Gabriel's Mate (34 page)

Her response came faster than he’d expected. “You don’t want forever?”

He recognized the disappointment in her eyes, the hurt. He couldn’t let her believe that, not even for a second. “I want forever, but there’s something you have to know about me first.” He paused and closed his eyes before he spoke again. Laying himself bare was the hardest thing he’d ever done, but she deserved it, deserved honesty about the darkness inside him.

“I want to take you in the most bestial way you can imagine, and I don’t think I could suppress that kind of lust for long. Now that I know what I am, now that I realize what my body wants, I can’t hold it back much longer.” He opened his eyes. “Maya, I want to claim you with both my cocks at the same time, take your pussy with one and your—”  He broke off and looked away, not wanting to see the disgust that would soon flood her eyes. “And your ass with the other. Don’t you see? It’s depraved. I shouldn’t want something like that, but I do. If you bond with me, you won’t escape that, you’d have to endure it.”

His heart beat frantically in his chest. What if she walked away from him now?

“Endure?” With her hand to his chin, she forced him to look at her. “Gabriel, I want everything you have to offer. We’re both satyr. What makes you think that I don’t have the exact same wish? What makes you think that I don’t crave being taken like that?”

His eyes widened in surprise. “You want this?” He searched her eyes and couldn’t see anything that looked even remotely like disgust. 

“Why else would a satyr have two cocks but to use them to satisfy his mate?”

First, she’d called him perfect, and now Maya offered to fulfill his darkest desire. In that moment, Gabriel knew providence, or something closely akin to it. She was the personification of everything he’d ever wished for: a home, a loving wife, a fulfilled sex life. And while life would be even more perfect if they could have children, it wasn’t important enough for him to give her up. His mind was made up—in fact it always had been.

“I pledge my heart and my life to you.” His voice almost cracked as he continued, “I want a blood-bond with you, but not here. I want you to have a memory you’ll always look back on as special.” He looked around the room to indicate that this wasn’t it. “When we bond, it will be in a room full of red candles. We’ll lie on crisp white sheets as we make love, and everything will be perfect. I promise you.”

She smiled at him. “Could it be that you’re a hopeless romantic?”

“Not hopeless—hope
ful
.” He brushed his lips to hers. “Just promise me you won’t tell anybody. Otherwise it might undermine my position.”

She rolled her eyes. “Men!” And then she laughed. The sound went right through him and warmed his heart. Maya looked happy, and he promised himself that he’d do everything in his power to make sure she was always this happy.

She seemed to realize that he was staring at her, and her laugh subsided. Her eyes locked with his, and he felt as if she looked into his soul. “I love you.”

He choked back the tears that threatened to unman him at her unexpected declaration. “My heart is yours.”

The kiss that followed turned from sweet and gentle to heated and demanding in the blink of an eye. He was still inside her and growing hard again, having remained semi-hard the entire time they had talked.

He eased himself out of her hot sheath and broke the kiss.

“Something wrong?” she asked, her voice soft, almost sleepy. He recognized it as that of a very satisfied woman. And it satisfied him to know that he’d been able to make her come.

“Nothing’s wrong, baby. I want to make love to you the satyr way, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

He lifted himself off the cot and marched to the supply cabinet. Earlier, he’d seen medical supplies in there, and if he wasn’t mistaken there was a jar of Vaseline among it. It would have to do. When he turned back to her, the lubricant in his hands, Maya had turned onto her stomach. Gabriel sucked in a breath. She would be his undoing, for how would he ever make it out of bed in the next few hundred years with her by his side as his mate?

He let his gaze travel over the curve of her back, then over the soft swells of her round ass, before he followed her shapely legs. She had parted them slightly, allowing him to see the dark curls at their apex, curls that glistened with moisture. Her pink nether lips oozed with the seed he’d planted in her, and he felt the urge to slide his cock back into her enticing channel so it would remain inside her. It was a silly thought because he knew his seed wouldn’t take hold in her. Even though—hadn’t the witch said something about Satyr females being fertile? But there had been so much to take in that he wasn’t sure he’d heard right.

