Chapter 125: Itchy Gums

Esme stilled and pursed her lips, thinking back to everyone she met in one night, wondering who exactly he smelt on her. But after flicking her eyes between his, she knew it couldn't possibly be the werewolves she fought in the arena. From what she'd observed so far, she was the only werewolf by his side.

"Esme," Gabriel scraped his fangs on the inside of Esme's wrist, causing her to gasp at the sudden shocks of electricity rippling through her body and bringing her attention back to the vampire.

"I met a lot of people tonight.." She murmured thoughtfully. "There were the werewolves I fought in the arena, and then I met.." Her eyes widened. "I met.."

Gabriel narrowed his eyes subtly; she knew he had an idea of who it was. "I met Davian," She continued. "He said he knew you."

Gabriel's hand tightened around her wrist, and his other hand groped her waist. "So, Davian has made an appearance. Of course, he has. He must follow his master's orders. Did he do anything to you? Say anything?" Gabriel asked, his eyes flickered across her body again as though he might find an injury. 

Esme sighed and clung to his neck, lowering her face to hide in the smoothness of his throat, pressing her body into his more. "Es, this is serious, and I won't be able to concentrate if you're.." He trailed off while his hands slid up her back and held her closer to him. "What happened?" He whispered, stroking the back of her hair. 

"He told me you had a lot to tell me and that I should leave you," Esme whispered, tightening her arms around him more like her very words would make him disappear this instant. 

Gabriel tensed, and she suddenly felt an iciness in the room. "He threatened you?" His voice dropped to a deadly quiet. Esme pulled back and stared at Gabriel's face; his eyes shone, and his lips thinned. 

Esme shivered at the deadly look on his face. She would never want to get on Gabriel's bad side; so far, she'd only seen his power as the Vampire King but hadn't seen what he was like when he was furious. Even when he was angry at her about her little outing tonight, Esme knew the 'consequences' wouldn't be dire. 

"It wasn't a threat but a suggestion," She gulped, gauging his reaction. She couldn't tell, though, what he was thinking from her words. 

Gabriel chuckled, but there was no humour to it. He moved his hands from her back and caressed her cheeks. "Will you follow his advice?" He searched her eyes, stilling his hands on her face, waiting for her answer.

"I.. don't want to.." She began. 

"That is not a definitive answer. Will. You. Follow. His. Advice?" He growled as his hands slid down her face and neck, down her breasts until they rested on her hips, gripping tightly to the point she knew a bruise would form. 

"I would not forgive myself.. If anything happened to you because of me." She placed her finger against his lips as his mouth opened, ready to argue. "I don't know all the details, but if I could be used against you.."

Gabriel nipped at her finger before kissing the tip gently. "I will protect you. I don't want to hear you will leave. I'm a big boy; I will take care of this, so don't worry. But please, don't make any rash decisions without me," He pleaded, making her heart flutter and her body act before her mind caught up. She crashed her lips against his, taking him by surprise, but he swiftly took the lead, leaving her breathless as she pulled away and huffed, looking down at his chest. 

"I will try," Esme answered truthfully. She didn't want to promise anything; she was used to being by herself, and leaving was like her forte. As much as Esme wouldn't want to, there was the possibility that it might be her only option. The she-wolf gazed at him through her lashes and caressed his jaw; she couldn't even fathom something terrible happening to him and even thinking about it made her heart clench. She could see he wasn't happy with her answer, but it was better than promising something she might break and causing more issues later.

"Gabriel?" She frowned, watching him bare his fangs, and almost like she was in a trance, Esme brushed her finger against each of them. 

A werewolf and a vampire.. 

Gabriel gently grabbed her finger and pierced his fang into her skin, drawing some blood. "My gums keep itching," He murmured and started to suck on her finger. Gabriel and Esme stared at one another as he continued to suck.

"So, when you're hungry.. Your gums itch?" She asked as their attention was momentarily distracted from the serious conversation they were just having. 

Gabriel shook his head. "No. Hunger is very different. I was just testing it now. Your blood hasn't helped with this feeling."

