Gabriel & Raven #3
His body softened under hers, and his eyes burned for her in a way she hadn’t seen in weeks.
There you are, she thought, feeling the bond between them tighten again and his chest rumble against hers with his mating trill.
His entire chest vibrated with it like a purr, and she lowered herself against him, her breasts tingling from the vibration.
“How was I fortunate enough to be wed to such a wise and beautiful wife?” he growled, nuzzling her neck and trailing kisses behind her ear. His rough hand buried in her hair and tugged softly until her head tipped back and she was gazing at him through hooded eyes.
“Must have done something good in a past life,” she rasped breathlessly. “Or maybe, you’re just lucky.”
He flipped her onto her back and settled his weight between her thighs.
The cabin must’ve like that because the bed returned to its original king size.
She raised her hips, grinding her clit against his shaft, desperate for sensation.
It had been too long. She needed him inside her, to feel their connection again.
But when she squirmed, desperate for him to enter her, he smiled wickedly.
“Not yet, little witch.” His wings unfurled from his back, and with a single beat landed him on his knees. “Come here and show me how lucky I am.”
Gladly. She crawled to him, his cock monstrously swollen and proud between them. They’d been together for years, and still the sight of it was intimidating. But she lowered her head and licked his shaft from base to tip, swirling it over the head.
Gabriel’s head tipped back with a moan. His pleasure spurred her on. She sucked him into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks and taking him deep to the back of her throat. Sliding back, she swirled her tongue over the head again, then took him deep.
His fingers gripped her head, and he thrust even deeper into her throat until her eyes watered from the size and force of it. Again and again he thrust, her mouth and tongue working over him hungrily, until she felt his balls tighten and she swallowed down hot jets of his cum.
“Fucking lucky,” he growled.
By his tone, she knew this was only the start for Gabriel.
He flipped her over onto her elbows, hiking her hips into the air and spreading her knees wide.
His big, calloused hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place.
Before she could draw her next breath, his mouth was on her pussy from behind, licking up her slit.
His tongue parted her folds and teased the tangle of nerves around her nub, sucking and flicking until heat traveled the length of her body, flushing her neck.
Her orgasm unfolded like a galaxy and then exploded like a star, his sucking drawing out the sensation like a beautiful silken cord of light. She called his name. She needed him, and he knew exactly what she wanted.
With another beat of his wings, he entered her. She was so wet, it took him only a single thrust, but it had been long enough that the invasion stretched her to her limit. She pulsed around him. The tips of her breasts hardened further, and he reached around her to roll them between his fingers.
“Please,” she begged, and he did not deny her.
He pulled back slowly and then entered her fast and sharp, driving in until his hips slapped her ass.
She cried out, and he gave it to her again, circling her waist with his hands and quickening his pace, pulling her to him and finding a rhythm.
His cock felt impossibly longer and harder inside her.
Everything went white, the orgasm a supernova inside her. She clenched around him, milking him. It was enough to push him over the edge. She felt him fill her, overflow her, her inner thighs growing sticky.
When she finally came down from the high, all her muscles twitched limp on the mattress, her body completely sated.
He stretched out beside her, kissing her softly as he brushed the hair back from her face.
Pulled against his chest, she nestled into the crook of his arm. He sheltered her under his wing.
A loud click came from the far side of the cabin. They both turned their heads to watch the door unlock itself and blow open an inch.
“It seems we’re not prisoners anymore,” Raven said, wondering if he’d want to go. But he wasn’t looking at the door. He was looking at her, his mouth moving across her collarbone again and down her breast toward her nipple.
“Close the door, little witch,” he said, his breath hot on her skin. “The cabin might be done with us, but I’m not done with the cabin.”
As a smile spread across her face, and Gabriel settled between her thighs again, she flicked her fingers.
The door to the cabin slammed shut.
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