Without haste, he approached the cot and sat down at its edge. He wasn’t done admiring her beauty and counting his blessings. He’d been graced with the most amazing gift of his life: a woman who wanted him despite everything, despite the scar on his face, despite his two cocks and the dark desires they represented.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered and stroked his palm down the length of her naked back. “I wish I was a painter. I would paint you just like this.”

She turned her head to him and smiled. “I’d much rather you made love to me than paint me.” Then her eyes zeroed in on the jar in his hands. “Touch me.”

Gabriel inhaled deeply and dipped his finger into the lubricant. “I promise I’ll be as gentle as possible.”

Maya closed her eyes and sighed. When he slid his hand along her crack, her ass arched toward him, opening herself up to him. Helped by the lubrication, his finger ran smoothly down the incline until he reached the tight ring of muscle that guarded the entrance to her dark portal. He heard her suck in a breath when his finger lingered there. Slowly he circled the bud, spreading the lubricant.

The thought of breaching the gate to this dark cave made his body pump more blood into his cocks. He looked down at himself, where his twin shafts stood erect, eager to impale her. Ahead were previously unknown pleasures, and he felt nervousness creep into his skin. He didn’t want to hurt her. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Neither have I,” she confessed.

With barely noticeable pressure, he probed her dark hole and felt her ease toward him. The tip of his finger slipped past the tight muscle, gripping his digit tightly.

A low moan came from Maya, and he could only echo it. Never in his life had he felt anything this tight. Maya’s pussy had gripped him like a snug glove, but the knowledge that she would soon squeeze him even tighter left him breathless. He wouldn’t last. His cock wouldn’t survive this delight for longer than ten seconds. And maybe it was good that way—he wouldn’t subject her to this ordeal for too long. He still didn’t believe that she really wanted this as much as he did. More likely she allowed him this dark treat because she wanted him and wouldn’t deny him.

He drove his finger deeper into her, giving her time to adjust to the invasion.

“More,” she whispered, her voice clouded with passion, hoarse. Her encouragement eradicated his worry that she was hurting, and he slid deeper until his finger was lodged inside her as far as it would go. Then slowly he eased back out, took another dollop of lubrication and pressed back in.

Now Maya was panting heavily, her hips flexing, forcing him inside her faster than before. “Yes!”

Her enthusiasm wasn’t lost on him. Did she actually like this? His heart swelled as she fell into a rhythm, alternatively pushing her ass back, then pulling forward, so his finger would thrust back and forth inside her. When he recognized that she wanted more, he took charge and finger-fucked her pretty ass the way she demanded it: with long, deep strokes that increased in speed as her breathing became short and shallow.

When she demanded more, he eased a second finger into her, stretching her wider. He couldn’t tear himself away from the erotic sight. As his fingers disappeared inside her dark portal, his own heart reached a fever pitch, his cocks oozed pre-cum in anticipation, and his entire body tingled pleasantly.

But he couldn’t wait any longer. He shifted and knelt behind her between her spread thighs. “Get on your hands and knees,” he coaxed her and slipped his fingers out of her before he pulled her ass into his groin.

Gabriel once again helped himself to the lubricant and spread it over his upper cock, before he placed it at her entrance. His lower cock was already poised at her pussy, ready to enter her. Her honey teased the head of his hard shaft, promising him pleasure beyond his wildest imagination.

With one hand he held onto her hip, with the other he guided his cock as he pressed forward. Almost without effort his tip disappeared inside her, pushing past the tight ring.

“Oh God,” she panted. 

“Too much?” He was ready to pull out if he caused her pain.

She merely shook her head and eased back toward him, taking him deeper. His lower cock slipped inside her pussy without resistance while his upper one pressed forward. Inside her, he could feel both his cocks rub against the thin membrane between her two channels.

“Oh, fuck!” He couldn’t stop himself from cursing at the intense pleasure that spread in his body. Before he knew what he was doing, he thrust forward, seating himself in her to the hilt. The way her body gripped him, squeezed him, he almost lost control right there. “Ohfuckohfuckohfuck …” Nothing had ever felt this perfect in his long life. No other pleasure had ever been this intense. If he died right now, he’d die a happy man.