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"Does it hurt?" She asked, worried that maybe it was because he'd been drinking her blood, and it wasn't fulfilling. 

"No," Gabriel sighed and shifted, lifting her up and changing their positioning, so he hovered above her. He lowered his head to the right side of her neck. "I just really have an urge to bite you. But not because I am hungry."

A shiver rippled through her body, and then she inhaled sharply as his fangs grazed her skin, and a sudden sharp and brutally cold feeling surged through her being. Gabriel pulled back, staring at her in shock; his eyes shone as the smallest amount of her blood dripped from his fangs. "Esme.." His tongue moved from one fang to the other while her chest heaved at such a strange sensation. 

His fangs never had that physiological reaction, and he didn't sink his fangs in all the way. "Gabriel.. What.. What was that?" She asked in a whisper, staring at him wide-eyed as she felt her lungs expand with a sudden frostiness. 

Gabriel covered his mouth and stared at the area he barely bit before he pushed away from her. "Wash up," He said dismissively and almost coldly. Esme narrowed her eyes at him, but the vampire wasn't looking at her as he frowned, looking out the window deep in thought. 

Esme scoffed and stood up, sauntering towards the vampire who still stood in the middle of the bath. As she approached, he turned his head to look at her, his face had hardened, but his eyes still looked upon her with affection and.. fear?

"Gabriel, you're hurting my feelings by treating me suddenly like a one night stand you want to be rid of." She hesitated and tentatively placed her hands on his chest, looking up at him questionably. 

Gabriel caressed her cheek, his brows still arched together. "Forgive me. I need to think about something. I will wash you-"

"Gabriel," Esme interrupted, her voice hardened. "What happened to make you suddenly act like that?"

Gabriel stared at her before finally replying. "I don't know.." He avoided her gaze, making her feel disappointed by his response. But he lifted her up, distracting her from the sudden drop in her stomach, and he kissed her tenderly. "This is all.. new." He revealed his fangs again, almost in a grimace. "But I had the sudden urge to bite you when you didn't deny that you might follow Davian's advice."

Esme's eyes widened, and her lips parted into an 'o' shape. "Oh, my goddess.." The colour drained from her face. "Gabriel.. do vampires have mates?"

Einar and Davian called Gabriel her mate. But that was absurd. She already had a mate, and Gabriel was a vampire. It was almost unheard of to hear a werewolf and a human mated, so what would the chances be of a werewolf and their natural enemy- a vampire being mated. 

"No," He replied instantly, but when she searched his features, she could see the confusion behind his eyes. "Vampires choose their spouses like humans. We aren't fated.." He trailed off, lowering her back to sit down in the tub. 

"It would be impossible then," Esme murmured to herself. "I am already mated.."

Then why had there been such a pull between them from the start? Why, at the mention of a possible distance between them, would Gabriel suddenly want to bite her? Bite her like he was claiming her officially. 

"Is there a mark on my neck?" Esme asked, touching the area where he bit her slightly. The area felt cool, but it wasn't unpleasant. 

"Let me test it out." Gabriel bit into his finger, drawing blood and started to rub his finger in circles around the area he bit. He paused what he was doing and bared his fangs again, huffing like he was trying to control his urges. "The mark isn't going."

"What does it mean?" She questioned but gasped as Gabriel lunged at her neck, piercing her skin with his fangs. 

His hand held her neck in place as his fangs made her body erupt into a feverish state. Esme's head flopped back onto the tiles as she stared at the ceiling; tears trickled down her cheeks from the pain and pleasure. Her hand clutched at his head, her heart warming as she felt her body feeling lifted into a blissful state. 

With her blood trickling into the bathwater, and the Vampire King clinging to her like she would disappear any second, Esme sighed, feeling safe and complete. But something was calling to her, and her hand moved on its own, lowering from Gabriel's head and down to his groin. 

Gabriel pulled back, breathless and staring at Esme like she was a Goddess. Her feather-light touch around his length made him shiver, but he didn't hold back once her legs wrapped around him, and she positioned him at her entrance.. He thrust into her deeply, completing a process that neither creature was completely aware of.

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