delete the apps, one by one, thinking about why she had these in the first place. In the same folder there’s a cloud drive icon. I click on it, and up pops a grid of men, all half or completely naked.

I can’t stop the growl from escaping my clenched teeth, fury vibrating through my chest. Is this what she used to get off to by herself last night?

“What?” Carli and Simone both turned to me in question.

“What are these?” I turned the phone so she could see.

Simone’s eyebrows shot up, a slow smirk spreading across her face, already knowing what Carli was going to say.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Carli shrugs, waving away my concern, “Just some friends.”

“Friends? What kind of friends send each other nudes?” I seeth.

“The kind you can call when your dickhead step-brother abandons you and you feel lonely,” she glares at me.

That hurt. She’s right. If I had never left her, she wouldn’t have needed those apps or these….guys. f**k, this is infuriating. I run my hand through my hair, then start deleting the pictures one by one. Does this mean all these guys have nude pictures of her on their phones too? I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t stop myself from asking.

“Did you send them something when they sent you these?” I asked, trying not to bare my teeth at her.

She rolls her eyes, “Quit being like that. Let me see your phone. I bet you have a spank bank too.”

I growled, but pulled my phone from my pocket and tossed it at her. I don’t have anything in there. Nothing. Just pictures of her, past and present.

She tried to unlock it but I had a passcode. “It’s your birthday. 05-28-04,” I told her.

She smiles a little, but doesn’t look up. Just unlocks the phone and proceeds to go through all my apps, pictures and files. She’s not going to find anything.

“Who’s Emma?” she asks, going through my text messages.

Oh f**k. I forgot about Emma. She was a girl I hooked up with my sophomore year, then spent the next 2 years trying to shake off. She finally got the hint, and started dating a guy from the swim team, but I would still get drunk texts from her periodically. I never delete messages, letting my phone automatically delete them when the chats get old. Emma sent me a picture of her in a party dress last week, though. Followed by a picture of her in just her underwear much later the same night. I never responded, but I forgot to delete them.

“Uhh…..” I stared at the screen she had turned to face me with a panicked expression.

“That’s what I thought. So, I wouldn’t let you into my room after the beach party, so you got off to this chick instead. Nice.” She nods her head, taking her phone from my hand, then throwing mine at me. “You really can go f**k yourself now. Don’t act like such a self-righteous prick to me, when you do the same thing.”

She storms off, slamming the door to the bedroom.

Simone chuckled softly, then sighed, “Now, look what the puppy did.”