He rested his forehead against hers as he thrust into her hand. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“I want this inside of me,” she whispered, squeezing him tighter.
“I want that, too. But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. Come to me, mate. I’ve been waiting a lifetime for you. Stop holding back and come to me,” she demanded, then her tongue flicked out, licking at his lower lip.
Unable to wait any longer, he lifted her up, bracing her back against the wall. She felt so tiny in his arms, and Gabriel knew he had to be careful with her. He should carry her over to the bed and make love to her gently, giving her slow, soft kisses and a night filled with romance. She deserved far better for their first time together, but he couldn’t stop himself from taking her right there against the wall.
Claiming her mouth again, he gave in and fit the head of his cock against the entrance of her pussy. His entire body shook with the effort to stop himself from just thrusting inside her. Holding onto her thighs, he drank down her moan as he began to ease his thick shaft inside her. Her pussy was wrapped around him so tight that it would have been impossible to slide deeper if she wasn’t so slick with her release.
“Relax, princess. Let me in.”
His hips pushed forward harder, forcing more of his cock through her tight, clenching muscles. Stars, she felt so damn good. The pleasure was so intense, he wanted it to last forever. He let out a low growl of approval as she relaxed and took him in deeper. He rocked against her slowly, sliding in and out until the head of his cock was pressed tight against the entrance to her womb.
Fighting the urge to move, he asked, “Am I hurting you?”
Lyrica wiggled a little to ease the sting of discomfort at being stretched so full, then she realized the movement had pleasure shooting straight to her clit. Wanting more, she wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer. “You feel so good.”
When she clenched around him, he groaned, and his hips jerked.
“Fuck, you’re trying to kill me.”
She rubbed her lips against his as she shook her head. “No, I’m trying to love you.”
“My love, my keeper,” he whispered.
“My mate.”
Lyrica settled her mouth over his, kissing him deeply as he began to move inside her slowly, teasing them both with a slow, steady rhythm. She felt consumed by the pleasure, and gave herself over to it, to him, completely. Pulling back, she stared into his eyes as she stroked her hands over his smooth skin, running her hands over his cheeks and down his neck.
Their ragged breathing mixed with the erotic sound of their bodies coming together as he began to move faster. He slammed his palm over her head to brace himself and buried his face against her neck as he pounded into her. Pleasure sparked in her center, pulsing like a star ready to explode. Chasing that feeling, she rocked her hips forward, meeting his thrusts with her own.
When she came, her entire body shuddered. Her pussy clenched down on him, and Lyrica felt his hard shaft throbbing inside of her as he filled her with hot, hard pulses of his seed. While his essence flowed into her, another climax shot through her, more intense than the last. She sensed their mating bond growing stronger and felt his pleasure merge with her own.
She had never really understood the power of soulmates until she’d met Gabriel. Never realized what true intimacy was until he touched her. Being bound to him was a blessing, and not even the gods could come between them now that they shared their bodies, hearts, and souls.
They were truly two halves of the same whole.
And now, they were complete.
Gabriel hissed as a searing pain shot through him, eclipsing the pleasure he had been feeling. It felt like someone had raked his back open, then poured gasoline on his flesh and set it on fire. Fucking hell, he couldn’t possibly be growing anymore. He was already a fucking giant. Added to that, this pain felt different and only in one area. When he couldn’t hold it in any longer, he threw his head back and let out a roar of agony.
Then, the pain stopped as if it had never been.
The relief was instantaneous, but he wasn’t able to relax. Instead, he let out a vicious curse as a massive set of white wings shot out of his back with so much force that he almost fell on his ass. Since he was still inside her, he held tight to Lyrica as he stumbled back a few steps. As if they had a mind of their own, his wings expanded and flapped, helping him steady himself.
Son of a bitch, he had wings. Was this really happening or was it all some strange dream?
“What the fucking fuck?”
She let out a breathless laugh. “I take it the wings are new?”
Completely stunned, he nodded. “How in all the worlds is this possible?”
“Magic?” She reached out and stroked one of his wings, causing it to flutter. “I don’t know, but I like it.”
“Holy nova, I felt that! Do it again.”
Before she could, the door to his quarters slid open and Harris and Alden raced into the room. They stopped in their tracks and their eyes went wide with shock.
“Are you—what the fuck?”
“Do not look at my mate! Get out before I kill you!” Gabriel bellowed. Suddenly, his wings swept forward and wrapped around Lyrica, completely blocking her from sight. Unfortunately, that left his own bare ass in view.
Fuck my life. Could this shit get
