More Fun than Chasing You
GAbrIEL
“How many is that?” I’m petting Mist, the two of us lounging on the bed while Wren arranges a series of tokens that she imbued with magic on top of our dresser.
According to Soren and Jasper, nearly anything can act as a vessel for their power, but some materials take to it better than others.
So far, everything Wren has suffused holds a small amount of magic.
At first, it took her hours to put her power in one object, but today she was able to accomplish it in a fraction of that time.
After, we went for a walk around camp before Wren visited with Skyler while I sought out Alaric to ask the captain to get a message out of camp for me. It took me longer to track him down than I’d have liked, and by the time I had returned, it had nearly been dinnertime.
Wren and Skyler had laughed and giggled the whole time, their heads bent as they whispered.
I’m not sure what they were talking about, but it definitely wasn’t magic.
We sat with Skyler, Soren, and Jasper in the main hall, enjoying a hearty meal of roast chicken and rice before walking back to our cabin in the waning daylight.
“This is my fifth one,” Wren says, answering my previous question. She turns around with a smile, smoothing her dress. “Can you believe it?”
My lips twitch. “Of course I can.”
“Really?” She looks shocked, and the fact that this incredible woman doesn’t know how wonderful she is boggles my mind.
That is something I will have to rectify.
“Yes. You are amazing, Wren, and you can achieve whatever you set your mind to.”
That’s one of the many reasons I love you.
The words rest on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t say them yet. This isn’t the right time, but I know I won’t be able to keep my thoughts inside much longer.
Loving Wren isn’t something that snuck up on me. I’ve been falling for her since the first time she ran from me and I gave chase. At first, I resented her for the way she captivated me. She made my job difficult and stopped me from getting the promotion that was within my reach.
But now this gods-blessed has become my whole world. I will follow her wherever she goes.
Nothing is as valuable as her—she is the jewel of my life, and I will spend the rest of my days protecting her. Not because she isn’t strong and can’t fight her own battles, but because she’s mine, and I take care of those who belong to me.
Wren blushes, and the sight sends blood rushing to my cock. She’s so fucking stunning, and she doesn’t even realize it.
“You sound so sure,” she murmurs.
“I am. Look at all you’ve already accomplished.” I gesture to the dresser. “Admittedly, I’m glad you’re focusing on your magic instead of running away from me.”
Wren juts out her hip, placing a hand on it. “I thought you enjoyed chasing me, Gabe. Isn’t that what you said in the tavern?” Her voice drops, and she mimics me. “‘You’ve made my job interesting, and I’ve had fun chasing you.’”
The words are mine, I said them in Mora, but they sound like they came from a different person. It’s hard to believe that was mere months ago—it feels as though years have passed since then.
“It was fun, Birdie.” I stand, and Mist unfurls from the bed, hopping to the floor and prowling beside me as I cross the room.
My little bird watches me, violet eyes wide, as I step into her space.
With the dresser at her back, she has nowhere to go.
I reach around her and cage her in with my arms, leaning in close.
Our noses nearly brush, and for a long moment, neither of us moves.
We stay there, sharing the same air and existing in the same space.
I sweep my knuckles down her cheek, enjoying the way her breath catches in her throat, and run a curl through my fingers. It’s beautiful, like the rest of her.
“Do you know what?”
“What?” she breathes.
Releasing the lock of hair, I trace her cheek, her jaw, and then her lips. Our bodies drift together, drawn by an unseen force, until my mouth hovers over hers. Our breath mingles, and our gazes are locked together.
“I enjoyed the chase, but I much prefer the way things are now.”
“You do?” She sways towards me, not that there’s much room for her to move.
I run my hands down her sides until they rest on her hips. “Very much so. After all, if I was still chasing you, I couldn’t do this, could I?”
My hands slide around her, cupping the ample globes of her bottom. Gods, this woman is so fucking perfect, I can barely handle it. My lips descend, slanting over hers, and I kiss her like she is my world—because she is.
Wren gasps, and I slide my tongue into her mouth, swallowing her moan.
I lift Wren, and her legs wrap around my waist. Her ankles dig into my backside, drawing me closer against her. As if she needs me as much as I do her. My cock throbs as she rubs against me. I take a few stumbling steps away from the dresser, pressing her back against the wall.
