Chapter 124: Claimed By The Vampire King

Marcus and Luther's voices grew distant; Esme focused solely on Gabriel. She looked up at him; her hand glided up his neck and into the hair at his nape as they stared at one another. Her stomach was creating somersaults the longer she stared at him. A crooked smile formed on his striking features, and he lowered his head to hers.

"Did you miss me, amica mea?" He whispered, his breath gently caressing her skin. Her hand gripped his head, and she tilted her chin up to kiss him.

But Gabriel chuckled and moved back slightly, out of reach from her lips. She frowned, feeling teased and wanting to taste his lips on hers. "Did. You. Miss. Me. My. Love?" He punctuated each word huskily as he started to climb the stairs to the next floor. 

"Do you really have to ask?" Esme questioned a little breathlessly. 

"I want to hear you say it." Gabriel's gaze pierced through hers, and she found herself leaning towards him, mesmerised, but then he whipped his head up, breaking the spell he put on her. 

Esme huffed; she was no longer shocked by how much Gabriel affected her. "I missed you," She whispered rather shyly as she lowered her gaze. 

Gabriel suddenly dropped Esme's legs and twisted her around, her arms clutched around his neck and his hands gripped her backside. Esme wrapped her legs around him, her heart pounding in her chest as they gazed at one another. "That wasn't so hard now, was it?" He murmured, brushing his lips against hers but ever so lightly, teasing her until he chuckled and dived in, claiming her mouth as his, and he slipped his tongue in with ease. Esme moaned, instantly clenching her core from the taste of the devastatingly handsome vampire, gripping her cheeks as he swept her away with his kissing. 

Esme broke away from the kiss when she realised they were in his bedroom. He placed her gently on the bed to a seated position as he lowered his head to her bare skin on her stomach, leaving featherlight kisses across her. Esme gasped, feeling turned on from the brush of his hair against her skin, the touch of his lips sensually claiming her skin and seeing him below her, touching her like she was delicate. 

"You are delicate," Gabriel murmured against her skin, taking her by surprise. His hands caressed her sides and up to her breasts beneath the crop top, groping ever so slightly as he gazed up at her. "I'm the only one that can remind you.." He rose, so his head was inches from hers, one hand going beneath her bra and the other lowering to her jeans. "That you are not invincible." His finger grazed her lingerie above her damp slit. "That you.." His thumb circled her nipple, causing the she-wolf to lose her composure. "ARE just a girl."

Just a girl.. His words always called to her. They were so simple yet had so much meaning behind them.

"Not an assassin, not a Luna, not a werewolf." Gabriel lowered his head to her neck, pushing her gently onto her back. "You are just.. my Esme."

He left a trail of kisses down her neck. "Your Esme.." She mumbled, feeling ecstatic by his words and his touches.

"Yes," He growled, nibbling on her neck and pulling back, smiling down at her after she gasped from feeling his fangs graze her skin. "So, when I smell all these different men on you.."

Esme froze, her eyes widening. "Gabriel.. let me explain. It's nothing like what you're thinking.. I had to fight-"

"You don't need to explain. But I still don't like smelling others on you. I want to claim every part of you as mine." He lowered his face to hers, searching her eyes. 

As his.. Her heart clenched at the idea. Did Gabriel feel as strongly about her as she did him?

"Yes," He replied to her unspoken question. Her guard was utterly down, so he must have full access to her mind. "Es.. I only want you. I only.. need you." Gabriel's finger slid inside her, she gasped at the sweet intrusion, and her hands gripped at his arms as his lips met hers once more. His finger moved in and out of her slowly, his thumb caressing her clit, building the sweet sensations of her body into overdrive. 

He only needed her. Oh boy, this was too much.. They can't be like this.. 

Esme's thoughts flew out of her mind as he slid another finger inside of her, and he broke their kiss, hovering his lips just above hers. "Should I stop? Should we stop this?" He asked her earnestly while continuing to play down there. 

Esme stared back at him, forcing herself to think rationally and not be clouded by these sweet moments. She huffed and dug her nails into his shirt, feeling ready to explode, then Gabriel's fingers stopped, and she snapped her eyes open. "Should. We. Stop?" He asked. Esme's arched back relaxed as she slowed down her breaths and swallowed loudly.

