Gabriel's Mate
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Her tight channel was slick, and the scent of it whipped his desire into overdrive. This woman was all he’d ever wanted and all he would ever want for the rest of his long life. As her legs wrapped around his hips, he threw his head back and roared. This was the woman he wanted to claim as his mate at any cost.
He felt Maya’s claws dig into his back and realized that her vampire side was emerging. His own body hardened. When he looked at her face, he saw her fangs push out between her lips, evidence that she was losing control. He greeted the knowledge with a growl. “Mine.”
At the possessive word, her gaze collided with his. He saw his sentiment echoed in the depth of her eyes. She panted heavily, her chest rising and falling in quick succession. Her parted lips showed her fangs clearly now. They reminded him of the pleasure he’d felt when she’d fed from him.
“I want you, Gabriel.”
“Then take me. Feed from me,” he commanded.
“Now?” Her eyes widened.
“Now.” He pulled back and plunged deep back into her, punctuating his point. Her muscles contracted around him, squeezing him like a tight fist. Gabriel tried to ignore the flesh that slapped against her mound with every thrust, but it became more difficult with every stroke. It felt as if the darn thing was lengthening. But before he could look down to investigate, he felt Maya’s fangs in his neck.
Everything was forgotten with the first pull on his vein. His heart pumped vigorously to bring the blood to the vein she was suckling from. He could sense her hunger now, physically sense it. Her heart beat against his in a tantalizing staccato, and his own heartbeat matched hers beat for beat.
Gabriel slowed his thrusts as a sense of utter bliss built in his chest. In his many decades as a vampire, he’d never felt the kind of high he felt now as the woman he loved took his blood inside her at the same time as he impaled her over and over again with his hard shaft. It didn’t matter that this was not the way he’d imagined making love to her.
He’d dreamed of laying her on a soft bed, with candles illuminating the room, soft music playing in the background. Worshipping her, loving her. This was different. The intensity of their lovemaking shocked him to the core. He’d never expected her to be this wild and primal.
But here she was, allowing him to fuck her in the living room of his boss’ house where at any time somebody could interrupt them. Yet, he couldn’t stop. All he wanted was for her to come apart in his arms, to feel the love he held in his heart, to understand that he would do anything for her.
His pistoning cock knew no end—relentlessly it drove into her to feel the tightness of her sheath, the slickness of her quivering pussy. It had found its home. He felt the pressure in his balls build.
“Baby, I can’t hold back any longer.” But he wanted her to come with him. He didn’t want to be selfish.
Maya let go of his neck and licked over the incisions. Then she looked at him, her lips glistening with his blood. “Then come.”
Gabriel clenched his jaw, trying to hold back. “Not before you do.”
A little smile curved around her lips. “Please, come.”
He could feel her muscles clench around his cock, and he knew she’d deliberately done it. His release was inevitable. He felt the onslaught of sensations as his seed shot through his cock and filled her. “Fuck!”
He pulled back and plunged deep once more, letting his orgasm engulf him. As he collapsed against her, regret followed bliss. She hadn’t come. He’d failed.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
Her hands in his hair, she pulled his head back from where he’d buried it against the crook of her neck. She smiled at him. “Sorry for what?”
“You didn’t come.”
“My body doesn’t quite work that way.”
Gabriel cringed. “I was too rough with you. I didn’t do it right. Baby, I’m so sorry.” He’d let his baser instincts take over.
She put her finger on his lips. “No. That’s not it. I loved it, every single second of it. But I don’t come from penetration. No man has ever made me come like that.”
“You came when I licked you.”
“Because the only way I can come is if my clitoris is stimulated.”
He wished he knew more about a woman’s body than the limited experience he had. He’d have to learn—fast. “We’ll try again. I’ll promise you, you’ll come when I’m inside you.”
He’d just been handed a challenge, and by God, he’d meet that challenge even if it cost him his last breath. He needed her to come with him so they could share that ultimate ecstasy and experience that closeness that would only come when they were both soaring, letting their bodies fall and catch each other.
He felt Maya’s claws dig into his back and realized that her vampire side was emerging. His own body hardened. When he looked at her face, he saw her fangs push out between her lips, evidence that she was losing control. He greeted the knowledge with a growl. “Mine.”
At the possessive word, her gaze collided with his. He saw his sentiment echoed in the depth of her eyes. She panted heavily, her chest rising and falling in quick succession. Her parted lips showed her fangs clearly now. They reminded him of the pleasure he’d felt when she’d fed from him.
“I want you, Gabriel.”
“Then take me. Feed from me,” he commanded.
“Now?” Her eyes widened.
“Now.” He pulled back and plunged deep back into her, punctuating his point. Her muscles contracted around him, squeezing him like a tight fist. Gabriel tried to ignore the flesh that slapped against her mound with every thrust, but it became more difficult with every stroke. It felt as if the darn thing was lengthening. But before he could look down to investigate, he felt Maya’s fangs in his neck.
Everything was forgotten with the first pull on his vein. His heart pumped vigorously to bring the blood to the vein she was suckling from. He could sense her hunger now, physically sense it. Her heart beat against his in a tantalizing staccato, and his own heartbeat matched hers beat for beat.
Gabriel slowed his thrusts as a sense of utter bliss built in his chest. In his many decades as a vampire, he’d never felt the kind of high he felt now as the woman he loved took his blood inside her at the same time as he impaled her over and over again with his hard shaft. It didn’t matter that this was not the way he’d imagined making love to her.
He’d dreamed of laying her on a soft bed, with candles illuminating the room, soft music playing in the background. Worshipping her, loving her. This was different. The intensity of their lovemaking shocked him to the core. He’d never expected her to be this wild and primal.
But here she was, allowing him to fuck her in the living room of his boss’ house where at any time somebody could interrupt them. Yet, he couldn’t stop. All he wanted was for her to come apart in his arms, to feel the love he held in his heart, to understand that he would do anything for her.
His pistoning cock knew no end—relentlessly it drove into her to feel the tightness of her sheath, the slickness of her quivering pussy. It had found its home. He felt the pressure in his balls build.
“Baby, I can’t hold back any longer.” But he wanted her to come with him. He didn’t want to be selfish.
Maya let go of his neck and licked over the incisions. Then she looked at him, her lips glistening with his blood. “Then come.”
Gabriel clenched his jaw, trying to hold back. “Not before you do.”
A little smile curved around her lips. “Please, come.”
He could feel her muscles clench around his cock, and he knew she’d deliberately done it. His release was inevitable. He felt the onslaught of sensations as his seed shot through his cock and filled her. “Fuck!”
He pulled back and plunged deep once more, letting his orgasm engulf him. As he collapsed against her, regret followed bliss. She hadn’t come. He’d failed.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
Her hands in his hair, she pulled his head back from where he’d buried it against the crook of her neck. She smiled at him. “Sorry for what?”
“You didn’t come.”
“My body doesn’t quite work that way.”
Gabriel cringed. “I was too rough with you. I didn’t do it right. Baby, I’m so sorry.” He’d let his baser instincts take over.
She put her finger on his lips. “No. That’s not it. I loved it, every single second of it. But I don’t come from penetration. No man has ever made me come like that.”
“You came when I licked you.”
“Because the only way I can come is if my clitoris is stimulated.”
He wished he knew more about a woman’s body than the limited experience he had. He’d have to learn—fast. “We’ll try again. I’ll promise you, you’ll come when I’m inside you.”
He’d just been handed a challenge, and by God, he’d meet that challenge even if it cost him his last breath. He needed her to come with him so they could share that ultimate ecstasy and experience that closeness that would only come when they were both soaring, letting their bodies fall and catch each other.
