Page 74 of Wolf.e

He pulls back and his eyes trace the lines of my face. My eyes, my lips, my jaw. I watch his tortured expression of concentration as he finds my throat, places his palm against it and breathes deep.

“You will hold no space to fear anything in this world except me. If anyone threatens you or tries to hurt you, they will be met with a suffering so deep that Lucifer himself will beg mercy for their souls. I’ll tear the flesh from their bones one layer at a time and rejoice like the angel of bloodshed I was trained to be.” Gabriel’s hands slide up my back into my hair pulling my head taut to his, he angles my face.

“I own all your fear, little hummingbird. No one else can have it.”

“And what if I don’t want you to own those parts of me?” I ask boldly.

He smirks, his eyes showing me there’s no room for me to argue.

“I don’t ask permission to take what’s already mine,” Gabriel says slowly just before his lips come down on mine in a crushing kiss.

I move to struggle from his hold, his words fueling me to desperately hold onto some semblance of choice, but Gabriel only holds me tighter and kisses me deeper. My arms are buried between us and I use what leverage I can to scratch through his t-shirt.

He pulls back slightly and uses one arm to pull his shirt off by the back of the neck. I trace my finger over the fresh cuts on his shoulders. They aren’t deep and are no longer bleeding.

With the setting sun streaming through the window behind him, casting him in an otherworldly glow, the irony isn’t lost on me that in this moment, Gabriel looks exactly like his namesake. A wolf. A hunter. His hair is loose and wavy, framing his face, and his beard is a little thicker than the last time I saw him.

God, he’s fucking beautiful.

“If you’re going to scratch me up, you better fucking do it right,” he rasps with a smirk that tells me he wants any pain I can offer him, while his lips come down again, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t desperate for him.

Buttons go flying across the hardwood floor as my blouse is torn from my body. Gabriel devours my skin as quickly as it’s revealed to him with rough, open-mouthed kisses. I can’t keep up with the way he feeds on me. It’s a chaotic sort of mayhem. He bites down my arms, up my shoulders, everywhere his mouth can connect, and I know he’s been as starved for me as I have for him. I can’t make sense of it.

I rake my nails down his shoulders as hard as I can, opening up the tiny cuts that already exist there. I don’t do it on purpose, but I realize as he starts to bleed that I’m seeking Gabriel’s blood. He groans into my collarbone before biting into my flesh. I yelp and dig my nails in deeper. His lips meet mine again and force me to open. Every single perfectly timed swipe of his tongue stokes the fire in me that burns for him.

A quick flick of his thumb and forefinger has my jeans undone. He lifts me with one arm and pulls them from my body and in one fluid motion they hit the floor, not once breaking the kiss to my lips. I wrap my legs around him as he begins to move. Gabriel presses me against the glass of the picture window. I suck in a breath when the chill of it hits my skin.

One finger trails the valley between my heaving breasts, downward over my belly button then abruptly into the black cotton and lace of the panties I’m wearing that are soaked right through. Gabriel growls a sound from deep within his chest as he’s met with my desire.

“Look at you. I knew this dripping cunt would be ready and begging for me…” I let my head fall back against the glass as he roughly slides two fingers into me. “So you don’t want my protection, but you want my cock?” he muses.

“I don’t know what I want,” I gasp as his thumb presses into my clit with perfect pressure. “I—”

“You want the illusion of choice so badly… give it to me, Brinley. How should I make you come first? How should I prove this perfect pussy is mine whenever and however I want it?”

My moans fill the air as he brings me to the brink of orgasm and then stops.

A desperate little whimper escapes my lips when Gabriel pulls his fingers from me and it makes him laugh, a deep dark delicious sound I would get down on my knees and pray for.

“You don’t have a choice, little hummingbird. Just like I don’t.”

His inked skin is a stark contrast to mine unmarked. His arms are flexed with the weight of me in his hands, and my nails dig deep into his shoulders. But his eyes throw me off the ledge when they meet mine. He looks at me like he is the one begging.

“I don’t care how you take me; I just want you. I want it all,” I beg, lost because I finally let myself believe what I’ve been fighting.

Gabriel is right, my body does beg for his. I want every single part of him. The thing is, now I know his secret.

His body also begs for mine.

Nothing has changed in the five days since I was last buried in her, but everything feels heavier, more ominous. Brinley’s safety rests in my hands. Five days ago, the only person I was trying to save her from was me, from my world. Her black hair is wild and everywhere, her cheeks are flushed, nipples pebbled, that perfect fucking cunt glistening. Mine for the taking.

The fire she doesn’t know how to use yet creeps into her blue eyes, the embers burning. I want to stoke those embers within her, bring out her fire. Something about her being such a good girl makes me want to dig deep inside her soul and pull out every dark and depraved desire I can find.

“I don’t care… how you take me. I just want you… I want it all,” she says in the most honest little whimper, and her submission affects me in the most visceral way without even trying.

Brinley yelps as I lift her supple body up and toss her easily over my shoulder. She’s about to learn what it means to have that little smirk fucked right off her face.

I hit the switch to turn on my bedroom lamp as I make my way through the door. My boots are heavy on the wood floor. I flip Brinley back over and set her down on my bed. Her full tits bounce as she lands back against my duvet and her raven hair fans out behind her, framing her like some dark goddess. I watch her hungrily as her chest heaves. I lose the rest of my clothes in record time and stalk toward her, stroking my cock in slow purposeful drags as I move towards the bed. Little trickles of blood slide down my arms and she licks her lips as she watches. I’m beyond fucking hard. I swipe the pre-cum that leaks from the tip for her and she looks up at me, desperate, still always a little afraid.

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