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She just missed the vampire after only being separated for a few hours. Her senses were continuously overwhelmed by his presence, and she never wanted to disappoint him. There was no going back now; Gabriel warmed up her life. "No," She whispered. "I.. only want you."

Gabriel's eyes sparkled at her words, the small ruby splodges brightening against those crystal blue hues she loved so much. "Good. Now let's rid your body of those awful smells."  Gabriel's hands slipped out of her jeans and bra, and within a few seconds, her body had been stripped of her clothes; she lay there naked with Gabriel hovering above her, removing his shirt and undoing his trousers. 

"What do you plan on doing?" Esme asked in a sultry voice, her eyes scanning his body and feeling herself get wet by looking at him.

"I told you. I don't want to smell others on you." Gabriel grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him, lowering her hand inside his boxers. He moved his hand to the outside of hers, closing her hand so it wrapped around his erection. 

With her free hand, she grew her claw on one finger and cut through the side of his boxers. "I hope you don't mind," She purred as the fabric loosened and fell away, revealing his length. Gabriel smirked and started to move her hand up and down his cock, squeezing tighter as he lowered his head to her neck again. This time his fangs pierced her skin, and he began to drink from her.

Her mind was cloudy but not by too much as he continued to move her hand quicker on his length. Was he controlling how much she was feeling from his bite? It was still sensational, shooting pleasure down to her core, but Esme was still aware of her surroundings. She noted how Gabriel groaned into her neck before forcing himself up and letting go of her hand. 

"Continue," Gabriel commanded breathlessly, straightening up and looking down at her through heavy-lidded eyes. He was nearly there, and he was so beautiful, even with her blood trickling down the side of his lip. She sat up and fastened her pace on his shaft, lowering her lips to the head and started sucking. 

Gabriel hissed, then gently pushed her head back. She stared up at him in confusion. "Not in your mouth," He said through gritted teeth, confusing her further until he spurted out over her chest and stomach. 

Then she realised what he meant. "Really? I could have just had a shower. Wash away their scent," She muttered as her hand slowed down.

Gabriel grinned, baring his fangs before flipping her over and pulling her hips back so her ass was sticking up in the air. "Where is the fun in that?" He murmured against her hip. Esme looked back at him, her eyes wide as his hands gripped her cheeks, and his tongue licked at her folds. 

Esme moaned and gripped the sheets, her head flopping down on the bed. His tongue entered her core, lapping up her creaminess from earlier and causing her to mewl and rip the sheets with claws as her thighs tightened. But just as she was about to come, Gabriel pulled away.

"You .." She huffed, then gasped as he flipped her on the side, straightened her leg as he plunged his hardened shaft inside of her and his mouth bit into her leg, drawing blood. Esme's eyes clamped shut at the extraordinary sensations rippling across her body as he thrust into her so deeply, holding her leg against him while drinking her blood. 

"G-Gabriel!" She screamed and felt him pull out and release his load on her again. It didn't take her long before her body caved in and her head flopped back, sending her into that state of sensuous oblivion. 

When she next opened her eyes, her body had been cleaned, and she was being carried to a bubble bath. Gabriel stepped down into the bath and sat down, pulling Esme to sit on him, her legs on either side so they could stare at one another. "Feel better?" He asked, stroking her arms with the warm water. 

Esme smirked, "Do YOU feel better after claiming me?" Her wet hands pushed back his white locks, wetting them back and making him look somehow even sexier with the hairstyle. He looked.. aristocratic.

"Oh boy," Isana whistled. Her wolf also had her head in the clouds right now and seemed to be melting from the vampire beneath them.

Gabriel chuckled and kissed her cheek tenderly, slowly. "I believe it is you who has claimed me, Esme." He kissed her softly on the lips and leaned back his head into her hands more, closing his eyes. "Now that you have captured the Vampire King, you must take responsibility."

His words set her heart racing. They were so much more than just lovers. "Gabriel.."

"Hmmm?" He hummed; his eyes were still closed as he grabbed one of her hands, chastely kissed her wrist, and stilled. His eyes shot open, startling Esme by the sudden ferociousness behind them. "Esme... who the fuck did you meet tonight?"

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