Chapter 30 #2
I nodded, eyes on the red of the bite marks I’d left scattered across his shoulders and neck. I shallowed, imagining biting him now, as a human. Standing on the tips of my toes and taking a mouthful of his skin, sucking on it, marking him as mine.
As if he had heard the thought, Gabriel turned and circled my waist with his arms, crushing me against him. I let out a short gasp and looked up at him.
His pale hair was plastered to his forehead. Water droplets ran off his nose and eyelashes, down his jaw. Without thinking, I rocked up and licked at one.
And then he was on me.
He reached down to grip my ass with one hand and keep me tight against him with the other as his mouth covered mine, teeth catching at my tongue as it slipped back between my lips.
I whined and worked my hands up between us until I could hold onto his shoulder and neck, pulling him closer. The water made our bodies warm and wet.
“We don’t have to talk about it,” he said, crouching down so that he could press his face into my chest. I gasped as his mouth found one nipple and then the other, sucking at them lazily.
His hair was better to tug at when it was wet, giving me some grip and making it feel thicker. My leg wrapped around his hip as I tried to bring myself to his level.
Gabriel turned us carefully but determinedly, so that my back was to the tile wall, and then he looked up at me, our faces only inches apart. He looked completely open. All the coldness of the Alpha male was gone, his cheeks flushed slightly, lips wet.
“Is this okay?” he asked, hands wrapping under my thighs, and I nodded vigorously, helping him lift me up by bracing my heel against the edge of the tub.
The water hit Gabriel’s shoulder and ran off in rivulets that lit up his skin as it caught the light.
He secured one leg around his hip and held my hip pressed against the wall with his other hand, positioning himself snuggly between my legs.
Somehow, even with the water washing down both of our bodies, I was still wet enough for him to slip in easily.
It wasn’t an easy position, but the tight angle of it felt good, a little raw, and he hiked me up, grunting at the feeling more than the effort.
I couldn’t help moaning but tried to do it quietly, the fact that Sophia might return early playing as a very real possibility in the very back of my head.
The water broke through the sounds of us panting and groaning with the effort to stay upright.
A few times, his cock almost slipped out he pulled back so far, but then he was slamming into me again and the cold tile against my back, combined with the feeling as the tip of his head rubbed against my entrance, had me biting my lip.
“Fuck,” I heard him mutter against my chest and he bit down on the top of my left breast, marking me like I’d marked him earlier.
Pleasure crested inside of me, but I already knew I wouldn’t be cumming tonight.
I was too focused on him—how he looked, how he felt, the shift of expressions and emotions on his face.
I reached up and touched his cheek before cupping his jaw and tilting his head so that he had to look at me. His eyes opened wide, focused on me as much I was focused on him. They were glassy but a warm kind of greyish-blue that made my chest ache.
“Are you going to cum for me?” I murmured, bracing myself against a built-in shelf and lifting my weight to grind down on him. His hips snapped up, burying himself deeper, and he nodded, jaw tight.
“Like that,” I said, doing it again, digging my fingernails into the meat of his shoulder and watching his face screw up with pleasure.
He was panting short breaths now and it made me think of him in wolf form, tongue lolling out, ears tipped forward.
“Like that,” I said again, and he surged forward, keeping his hips pressed against mine as he thrust hard and deep at a furious pace.
The sensations of the water, his fingers digging into my thighs, and the slap of our skin was too much for me to feel his release, but the expression on his face was even better.
His brows were knit tight and his mouth hanging open slightly.
Our breathing was loud now, without the sound of fucking to drown it out. Only the water overrode it.
Gabriel sighed and helped me slide down the wall carefully. He kept his hands on my waist, body folded over in front of me, and I supported his weight as much as I could.
“It’s so hot in here,” I commented, stepping out of the water and turning the temperature down. Gabriel held himself upright against the wall, looking up at me through his bangs again.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
But the tone of voice he said it in made that pressure start behind my nose and eyes again, and I turned away from him, only nodding in response.
The truth was, I wasn’t okay. I couldn’t face the fact that this was going to be the last time I saw him and could think, though even now the word was tinged with guilt, mine.
He wasn’t mine.
He was Sophia’s now. Still the King, still the Alpha of all the packs, including my own, and if anyone was in possession of anyone, it was him who possessed me.
The reminder that I was just an omega and a servant cooled me off immediately. I stepped out of the shower without looking at him and wrapped a thick towel around myself quickly.
The sound of the curtain opening was abrupt and annoying.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asked obliviously.
I grit my teeth but couldn’t stop myself.
“Yes. You showed up here. Tonight, of all nights.”
Gabriel stepped out of the shower soaking wet, not even bothering to wring his hair out or reach for a towel.
“You’re really going to end things so angrily?”
I whirled on him, hair sticking to my cheeks and throat. “Are you kidding me? I’ve tried to end this more than once, Gabriel, and you’re the one who keeps coming to find me. But I guess that’s your right, isn’t it? You’re my Alpha, so you can have me whenever you want.”
His faced closed quickly, turning into a perfect mask of royalty and composure. I stared up at him, feeling sick at having had that effect.
“You think that’s what my intentions have been?” he asked in a cold voice. “You think I wanted to waste my time trailing around after you, when I’ve had twelve females here begging for my attention?”
His words hurt but I’d brought them on myself, so I turned away from him, angrily gathering my clothes.
“I don’t pretend to know what my Alpha desires.”
His hand gripped my upper arm tight enough to bruise and he spun me around, ignoring the pain on my face.
His eyes searched mine, still hard, but insistent now.
“You know exactly what I desire. You know better than anyone else.”
Without another word, Gabriel grabbed his clothes and stalked out of the room, closing the door behind him with a sharp snap.
I shut my eyes tight, willing the tears back. The last thing I needed was for Sophia to show up and ask why I was crying after we’d won.
We won, I repeated to myself, but this didn’t feel anything like winning.