When Maya wiggled beneath him, obviously to entice him to move, he held onto her hips. “Baby, give me a second, or I’ll lose it.”

She chuckled.

“Go ahead, make fun of me,” he teased. “Just wait until you’re at the receiving end.”

“I
am
at the receiving end,” she pointed out.

The distraction her little joke provided helped him gain his composure. “Let’s see to it then.” Gabriel pulled back, dislodging his cocks but for their heads, before he plunged back in. As he found his rhythm and rode her hard, he marveled at the perfect fit of their bodies. She was truly made for him, her pussy accommodating him in the most perfect way, and her tight ass squeezing him in a way that kept him right at the edge.

The sounds of pleasure coming over her lips warmed his heart and filled him with pride. He was doing this.
He
was giving her pleasure. It was all he could think of. Never had he ridden any woman this hard, this fast, this ferociously. But he was no longer afraid of hurting her. Maya was both a satyr and a vampire, with a body nearly as strong as his, a body built to accommodate him and please him to no end.

For the first time, he silently thanked the circumstances that had brought them together. Even though what had happened to her was horrible, Gabriel knew it was fate. And he would do anything in his power to make her happy so she would never have to regret her new life. He would give her anything she could ever want.

“I love you,” he whispered and plunged deeper. “My wife, my mate, my love.”

In his eyes she was already his. The bonding ritual would be only a formality—though a very pleasant and arousing formality.

“Gabriel,” she called out before her body suddenly spasmed, her muscles tightening around him. He sensed her orgasm as if he was already bonded to her, felt the waves travel through every cell of her body until they hit him and took him with her. His cocks jerked in unison, pumping hot spurts of seed into her as he came like an exploding volcano, his climax taking over his entire body, sending shockwaves through him that no atomic bomb could produce. His vision blurred, and his mind went blank as he felt his body turn weightless like floating in space.

When he collapsed onto her, he barely had enough strength left in him to roll himself to the side and take her with him so she wouldn’t suffer under his weight. For several moments he couldn’t speak, could only catch his breath.

He slipped his hand onto her breast and felt her heart beat as frantically as his. Maya’s hand came up, and her fingers intertwined with his. She turned her head, and he looked into the eyes of a truly sated woman. It was a look he wanted her to wear every day of their lives together.

A soft brush of his lips against hers was all he could manage. He had no words to describe what he felt, but when he locked eyes with her, he knew she understood. They were one.

Thirty-four

Maya woke to find Gabriel looking at her, his head propped up on his hand. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

“You needed to rest.”

“What I need is a kiss,” she teased and pulled his head toward her. He gave into her willingly, and she captured his lips with hers. She slid her tongue over the seam of his lips, and he parted them with a sigh. His tongue met hers, and they danced.

“Hmm, if you kiss me like that every day, I’ll be a very happy man indeed.”

She smiled and ran her fingers along his scar. “And if you make love to me every day like you did, I’ll be a very happy woman.”

“So you’re okay with making love the satyr way?”

“Are you fishing for compliments?”

He chuckled, and she’d never seen him so carefree. “What if I am?”

“I guess then I’ll have to tell you the truth.” Maya felt him stiffen as if he was expecting bad news. “I understand now why there was always something missing in my sex life. I was never truly satisfied. Something was always lacking. As a satyr, I need what you’re giving me. No other man but you could ever make me feel whole.”

She loved the smile that spread over his face as he took in her words.

His lips were firm and warm when he pressed them against her mouth. But before she could lean into him, he’d pulled back. “And speaking of what I can give you, you need to feed.”

Maya sat up. She was hungry, but she couldn’t feed from him, not now. “No, Gabriel. We have no human blood here, and if I feed from you, it’ll weaken you.”

“It’s all right,” he insisted and pulled her toward him.

“No. It’s not. When we walk out of here, you need to be strong. We don’t know what to expect. If I weaken you now, I might put both of us in danger.”