Wraith(82)

‘Enough,’ he said softly. He lifted my hands away. ‘You have such a look of grim determination on your face. It’s like you’re about to hold your nose and swallow some awful medicine.’

‘We are doing this. You and me. Sex. Now.’

Gabriel quirked an eyebrow in amusement. ‘I almost died an hour or two ago. A few minutes ago you wanted me to stop.’

I shook my head. ‘You’re not dead. And I don’t want you to stop any more.’

He cupped my face and stared deeply into my eyes. ‘Then I’m going to have to use all my powers to make you relax.’ He whispered into my ear, ‘Then I’ll make you moan. This cave had better be sound-proofed because if there are any goblins nearby they’ll hear you.’

I opened my mouth to speak but he pressed his index finger against my lips and hushed me. While I continued to tremble, he gently lifted my bra straps and slid them down my shoulders. I turned and allowed him to unclasp it. Every time his skin connected with mine I felt the same wonderful shiver. When I turned back and he brushed his thumbs against my nipples, I actually staggered.

‘Trousers,’ I said, my voice more hoarse than I’d expected.

Gabriel dipped into a bow. ‘As my lady commands.’ He undid his belt, the button, then the zip. He’d barely pushed the material over his hips before evidence of his erection was fully apparent. I sucked in a breath. A moment later, I hastily pulled off the last of my underwear, kicking it out of the way. When we were both naked, he reached for me again, pulling me against him until his heat pressed into mine.

Gabriel’s hands ran down the length of my body, alternately caressing and exploring. His lips followed, first at my nape before blazing a trail along my collarbone and down. When his mouth found my breast and his teeth grazed the soft flesh there, I couldn’t stop myself any longer. My fingers reached for his head and twined into his hair. His breathing was uneven and ragged but he didn’t stop.

One hand moved down, seeking its way to the dampness between my legs. While his mouth continued to suck and lick and nibble, his fingers teased my pubic hair until I thought I couldn’t bear it any longer. That was until he flicked gently at my clitoris and my entire being exploded. I gasped, shuddering in shock at the immediacy and violence of the orgasm.

Gabriel refused to give me any respite. His lips left my breasts and he moved downwards until his mouth was where his fingers had been. I was in a dark cave with hordes of goblins on my tail and all I could think about was what he was doing to me. His hands held my hips in place while I arched my back and pressed myself deeper into him. I moaned, thrumming with an even greater need.

It wasn’t long before I reached down for his arms and hauled him up so I could see his face. There was no denying the smug delight displayed there. ‘Please,’ I whispered.

‘You’re begging?’

I stared into his molten dark depths. ‘Yes.’

‘What?’ he husked. ‘What do you want?’

‘I want you inside me.’ The note of pleading in my own voice was one I’d never heard before. I’d never wanted anything this much before.

Gabriel smiled. ‘Now you’re mine,’ he said. With one swift movement he thrust, filling me, his eyes on mine the entire time. There was a brief flash of searing pain and I cried out but it was momentary. He began to move, carefully at first until he realised I was enjoying the sensation and moving with him, no longer hurting but needing to feel more of him if that were possible.

He groaned. ‘Now I’m yours.’

We staggered until my back was pressed against the cave wall. My hips rose to meet his and my breaths grew more frantic. ‘Gabriel,’ I begged. The feelings were building up in my body again. Sweat beaded the length of my skin. He thrust again and again and our eyes met. As if by mutual agreement, we smiled. Then my body burst, shattering into a million pieces while Gabriel shuddered and cried out my name.





Chapter Twenty-One


Gabriel was snoring. It wasn’t an earth-trembling rumble or a wet, nasal snort; the sound was actually rather cute – like a series of contented hiccups. It was comforting. I felt strangely safe like this. There was nothing remotely logical about it; I was lying on cold hard ground, and had the arms of someone who apparently hated my very existence wrapped around me, but not a single part of me regretted what had just happened.

‘Wanted,’ I whispered to myself. That was what it was. Someone wanted me – and not just any someone.

I wasn’t na?ve enough to think that I could hide my nature from him forever; sooner or later he’d realise I was a wraith. Unfortunately it was going to be sooner and I had no clue how he’d react.

Right now, Gabriel needed to rest and I needed to get hold of a certain little box. Regardless of his protests, he was obviously still feeling the after-effects of Ghrashbreg’s vile poison. It was probably for the best; this would go easier if I were alone.

Reluctantly, I left my body where it was, encircled by Gabriel, and separated my shadow so I could rise up, get dressed and be away. Before I left, however, I took a moment to gaze down at the pair of us. The green tinge had vanished from Gabriel’s skin and he looked more relaxed than I’d ever seen him. He wasn’t the only one; I may not have been sleeping but my physical body was entirely at ease. It was like I belonged there with him. I sighed inwardly and pulled myself away.