Chapter 27
“You want me to call room service?” Gabriel asked as they stepped inside the hotel room. “Or set up a wakeup call?”
“You can’t be serious right now,” Vega muttered, taking off her boots and tossing them by the door before stalking farther inside.
“So…you’re not hungry?”
Annoyed as all get out, she ignored him as she strode into the suite. A little gift basket was in the middle of the coffee table complete with fresh fruit and little chocolates. She wanted to throw the thing at his head. “You’re such a jackass,” she growled, turning to face him, hands on hips.
“Because I asked you if you were hungry?” His voice was dry as he collapsed on one of the couches.
“No, you’re a jackass because you simply are. I think that about covers it! After everything we’ve been through—getting mated and me dying!—you want to talk about food!” Okay now she was full-on shouting and wouldn’t be letting up anytime soon.
“Damn it Vega.” He shoved up from his seat, his expression dark as he stared at her from across the table. “What do you want me to say? That our mating link is broken and I feel like my heart has been shredded! That you’re the most perfect fucking woman on the planet and I feel like I’ve wasted the last few years of my life denying what we might have had! That I’m drowning in regret because of it. That I’ll never get that image of you dying out of my head.” He rasped out the last part, his face twisted in agony. “That I love you.”
“That’s a pretty good start!” she shouted back, not sure why they were yelling at all right now. “Because I love you too. And I’m pissed we lost all those years too, but it’s in the past. I’m ready to move forward with the future—our future.” If he wanted one.
“You’re not obligated to be with me! Our mating link was broken.”
“Uh, I know. Because I died. But I’m standing right here and I’m not going anywhere.”
“What are you saying?” He rounded the table lightning fast, his hands on her hips, pulling her close.
“Sometimes you’re kind of a dumbass,” she whispered. “But you’re my dumbass. I’m saying I want everything with you. What do you think ‘I love you’ means?”
“Mating is forever.”
“So? You afraid?” Because she wasn’t.
Heat flared in his green eyes. “Only of losing you.”
“Same here.” And it was the truth. The thought of being mated to him didn’t scare her, but the thought of a life without him? Now that terrified her. He was in her blood.
“Once you’re mine, I’m not letting you go.” A hot promise.
“I’ve always been yours, dumbass.”
“We’re really going to have to work on your pet names for me,” he said, laughing as he brushed his mouth over hers.
The brush quickly turned into something deeper as his tongue teased against hers. Hot, fiery need licked up her spine as he hoisted her up.
Wrapping her legs around him, she was vaguely aware he was walking them…somewhere. She didn’t much care where as long as it had a flat enough surface.
Seconds later they landed on…a chaise longue. Grasping at the bottom of his sweater, she tugged upward, not caring if it ripped either. She didn’t care about anything other than feeling him inside her. About cementing the bond that had already bloomed between them. She was never letting him go either.
Seconds after that, they were both naked and his face was between her legs. Holy hell, he didn’t waste time. She wanted to go down on him too, to taste all of him. To revel in his pleasure. “Gabriel—”
“Oh yeah, say my name,” he growled against her pussy.
Which just turned her on even more. He was raw and earthy and she loved it. She shoved her fingers through his short hair, grabbing onto his skull as if her life depended on it and not just an orgasm. But this was more than just an orgasm.
This was everything. She’d been fighting her feelings for him for years, trying to convince herself that she’d get over him. That she couldn’t possibly love him. That she’d just had a silly crush on him.
Now they were making the choice to mate. Not get accidentally mated because of her psychic powers. This was real and all theirs.
As he slid a finger inside her, she arched off the chaise, her inner walls tightening around him even as she wanted more.
So much more.
Her fangs released as he began stroking inside her, taking his sweet time as he flicked his tongue along her folds. The male was driving her crazy in the best way possible.
A few weeks ago she couldn’t have imagined this happening. Now…she couldn’t imagine her life without Gabriel in it. Couldn’t imagine not waking up to him every morning. Which left a whole mess of things they needed to figure out…later.
Much later. Now was all about them and pleasure. Just pleasure. They damn well deserved it. “Oh, God.”
“Just my name,” he growled, zeroing in on her clit.
She jerked against his face. “Gabriel.” She panted out his name, loving the possessiveness in his voice. “Now make me come.” She was teetering on a wire’s edge of control and she needed to come, needed a climax before they finally mated.
