“Does it feel good?”
I duck my head, but he grips my hair with his free hand, forcing me to face him.
“Why do you even want me to submit to you?” I gasp.
“I've waited centuries for you,” he growls, and the whole castle seems to shake. “There is no one else for me. If you run, I will rip apart this world to find you. There is no place you can hide from me.”
“Oh God.” I’m so close to coming. A few more seconds, a slightly harder pressure…
“You will submit to me.”
My head shakes back and forth.
“Give yourself to me, Tabitha. It will be so easy.”
He takes his hands away. My orgasm ebbs to nothing.
“You bastard,” I whisper.
He turns away, chuckling. I strain, but I can’t break free from the binds.
Gabriel returns and smooths my hair out of my face.
“Give me your cock.” I lick my lips.
His eyes hood. “No.”
“I'm not going to beg,” I warn.
There’s a buzzing sound, and he presses a toy to my clit at just the right spot.
“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!”
He chuckles again, the bastard. The sensation is too much. My orgasm’s going to hit me like a bomb. I writhe, trying to get away.
But when I’m right on the edge, he draws the vibrator away.
“Fuck me!” My orgasm ebbs away and dies.
“No.” His lips curve under his beard, beautiful and cruel.
“I hate you.”
“No, you don't.” He replaces the toy with his fingers, gentle and teasing. It’s somehow worse than the toy. His skin emanates warmth, like the blast of heat upon opening an oven.
He takes me to the edge, again and again, using his fingers and the toy to manipulate me to the brink of orgasm, but he never lets me go over. A drop of sweat rolls down the valley of my breasts. My heaving chest has a silky sheen.
Every now and again, he stops and gives me careful sips of water. He’s most devastating like this, up close, holding a glass to my lips and pressing a cool cloth to my heated skin. He attaches some sort of harness that holds a vibrator against my pussy, and leaves me to sip his own drink. In his robe, with not a hair out of place, he’s the picture of poise and arrogance. He never takes his eyes off me.
The vibrator buzzes on low. I try to angle my hips, so it hits the right spot, but there’s not enough sensation for me to come.
“You will break.”
“Promises, promises.”
He returns to fondle my nipples, Pinching and pulling, rolling each one between his fingers. He leans close, his lips finding my ear. My legs tremble to close, so I can come with his heat and scent rolling over me.
“Submit to me.”
I shake my head.
He steps away and stalks around the cross. A new toy buzzes. He presses it to my backdoor. I clench my ass against the vibrations, but it’s futile. The sensation only increases the need in my pussy.
I writhe and sweat when he takes both the toys and harness away.
“Gabriel,” I moan. I’m half out of my mind.
“I’m right here, my treasure.” He’s back in front, facing me, brushing back my hair. He strokes it back and massages my neck, stroking me like a cat.
“I need to see you. All of you.” He’s always in clothes, even when I’m naked before him.
His hand cups the back of my neck. “What will you give me for a glimpse?”
“It’ll make me happy.”
“I want to make you happy. Just say the word. Say you belong to me.”
Smoke caresses my face. I blink at the gold light in his eyes. His pupils have changed.
I grin. “Hello, dragon.”
He growls, and the castle shudders. The earth quakes with a seismic shift, as if it recognizes him as master.
“You think I'm yours?” I strain forward to brush his lips. He doesn’t allow the kiss. “Then prove it. Fuck me.”
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“Fine. I'm yours.” For now.
7
Gabriel
I push a button and turn off the vibrator and release the magnets on her wrists. Tabitha’s arms fall downwards, and she slumps as the magnets holding her release.
I catch my mate and carry her to the bed, turning her face down with her feet almost touching the floor.
When she tries to reposition herself, I smack her ass. I need the control here. Fucking her from behind should help me. Keep me from claiming her.
I prop up her hips and free my erection to slide into her. She’s juicy wet, her flesh swollen and ready. The bed is the right height for me to drive into her. It feels good.
Perfect.
Delicious.
I fist a hand in her hair, and she bows backward, arching into a half-circle.
She plants her hands and pushes back as if to take every centimeter of my dick.
I growl, and she shivers and snarls back. Her enthusiasm pushes the limits of my control. If I’m not careful, she will completely wreck me.