She threads her hands through my hair, grinding against me. I pull her closer. Kiss her harder. Urgency floods through me, along with desire.
Fuck. The way I want her is unmatched—it feels like I will perish if I don’t have her soon. I’m vaguely aware of Mist turning her back and curling up against the wall, but Wren nips at my lips, and I return my attention to her.
She is such a tease, this gods-blessed of mine, and it makes me so fucking hard. As if I weren’t already desperate for her, dreaming of her every night, yearning for her during every waking moment.
Two can play at this game, though.
Breaking off our kiss, I rest my forehead against hers. Our chests are heaving, and if her heart is beating as fast as mine, it’s racing.
“See?” I murmur, brushing my mouth over hers. The kiss is short. Taunting, even. “This is so much more fun than chasing you, Birdie.”
She stares up at me, and suns, I could get lost in her gaze. It’s not just the bright color of her eyes. It’s the way she looks at me as if she sees me, not just the man who was pursuing her.
“It’s not bad, Hunter.”
“What?” Disbelief courses through me.
She shrugs, her voice taking on a teasing lilt. “Could be better, though.”
A growl rumbles through my chest, and I playfully nip at her lips. “Little bird, did you really just say that?”
She raises her brows, challenge clear in her eyes. “You heard me, Gabe. What are you going to do about it?”
If she thinks I’m going to back down, she’s wrong. I will enjoy every moment of showing her how much fun we can have together. I rock my hips against Wren’s, letting the evidence of my arousal press against her core, and claim her lips in a searing kiss.
“I’m going to take care of you,” I say when we break apart. “And by the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow without remembering how much fun you can have with me—and only me.”
Because this will mean something. What we’ve done so far, I could walk away from. It would ruin me, and I’d never be the same again, but I could do it.
But once I have her like this, once I make her mine, there will be no going back.
She gasps as I carry her to the bed. Laying her down like the treasure she is, I blanket her body with mine.
Suns, she is gods-damned gorgeous.
“Gabe,” she whimpers, looking up at me. Her hair is a mess around her, her cheeks are flushed, and her Mark glows a stunning blue.
I want to explore every part of her, taste her, and sink into her warmth, making her mine.
That incomplete bond within me rejoices at the thought of becoming even closer to Wren. I read about bonds in the books the seer gave us, and I know it won’t be permanent and unbreakable without a ceremony, but this will make it stronger.
“Tell me to stop,” I say hoarsely. Supporting myself on my elbows, I keep most of my weight off her. “If you don’t want this, tell me to stop, and I will.” I rock against her core, bemoaning our still-clothed state. “If I have you like this, you will be mine. I won’t let you go after.”
Her eyes sweep over mine for the longest moment before she nods.
“Out loud, Birdie.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “Do you want this?”
Do you want me? The unspoken words swirl around us.
A beat passes, then two, before her lips curl up.
“Yes, Gabriel. Of course I want this.” She lifts herself on her elbows, her chest brushing mine, and kisses me. Hard.
We’re both breathless when she pulls away and adds, “I want you in every way.” She peers at me from beneath her lashes, blushing. “I’ve been taking a contraceptive tonic for a couple weeks. Sky got it for me.”
We could’ve been doing this for weeks? Gods damn it.
Wren smirks as if she knows I’m stunned, and her hand travels down my front.
Lower and lower, until she cups my dick through my clothes.
She strokes me, her fingers learning the feel of me, leaving me breathless.
Her thumb brushes over my tip, and fuck.
I almost lose control right there, like a suns-damned teenager being touched for the first time.
And that won’t do.
I capture Wren’s hand, pulling it away. She makes a sound of frustration, wiggling beneath me, huffing my name, but I smile ruefully. “None of that, little bird. I intend to do this properly.”
Every moment we’ve known each other has been building up to this. Every word, every heated look, every touch, every kiss, every dream that has left me hard and wanting, needing to take the edge off daily.
I want to savor this moment and show Wren exactly how much I want her.
I reach for the laces of her dress, brushing my knuckles over her breasts. “Will you allow me the honor of undressing you?”
She hitches a breath before dipping her chin.
