Chapter 25 #2
His blunt words, combined with the brush of a finger up my inner thigh, had me more turned on than I’d managed to get myself earlier.
“Let me have you,” he murmured.
It was half-demand, half-question, and I felt myself giving in to him. It was hard to resist with the moonlight playing over our skin. My wolf only wanted one thing, and I knew that the man with me—and his wolf—could give it to me.
“Okay,” I gasped, arching my spine more and tilting my hips.
Gabriel’s exhale sounded both relieved and tense. Both of his hands found my hips and he brought me up against him. I felt his length bob against my thigh and whimpered, trying to rub myself against him, even though it was the wrong angle.
I reached back to grip his arm and felt the heavier dusting of hair, meaning that he was still partially transformed at least. Reaching up further and running my fingers through his hair, I could feel the edges of his ears, straight and angled back.
“I’ll try not to bite,” he said, putting a hand in the middle of my back and pushing me down, the other hand pulling my hips back at the same time.
I tried not to think about the fact that I wanted him to bite me.
“Like this?” I gasped out, bracing myself on the ground, enjoying the feel of small rocks and twigs biting into my palms.
He hummed and pulled back enough to line himself up before pushing in at a slow, steady pace.
This was different than the times before; he slid in easily despite how tight my walls gripped him.
“You’re-you’re so wet,” he stammered out and his hips stuttered as he bottomed out.
I threw my head back and rocked back once in warning. If he didn’t move, I was going to.
But Gabriel got the hint and pulled out smoothly again before pressing back in.
He kept the pace slow, steady, consistent, concentrated.
I tried to hold myself perfectly still, back arched, trembling with the effort.
He felt perfect exactly like this; stroking that sensitive spot inside me every time he bottomed out and then pulled back.
The oversized t-shirt had ridden up and was hanging around my chest. My Alpha’s hand came up and clumsily brushed against the underside of my left breast. I whimpered and bucked back hard so that he gripped my chest tight, groaning.
“If you don’t stop that,” he warned, “this isn’t going to last much longer.”
I smirked and ground my hips against his slowly, hearing his breath catch.
“You mean that?” I asked breathlessly.
Gabriel didn’t answer, one hand going to the ground by my shin to keep his balance as I picked up the pace a bit, rolling my hips, humming at the feel of his length slipping in and out so easily.
Without thinking about it, my hand went to my clit again and I rubbed slow circles, letting out a moan at the feeling.
This is what I had needed before.
Gabriel’s hand covered my own briefly, as if checking I was actually doing what he thought I was doing. When he realized that I was, in fact, touching myself, he rose up slightly on his knees and picked up the pace.
“Do you touch yourself without me?” he panted, nails biting into my upper thighs.
“Yesss,” I hissed, quickening my movements until electricity shot up my spine.
“I was… earlier. Before I came into the garden.”
Gabriel choked a bit at that. “I thought I smelled it on you,” he said. “But I didn’t want to think I’d be so lucky.”
“I got so wet thinking about you,” I gasped, riding the edge of an orgasm.
I was so, so close. The feel of his thighs behind me each time I rocked back on him was hot.
Gabriel didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to.
My hand slipped back until I could cup his balls briefly and I felt them tightening.
He grunted and thrust quicker, shallower.
All it took was one more roll of my hips and he bottomed out again, hitting that spot, sending me over the edge.
I let out a snarl that came more from the wolf than me and couldn’t control it anymore, rutting against him freely now, fingers working furiously at my clit.
“Yes,” I gasped, head thrown back. The sound of our skin slapping, wet and erratic, only made the orgasm crest again as I felt Gabriel start to lose control too.
He leaned forward roughly, pressing me closer to the ground and I felt his chest—hairier than it was in full human form—dragging against my back.
I groaned quietly, feeling weightless as he rode out the last few thrusts. Already, I could feel his cum dripping down my thighs and wondered just how long he’d gone without chasing down someone to mate with.
It was a few moments before we were both calm enough to catch our breath. Then Gabriel stood slowly, gripping my upper arm to help me stand. The t-shirt fell back around my waist and covered my thighs, but not the shining trail of cum. Gabriel glanced at it quickly, appearing satisfied.
“Is that why you lured me out here?” I asked quietly, adjusting myself.
The King was fully nude—I watched his ears shift back slowly into completely human, perfectly formed human ears.
“Maybe,” he said darkly, his face obscured in the shadows.
I couldn’t help taking in his form. He was a beautiful specimen of a werewolf; a tight, muscled human body that when transformed would be dangerous. What did his coat look like?
His cock twitched under my gaze and I met his eyes, a smile playing at my lips.
“I thought we were supposed to be avoiding this,” he said, sounding a bit tired and defeated now.
The smile disappeared.
“We should,” I admitted reluctantly. “But I don’t think… this was avoidable.”
“What do you mean?” he asked, sitting on a boulder, and frowning up at me.
The moonlight fell across his face, revealing how beautiful he was. It was almost painful, and I felt ashamed now; I was supposed to be doing everything I could to stay away from him. He and I were not allowed to be together and even in terms of gossip, this would be scandalous.
A brief hookup with a servant was one thing, but an ongoing tryst… it would embarrass his mother, his pack.
I glanced up at the sky, which was lightening now, and Gabriel followed my gaze.
“The moon,” he said, considering it. “I guess that could be part of it. Although I have to admit, I’ve never had these… urges any stronger during a full moon.”
I shrugged, tugging at the hem of my shirt, and wishing now that it was longer.
“Have you?” he asked suddenly, and I knew he was thinking back to the books he’d found in my rooms.
“Not like this,” I said quickly. “I mean, yes, it seems to affect my libido. But I haven’t been tempted like this before. I’ve always had better control over it.”
The grin was slow to spread across his face.
“So you find me tempting?” he asked, and I smiled back without meaning to.
“Says the man who lured me out into a forest and had his way with me.”
A gust of wind blew through the trees, silencing both of us.
We stayed for a few more moments, looking anywhere but at one another. Then Gabriel stood, lightly cupping himself for modesty.
“I should get back,” he said quietly.
I stepped back slightly, further into the forest and away from the direction I knew the palace was.
“I… I’m going to run for a while longer,” I told him.
Gabriel searched my face before nodding stiffly.
Without looking back, I took two quick steps toward a boulder and leapt, pulling myself up and over into the forest.