Page 39 of Wolf.e (The Soldiers of Bedlam #1)
It stings but it’s not so bad, the scratches aren’t deep and he has me cleaned up in no time. He pumps shampoo into his hand and massages it into my hair. His hands are overwhelmingly big on my scalp. I close my eyes and fall into his rhythm, helpless beneath his magic fingers.
“You like this?” he asks as the shampoo swirls down the drain.
“Yes,” I mutter, my eyes still closed as I feel the slick conditioner cover my hair. “I think this is the dream,” I blurt out.
“What is it about this that’s your dream, little bird?” he asks, genuine curiosity in his tone.
“The way you touch me…violent one moment, soft the next. Hard and unforgiving, then washing my hair. It’s overwhelming.”
Gabriel wrings the water from my hair.
“I understand why you’re so popular with women now,” I mutter.
Gabriel lets my hair fall against my back and spins me around. His gray eyes are light and lucid.
“I’ve never showered with a woman before,” he admits, leaning down to kiss my lips. The hard heat of his chest presses against my breasts.
I shudder.
“Never washed their hair.” Another kiss.
“Never kissed them the way I kiss you.” He ghosts a finger over my pebbled nipple and his lips meet my neck, my collarbone.
“Never wanted to touch them the way I want to touch you.”
He pinches my nipple and a zap of pleasure races through my core.
“Never been inside any woman without a condom. Ever. ” His hot lips wrap around a nipple while his hands skim my waist, around to my lower back. “But I would fill you full every moment I fucking could and savor the sight of my cum dripping down your soft thighs.”
“ Shit, ” I manage as his tongue works in ways I’ve never experienced.
“Only you, Brinley.” He squeezes tight to my ass. “It’s only you I’ve ever felt the need to possess, to claim for my own.”
“Why?” I ask, simply because I can’t understand it. I’ve seen the women who hang around the club house. They’re beautiful and wild in a way I’m not.
“I told you, I don’t ask why,” he says simply. “My men think you’re clouding my judgement. They think you’re a distraction, dangerous for me.”
“Am I?” I ask in a breathless moan. All thoughts have left my head because his one hand holds me tight around my hips and the other has slid between my thighs, coming dangerously close to my already throbbing core.
“Yes,” Gabriel answers without hesitation. “In the worst way.”
“How so?” One finger enters me as his eyes focus on mine.
“There isn’t a thought in my head that doesn’t start and end with you,” he says honestly as another finger enters me and works effortlessly to torture me in the best way possible.
“Oh…” is all I can say as my core begins to tighten again.
He adds a third, and I mewl into his chest as the water runs over us both.
“Like, right now, all the beast inside me wants to do is taste this tight little cunt.”
“So then,” I moan. “Do it.” Please, please, do it, I silently beg.
Gabriel growls in response, seating me on the shower bench. He drops to his knees as water sprays down on my chest and his fingers continue their assault on my clenching pussy.
“You’re dangerous because the pain I crave, you crave it too.” He takes small bites as he works his way up my thighs, taking the time to pay attention to both legs, and the closer he gets to my center the harder he bites and I want it. I want it to hurt . What is wrong with me?
“I’m never not thinking of burying some part of me inside you,” Gabriel growls, pushing my legs wide. “This pussy calls to me. It begs for me.” He licks a firm trail up my slit.
My back arches so fast I nearly fall off the bench but he’s there, wrapping his arms under my thighs and pulling me to him so only his face is my seat, and then he’s making a meal of me, trading between suctioning his lips around my clit and fucking me with an expert tongue.
“ Mmm ,” he groans into me. My whole body quivers with the vibration of his mouth on me.
“You’re my favorite fucking flavor, Brinley Rose.” Gabriel makes it his mission to prove his words.
I don’t stand a chance. He pulls me even closer, and I give in. He spreads my thighs wide and loses himself to me, sucking my clit into his mouth, like a man starved.
I look down at this intimidating viking of a man between my thighs and my insides churn with raw desire at the sight.
Every part of me feels like it’s on sensory overdrive.
Gabriel works his tongue with perfect pace and pressure.
He lifts my legs up over his shoulders and strokes my thigh with one hand as he adds two fingers to my needy pussy.
Only moments pass before I feel myself starting to lose control.
“Fuck, Brin, you taste so fucking good. Open your eyes and look at me while I make you come.”
I do as he says, tipping my head up and forcing my eyes to his.
My legs shake, my cries grow louder but he never stops and before I realize what’s happening I’m coming over his face shamelessly.
Calling his name out, rocking my hips into him, taking what I need, whatever feels good without thought.
Something I’ve rarely done with any man.
The thing is, Gabriel doesn’t make me feel self-conscious, he makes me feel beautiful, encouraging me to let go, encouraging me to be me, whoever that is.
“Yes,” I cry. I begin to mumble incoherent things as he doesn’t let up on my still so sensitive clit and it wrenches a second orgasm from me in mere moments.
I think I’m yelling more, please, Gabriel, please as he holds me tight, taking over my being, making the choice for me. All I can think is, God, if I remember any one feeling for the rest of my life, please, let it be this, falling apart with Gabriel Wolfe between my thighs.