“Words, Wren,” I remind her.
“Yes,” she breathes.
I slant my mouth over hers, the kiss equally gentle and claiming.
Her hands fall to the sides, tangling in the sheets, and I tug the laces, loosening the bindings keeping her from me.
They fall away slowly, and I move back, helping Wren out of her dress before I gently push her shoulder, and she falls back onto the mattress.
She’s wearing a band around her breasts and matching black panties.
“Gods,” I say gruffly. My chest warms at the sight of her, and I cannot believe she is here with me. “You are magnificent.”
Exquisite, even. The swell of her heavy breasts beckons me, and I cannot resist them any more than any other part of her. I kiss one breast through the fabric of her binding, then the other. She gasps, writhing beneath me.
I groan against her. “If I didn’t have other plans for you, I’d spend all night lavishing these with my attention.”
One day, I’ll spend hours worshipping her tits. Not tonight, though.
“Oh?” She looks at me through lowered lashes. “What are these plans?”
My lips twitch. “You’ll find out soon enough.” Wren huffs, and I chuckle. “Patience, Birdie. I won’t keep you waiting for long.”
I won’t be able to last much longer myself.
I slide off the bed long enough to shuck off my clothes, tossing them behind me. By the time I’m naked, Wren has forgone her underthings as well.
“Fuck,” I rumble, adjusting myself as I soak in the sight of her, kneeling on the middle of the bed.
Wren is bare, save for the necklace and bracelet she always wears. Her hands are clasped in front of her, her eyes trained on me. Her Mark glows invitingly, her hair falls over her shoulders, brushing the tips of her breasts, and her nipples are hard. The sight of her has my cock throbbing.
I don’t know what I did to deserve this stunning woman, but I will forever do my best to be worthy of her.
Her gaze drops, and she doesn’t hide the way she’s drinking me in. Her eyes slide down from the scars that litter my chest to my abdomen, and lower, to where my cock stands erect under her attention. A rosy hue paints her cheeks.
“I believe I was promised a bit of fun, Hunter?” she asks coyly, a smirk dancing on her lips.
“You were.” I stay where I am, pinned by her heated gaze.
She lifts a brow. “Was this what you had in mind? Because the view is great, believe me, but—”
Wren lets out a squeak as the mattress dips beneath my weight.
I cover her lips with mine, my hand finding her throat and gently holding her.
Her pulse flutters beneath my fingers, but the way she’s looking at me—there is nothing but trust reflected in her eyes.
I stroke my thumb across her neck, kissing her deeply and easing her back until she’s lying on the bed and I’m kneeling between her spread legs.
She is a moonlit goddess, and I am an eager parishioner, prepared to worship at her altar for the rest of eternity.
I graze my hand down her front, pausing to pay attention to each of her breasts before traveling lower. Her breath is heavy, and I can feel the weight of her gaze on me as I kneel between her legs.
I press a kiss to the insides of her knees. She gasps.
“Are you having fun yet, Wren?” My voice is low. Rough.
“Well . . .”
Another kiss. Higher, this time. “How about now?”
“I don’t know . . .”
A third kiss, halfway up her thigh. “Now?”
“I . . . um . . .”
I trace her inner thigh, brushing my lips right next to her pussy. “Tell me, Wren, is this fun?”
Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she groans my name.
“Or maybe . . .” I dip my head, dragging her clit into my mouth. Her back arches, and her fingers dig into my hair, holding me in place. “Is this the kind of fun you were hoping for?” I ask against the heat of her.
“Yes, this. Definitely this,” she says breathlessly.
And then the time for words is over. I devote myself to my worship, licking and sucking on Wren’s clit, drawing the most beautiful moans from her. I slide one finger, then two, inside her soaked entrance. Her walls clamp down on me, and I moan against her heat, pumping my fingers.
“You’re going to take my cock so well, little bird,” I murmur against her core.
A strangled gasp slips from Wren’s lips among a stream of increasingly incoherent words.
“More. I need you. Please. Don’t stop.”
And my favorite.
“Gabe.”
I will never get over hearing her say my name. Especially since as she comes, her body shaking, she screams it for everyone to hear.
She is so beautiful, and she is mine.
Forever.