Ah, so this is SMUT and we're almost at 40k reads. I never thought I would be writing this and I never thought that I would get this far into one story sooo. Also, Alex, if you ever read this, I love and hate you at the same time. UWU, let's get it cracking in here.

If it had not already gotten dark outside, I might have allowed Stefan to take me out somewhere like he wanted. Unfortunately, the sky was almost pitch black, the only light coming from a few streetlights and from the spotty stars that littered the night sky.

Stefan had not stopped whining about not being able to go out. He really was immortally a 17 year old, constantly in a mood swing while also being clingy and affectionate. I couldn't say that I was any better when I was with him. Stefan being my mate meant that he would cling and I would love him clinging to me. It was like I was the only thing holding him back from going off the deep end.

My other loving mate had gone out tonight to get some blood bags, leaving Stefan and I alone in the room for most of the night.

"Can we just stay here forever?" Stefan asks, nuzzling his head into my shoulder. "I don't want you out of my sight anymore."

"I really would oblige," Stefan smiles, "but I have this thing called a coven and I don't think your big brother would like you keeping me captive."

Stefan chuckles. "No, he would help me hold you down to the bed while we make you ours, over and over again. That sounds perfect."

I roll over to the other side, pouting. "Being so mean to your mate. How could you, Stefan? I thought that I was your perfect mate. You being so mean to me and threatening to get your innocent older brother to tie me down is just so wrong."

Stefan puts his hands around my shoulder before pulling me on him, my back on his chest. I let out a cry of protest before he chuckles again, this time his eyes a much darker shade, showing the hints of lust inside, circling and swirling deep inside of him. "I can do a lot of things to you that are wrong, my mate. I am not as gentle and forgiving as my brother."

The deep undertone of his voice cut deep into my chest, igniting my vampire, causing her to let out a contented purr. I let out a small growl in protest to his words. Don't make me submit to you, Stefan, not like this. God, I do want you over me though. You make this so hard for me.

"You have no idea what you do to me, Astrid," Stefan growled, his hands tracing my silk-covered hip bones, the tips of his fingers slightly pressing down on my sensitive points. He already knew every part of me. All of his touches were planned in a way to make me react, to make me feel. Nothing that he did was ever an accident. No, he would always have a plan with me. "You make me want things that I've never wanted before."

"Stefan," my breath hitched, my voice barely even a whisper, "What are you doing to me?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, my mate," He muses, his light touches firming up, causing my breath to jarr. "You're so beautiful, so easy to make mine. Isn't that what you want? What you've always wanted?"

"You," I was unable to finish my sentence. Stefan had moved me slightly higher up on his lap, hiking my nightgown up, exposing me further. His hands moved all over my thighs, giving me more pressure, but not anywhere near enough to give me any sort of release. His teasing actions screwed with my brain, causing me to buck up my hips, silently begging him for more.

"That's right, mate, me. Don't you just love it when I," My mate moves the fabric of my underwear before sinking his long finger through my folds, "Break you like this?"

The way that his hands would move around on me, his finger slowly pumping into me with just as much passion as he would himself after he treated me, was intoxicating. I was drunk on whatever it was that he was giving me, whether it be pain or pleasure.

Moans and whimpers ripped their way through my once calm mouth as he added another finger to me, stretching me further. Deeper and rougher, his fingers gave me pleasure that built deep inside of my chest and caused slick to pour from my core, coating him and giving him all the more reason to pick up his pace.

For some reason, his digits slowed inside of me. I let out a feral whine of discontent as he almost completely stopped his movements inside of me.

"Don't be like that, baby," Stefan reprimands, "I'll make sure you're treated. Where's the fun in just letting you cum all over me right now? Let yourself take some time, darling. You'll feel even better if you have patience, my love."

The idea did not sound appealing in the slightest. I want to cum now. Damnit, you devil mate. I got stuck with the most evil and malicious mate of all time. You evil bastard. Treat me like the damn princess I am.

"Make me feel good now, mate," I ordered. My ever loving mate shook his head, taking his fingers out of me. He shushed me as I started to get even more annoyed with the lack of contact.

He did make up for it as he started to rub slow and small circles around my clit. Crying out, I gripped onto the sheets. I hadn't known just how close I had been to coming undone before, having lost myself in my own pleasure.

His movements were still too slow to make me climax, his index finger only going slightly faster as I bucked my hips into him and let out a loud moan of pleasure. Stefan held my hips down onto him as he started to give me a bit more of what I was needing. Everything was slower than I was used to, his movements not as fervent and frenzied.

This was a passion that we had never tried.

"Stefan, please," I beg, "I need you now. It feels so good."

"If it feels so good, my love, why aren't you satisfied?" Oh, he knew exactly why I wasn't satisfied with the way he was moving himself.

"Faster, Stefan. I need you to go faster," My mate kissed the top of my head and obliged my request, moving his fingers at a quickened pace. With the sudden change in both pressure and pace, I let out a deafening cry.

My climax came rushing towards me, barreling through all of the composure that I had left. Body on fire, I came with a cry of my mate's name, my insides twisting up and letting go of all the tension that he had created inside of me. A deep purr is let through my parted lips, my hips arching themselves into Stefan.

"You did so good, baby girl," he soothes, rubbing my hair. "Are you okay, baby?" I smile and nod, pulling him into a passionate kiss. I love you, my mate. "Tired?"

I shook my head, flipping myself over onto his chest, our bodies facing one another. Without another word I pull my nightgown over my head, exposing my naked chest to him. Stefan growls and rips his own shirt off before grabbing my hips, pulling them onto him. I groan, breaking his grip to take off my own underwear.

Left naked and on top of him, I take off his underwear, revealing his well-sized length. Stefan let out a growl as I gave him a good pump, leaving him wanting more.

"Astrid," he warned, "Don't make me lose it right now."

I chuckle, grabbing his member and moving him closer to my entrance. It was time to tease him just like he had teased me. "I think that you could do with an exercise of patience, Stefan."

My mate digs his hands into my hips, harshly flipping us. Now on the top, Stefan grabs at my pale hips and rams himself into me. I let out a loud whine as he doesn't wait any time before pounding himself into me, stretching me almost painfully. Almost.

"You have no right to tell me about patience when you look like this around me," Stefan seethes into my ear, moving my head to the side. Matching his hurried thrusts inside of me, my mate sucked insistently. "You look so good when you're under me, allowing me to make you my little personal whore."

His degrading language made me moan louder. I grabbed his hair, pulling him away from my neck, before pulling him into a messy kiss. Our mouths worked against each other as his hips rolled into me, our skin slapping against each other.

Pulling back from the kiss for air, Stefan grabbed at my hair, pulling it into a ponytail as he pulled it. I groaned in pleasure as he continued our pursuits for pleasure. Fuck, who would have known that Stefan Salvatore is a beast in the sheets?

The pain at my scalp only fueled my desire for him, making the deep ache in my core grow to a near bursting point.

"Come on baby, let it all go," my mate coaxes, "You look so fucking hot like this."

In Stefan's own words, I did let it all go, the pleasure coursing through my veins like running lava, pulling me down into the abyss of euphoria. My legs shaking, my mate let out a roar as he came inside of me. His own hips shaking and unsteady, Stefan slid himself out of me before crashing down on the bed. I groaned at the loss of contact, feeling a warm substance moving out of my core.

I snuggled back up to Stefan, rolling the blanket over the two of us. "You're so comfy."

"Only for you, my love."