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GAbrIEL
When her taste exploded across my tongue, I thought I was going to come from that alone. But this wasn’t about me, and despite the urge to hump the mattress like a man possessed, I tuned into her and sent her over the edge again and again and again—
God, it was glorious. Even more so knowing I was the first to do it.
The first to show her what it could be like.
The first to show her she was worthy of complete devotion, and worship, without asking for anything in return.
She went limp in Seven’s arms, and I rested my forehead against her thigh as I fought to catch my breath.
Seven wasn’t any better as he leaned against her hair and inhaled great gulps of air.
“Fuck, that was incredible,” he muttered.
He opened his eyes at the same time as I did and when our gaze met, something new passed between us. His attention sharpened in tentative awe. My fingers twitched, inches from where his hand lay on Emersyn’s thigh. Almost like I wanted to touch him.
It completely caught me off guard and scared the fuck out of me.
I looked away and the spell was broken. Seven didn’t say anything, and it wasn’t weird because it had been so brief and small it was easy to ignore.
Instead, we both turned our focus to Emersyn.
We pulled the covers back and maneuvered her between us.
She burrowed into my chest with a sigh of contentment that I felt viscerally.
She deserved this. We all deserved this.
Seven wrapped himself around her from behind, and my hand settled on his hip like it belonged there.
I closed my eyes to avoid looking at him in the darkened room.
I’d never shied away from the intimacy he and I experienced because it was just what came with the territory of our shared past. We touched, hugged, and communicated in a way that went beyond friends, but stopped before lovers.
Our relationship had never been physical.
I’d never desired that. I didn’t think Seven did either, at least he’d never expressed it. I knew he was bisexual, but he’d never made a move. I wondered if sharing a woman was when the line would finally blur. I wondered what I’d do when that happened.
Those ‘what-ifs’ drifted off with me as I fell asleep feeling safer and more relaxed than I had in a long time.
I woke up to a pair of sleepy blue eyes staring at me. We were all in the same position we’d fallen asleep in and once again, I realized I hadn’t been visited by my nightmares.
“Morning, beautiful,” I mumbled.
A tint of pink stained her cheeks. “Morning.”
Her hands were on my chest, and she slowly traced a few of my tattoos with the tips of her fingers.
My arms that banded her waist tightened, and I was immediately aware of all the places our bodies touched.
I ran my lips along her jaw. Her small catch of breath was nothing but fuel to a fire that had only been banked with sleep.
“Careful, you might start something,” I warned.
A breath of amusement and her hands grew bolder. “Sounds dangerous.”
Dark intent glazed her eyes as she pressed her hips against mine. I groaned as my cock hardened. My hands slipped lower and gripped her ass. Her lips parted and she rocked her hips against mine. I trailed my fingers along her skin and felt her come alive under my touch.
I trailed light kisses up her neck to her jaw. “What do you want?”
She writhed against me, but that wouldn’t do. “I need your words, gorgeous.”
A crease of frustration appeared between her brows. “You. I want–you–” I nipped her jaw and her breathless words cut off.
“You want me to…what?” I rumbled against her neck. I sucked lightly on a spot just below her ear and a breathy moan made my cock twitch and leak. Her fingers twisted in my hair, and yanked my head back just enough for her to glare at me.
“I want you to fuck me, damnit,” she growled.
I smirked. “So feisty.”
Emersyn opened her mouth to reply, but I dragged her lower lip between my teeth, and then my lips were on hers.
Her body surged toward mine as she deepened the kiss.
My hand slid down her thigh and yanked it over my hip.
Her pussy lay against my cock. The heat of her already frayed my control and I wasn’t even inside her yet.
Emersyn tried to slide my cock inside, but I held her in place and teased my length along her opening. She was soaked. I slid across her clit again and again.
“Gabriel,” she gasped against my lips. “Please.”
My name, and her breathless plea, unraveled me. I slowly pressed inside her and pulled back to watch every moment play across her face. Inch by slow torturous inch I continued, until my gasps merged with her ragged breaths. My hand splayed across her ass as I bottomed out inside her.
Our kiss grew reverent and desperate, but through it all I held still. She trembled, chest heaving and when she tightened her walls around me, I groaned against her lips.
“I need you—” She cut off with a soft whimper.
“What do you need?” I whispered.
“Move,” she whispered back.
I slowly pulled my hips back until just my head was at her entrance, then inch by inch entered her again.
I didn’t stop. The rhythm was agonizingly slow, until I felt the strain of control, as sweat dripped down my back.
My hand came up and twisted into her hair.
I held her eyes, hooded with lust and as lost in me as I was in her.
I studied every bit of pleasure on her face and inhaled every gasp.
We moved together, faster—caught up in the urge to chase, to hunt down the edge that lured us deeper.
My lips attacked her throat at the same time my hand left her hair to grip her thigh, and her hips moved with mine, taking me deeper.
“Touch yourself,” I demanded, my breath nothing more than a rasp in my throat.
Her hand disappeared between us, and she jolted against my chest. Her fingers found the rhythm that I saw in her eyes was going to devastate her.
“That’s it, touch that delicious little clit of yours,” I panted.
“You feel so good,” she whined.
“So do you,” I growled.
“Oh fuck—”
“Are you going to come for me, little storm?”
“Yes!” She gasped out a cry as she writhed in my arms.
“Yes, baby, just like that,” I murmured.
I watched with rapture as the pleasure took over her face.
She pulsed around my cock with delicious abandon until I had no choice but to follow her.
Her hand rested on my heart that hammered wildly as I came down from the high.
Her forehead was against my chest while she caught her own breath.
I met Seven’s eyes over her head where he was obviously awake.
Not sure who’d be able to sleep through that.
“That was hot,” he said.
Without lifting her head, Emersyn’s hand flew backward as she sought him out.
He took her hand and entwined his fingers with hers before bringing it around her waist. He settled closer to us.
His arm rested against my abs and a fire erupted again at the heat of his skin.
He looked at me curiously, but before it could get weird, there was a knock on the door.
When none of us said anything, the knock quickly became banging.
Seven leaned away from Emersyn and looked toward the door.
“What the fuck?” He shouted.
“Do none of you look at your phones?” It was Knight. “There’s a sitrep in ten minutes!”
Seven groaned and buried his face into Emersyn’s neck. She giggled, but it quickly became a sigh. None of us wanted to go sit through a situation report. Talk about a buzz kill.
“I should probably shower,” she muttered.
“I’ll go start one for you,” Seven said. “In fact, we should probably shower together. Save time.”