Surprising her, he laughed against her spread folds, the sound reverberating through her. “So bossy,” he murmured.
Yeah, she was. And that probably wasn’t going to change, ever.
He lifted his head, pinned her with those green eyes that had captured her attention long ago—longer than she’d admit. “Good thing I like bossy,” he said, even as he dipped another finger inside her.
Stretching her and driving her crazy.
Then his mouth was on her again, his wicked tongue bringing her to orgasm as she rolled her hips against his mouth and fingers.
Her climax slammed into her, taking her off guard as pleasure surged out to all her nerve endings in wave after wave. She could ride this thing forever. She was so damn glad she hadn’t actually died because she’d have never experienced this.
And there was so much more to come, she knew.
When he finally raised his head, she watched him through heavy-lidded eyes and reached for him. “You are everything.”
“Ah, Vega.” She completely, utterly owned him. And Gabriel was more than okay with that. Looking down at the woman who’d stolen his heart long ago, he felt whole in a way he’d never fully imagined. “You’re mine. Now and always.”
In response, she grabbed the back of his head but he was already bending down to her. As he teased his tongue against hers, he savored the feel of her sleek, naked body against his.
Reaching between their bodies, he cupped her mound and slid his fingers inside her again. He knew she was slick for him, but he wanted to make sure she was ready for this next step. Not that he doubted she’d tell him.
Still, she was his to take care of and this was important. They’d gotten accidentally mated before—something he hadn’t realized was possible—but nothing about this was accidental.
He was in this forever. However long that may be. Tomorrow or a hundred years from now, she was it for him. And he was going to take advantage of every single day with her.
She started rolling her hips against him, urging him to move faster, ready for another orgasm, but he wanted to be inside her now. As he pulled back, it took all his restraint to sit up.
Still caging her in with his hands, he said, “For this first time, you ride me, you be in control.” Oh yeah, it took all his fucking restraint to say that when he wanted nothing more than to take over. But…this was her first time and it was all about her.
Heat flooded her gaze, her eyes going electric as her vamp side stared back at him. Aaaand his cock felt like a club between his legs right about now.
Moving up and off her, he was ready to head to the bedroom with her when she pushed at his shoulder, urging him onto the chaise. He leaned against the low back as she straddled him.
Her long, jet-black hair tumbled around both of them as she oh so slowly rubbed her slick folds over the head of his cock.
He gritted his teeth as his balls pulled up tight. She was definitely torturing him. And he was on board for it. Cupping her breasts—ones he’d long fantasized about—he sucked one hard nipple into his mouth and was rewarded with the most sensual moan of pleasure.
“Thought…I’d tease you,” she rasped out even as she lowered herself down on him. “No…control.”
He was in the same club. His control with her was pretty much nonexistent. As her tight muscles wrapped around his cock, he teased her breasts, alternating between them as she slowly, too slowly, moved up and down on him, over and over.
He’d felt a slight barrier the first time she sank fully onto him, but that was it. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she sank onto him again, her moans heaven and hell. His nature demanded that he take over, mark her with his canines, but—
She buried her face against his neck and pierced his skin with her fangs. And he was completely lost. Growling, he pierced the soft skin between her neck and shoulder with his canines as he continued thrusting up into her.
Wild.
Primal.
Out of control.
She slammed back onto him, her body trembling as she continued drinking blood from him.
He wasn’t sure when they moved, but he took over and they landed on the soft throw rug on the floor, with him still buried inside her.
“This okay?” Somehow he made his throat work.
In response she wrapped her arms and legs around him, rolling her hips against him in a frenzy. That was all he needed.
Feeling possessed, he continued thrusting as he reached between their bodies. He barely grazed her clit and felt her inner walls tighten around him.
Oh yeah, it wouldn’t take long for her. He teased the little bundle of nerves, drinking in her each and every moan.
And when she finally let go again, her inner walls tightening around his hard length as she came, he let go, releasing himself inside her in long, hard strokes. He bit her again, piercing the same spot as he had before, the need to claim her overwhelming with its intensity.
She did the same to him, the bite of pleasure-pain almost too much as his orgasm continued. The only thing he knew for certain was that if he died right then, he’d go happy.
Vega had made him realize that he wasn’t holding back anything anymore. No more living in fear. They got one life and he was taking everything it had to offer.
With her by his side.