I slow my pace along his cock, going for long sensual strokes, hitting my clit over and over again, only building my own frustration, but I can’t seem to stop.
“Does that mean you’ll let me ride you?” I plead.
He doesn’t respond for a moment, only pants out breath after breath below me, face flushed. His expression goes from uncertain, to certain, and back again. I can tell that he’s fighting a war with himself.
But then he pants, “Yes, god yes.”
That’s all I needed to hear as I rip open his shirt and kiss along each of his abs, licking and sucking my way to his belt. He writhes beneath me at the touch, and I grin and I sit up to undo his belt. He pushes my own pants down, both of us frantic to feel skin on skin, desire on desire. Without preamble, he thrusts into me, filling me completely. I cry out, throwing my head back and coming right then and there, my pussy contracting against him. Gabriel moans, gripping both [8]of my hips and pushing me as far onto his cock as I can go. I shudder and fall against his chest, kissing his pectorals and throat, nearly spent already before even beginning.
But then he begins to move for me, pounding his hips up and down, pulling my body to meet him thrust for thrust. I moan again, kissing a path to his lips and claiming his tongue once more. He kisses me back, passionately, desperately as we rise higher and higher together. Without thinking, I run my tongue along both his canines once again, drawing more blood than before. The taste of my blood seems to set him into a frenzy, his tempo picking up to a nearly bruising speed. I cry out again, gripping his shoulders for support as my clit hits the hard lines of his stomach over and over again, nearly pushing me over the edge.
“Oh Gabriel, I’m going to come!” I moan into his mouth, our tongues still tangled together.
He growls against my lips and rips his tongue from my mouth, only to sink his fangs deep into my neck. The sensation is a mixture of both pain and pleasure, and I grip his shoulders for dearly life as he drinks from me. My own tempo becomes frenzied as I reach down and rub my aching clit, my hands shaking with a barely restrained orgasm. Gabriel catches my wrist, stopping me and replacing my hand with his. His fingers pinch my clit hard, and I cry out, spiraling over the cliff. The orgasm wracks my body, sending wave after wave of delicious pleasure through me.
I sit up, throwing my head back and riding him harder and harder, dragging on my orgasm for as long as I possibly can. Blood flies, but I barely register it, the only thing I can focus on is my own pleasure, the shaking in my limbs. Gabriel roars as he too, comes while grasping my hips in an iron grip. The moment I feel his cock unload within me, another orgasm hits, my body convulsing with it. I fall onto his chest, digging my fingers into his skin. Gabriel grasps my hair, pulling my head to the side so he can lick the wound on my neck closed, preventing me from losing even more blood. I sigh once they close, the dull ache fading.
We lie there for a moment, both of us panting, the sweat coating our bodies sticking us together. His cock is still hard, twitching inside me, practically begging me to start our love making anew. I want to, oh, how I want to, but I feel the same way now as I did last week. Completely spent, my limbs shaking with fatigue so completely that I’m not sure whether or not I’ll have the strength to stand, let alone ride him again.
Gabriel slides out of me, sitting up with me cradled in his arms. “I’m going to take us into the lake to wash off.”
He takes the rest of my clothes off until I’m bare before him, as he is before me. I blush when he stands up and walks into the water, washing my arms and neck with a tender gentleness that makes my heart squeeze in my chest. We don’t speak for the next few minutes, and he even goes as far as dipping my hair into the water. The lake turns pink around us, letting me know that I had sprayed quite a bit of blood by yanking his fangs from my neck again.
“You’ve got to stop doing that,” he murmurs, pulling me in close. “It’s the whole reason you feel so tired afterward.”
I shrug. “I can’t help it, I think I like the pain.”
He chuckles. “My, my, what a bad girl you are.”
My face flushes again at his teasing, and I smack his chest lightly as he walks us out of the lake, setting me down on the sand. I wobble a bit, clutching at his arms when the world sways back and forth. He leads me to my horse and I grab onto the reins for stability as he grabs a towel from his saddle bag. I don’t protest when he begins to towel dry my body, even going so far to kneel in front of me, toweling off my legs. In a quick movement, he leans in and plants a kiss right on the apex of my thighs. I cry out, knees trembling at the shock of desire that flies through me. He chuckles again but opts to stand up rather than torturing me further.
His eyes travel down my body once more before he walks back to his saddle bag. I kneel to grab my clothes off of the ground, pulling them on while also not being able to trust myself to stay upright. That was what I needed, and if I’m being honest, I need a lot more of it. Preferably with all of the brothers. When did I turn into such a horn dog? It must be the curse. . or the fact that you’re falling for them, my mind whispers. Instead of dwelling on the thought, I shake it away before looking up at Gabriel, worried that he heard my thoughts.
He’s still not looking at me as he pulls out a blanket and a plastic bag full of what I assume to be food. “When did you have the time to pack all that?”
He shrugs. “I didn’t, it was in here. I can only assume that this was Raph’s plan.”
“To take me to the lake and fuck me?” I ask, puzzled.
He bursts out laughing. “No! To take you here and romance you,” he says, pausing when his chin dips. “His will is stronger than mine. I have failed my brothers.”
Guilt swirls through my chest. I practically forced myself on him, and yet he’s placing all the blame on his shoulders. I should have had more self-control, damnit. I was sad, and admittedly, a little desperate for physical touch. Mostly to drown out everything else. Gabriel spreads out the blanket and kneels down beside me, pulling me in against his side.
“It’s both of our faults, okay?” I whisper, clutching his shirt.
“Okay, now that’s enough guilt and sadness for one day,” he replies, waving his free hand through the air. “Time for you to learn about controlling your thoughts.”
I sit up eagerly. “Yes! Perfect.”
“But first, drink some of this and eat a protein bar. You’re pretty pale,” he replies, handing me a bottle of orange juice.
I raise my brows. “Are you sure Raph wasn’t planning on sucking my blood? This is like when they give you a cookie and a juice box after you donate blood.”
He narrows his eyes. “Have you ever given blood?”
I shake my head. “Just my mom and friends. I always went with my mom for moral support, she hates needles.”
He nods, satisfied with my answer. I’m not sure what there would be to be upset about if I did give blood. Are no other vampires allowed to drink my brand of blood? I giggle at my own thoughts. Brand. What in the world am I thinking? I swear, these men have changed me so much in the past three weeks, and I’m still deciding whether or not it’s a good thing.
Gabriel pulls out a sealed container of cookies, and the moment the lid pops off, the strong smell of cinnamon and oatmeal wafts toward me. I nearly groan at the smell, snatching two cookies when he holds out the container to me. He grins, but wisely doesn’t comment when I shoot a warning glare his way. Giving blood is taxing, and I need to keep up my strength. After finishing the first cookie and licking my fingers, I shift to sit across from him, pulling my legs beneath me.