Chapter 126: Claiming The Vampire King

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Esme clung onto Gabriel; his eyes captured hers once more, as pleasure unlike any she'd known before started to spread across her body. 

"Esme.." He groaned, sinking deeper inside of her as he picked her up and laid her back gently on the marble flooring, with only her toes dipping into the warm water. She pushed onto her hands, keeping their faces only inches apart, as they breathed heavily, inhaling each other's air and feeling like they were one. 

"How.. How are your gums?" Esme asked breathlessly as he continued his pleasurable onslaught to her lower region. Gabriel thrust into her roughly and paused, making her tilt her head back before meeting his gaze again.

"It's gone." His tongue went across his fangs again. Esme's lips parted as his hips began moving again. She knew then what he'd done. It was the same for werewolves; they didn't get itchy gums but the urge to bite, to claim their mate and finish the mate bond was the same. So, this had to be the same. She had no quarries about it either. It felt.. right. But how could that be? She was mated to-

"Don't even think his name, Es. He never deserved you." Gabriel growled, stroking her face and tilting her chin up to claim her mouth. Esme's thoughts melted away by his touch, and her hands slid into his hair as their tongues danced with each other. 

Gabriel broke the kiss as his pace increased, but she kept him close, their noses touching as she gazed upon him like he was her prince charming. He smirked and lowered his lips to her ear, nibbling seductively, "I was born a King, little wolf."

Esme moaned as she felt his fangs grazing her again. "It seems I lucked out to have such a man as my.." She bit her lip from moaning too loudly. 

"Mate," Isana finished, breaking through the reins as her voice rang through the bathroom. Gabriel's eyes widened, and she could see through the reflection of his eyes that her own were glowing with amber hues. 

Isana slid her hands down his chest and used the vampire's shock to flip him over, so she straddled him. She flipped her damp locks to the side and lowered her lips to his, nibbling on his bottom lip briefly before leaving featherlight kisses down his neck and grabbing his hands to place on her backside. Gabriel gently groped her cheeks and watched her lower her head to his chest. 

"Isana, has Esme allowed you control?" Gabriel said as the she-wolf licked just below his left collarbone. 

She laid her chest and arms against his body and tilted her head to the side with a smirk. "Is this too strange for you, mate?" 

Gabriel's brow rose, and a smirk slithered onto his lips. "I won't lie to you. This is probably in my top ten of the strangest things to happen. You called me mate.. Am I your mate?"

Isana tilted her head the other way and smiled, revealing her canines. "I have known longer than Es. And I have been waiting. I didn't know how it works with vampires, but I don't think we would take it well if you rejected us. Especially with our.. past experiences. Now.. Can I mark you?"

Gabriel cleared his throat and raised his hand into her hair, leaving a gentle kiss on her pink lips. "Can Esme do it?" He asked softly; his eyes flickered between hers, waiting for her answer.

"We are one and the same. It makes me sad that I can't do it, though," Isana pouted. "But if it will make you happy, mate. Then I will oblige." 

Esme frowned as she was pulled back to the forefront of her mind. Her wolf was pleased being able to speak to their mate. Their mate. Esme's mind was still spinning with that term, but now Isana let her have access to her thoughts. This was precisely what she'd been keeping from her, and now she understood why. 

Being rejected as a mate was just as painful as their mate dying, and Isana feared it, what with Gabriel being a vampire and not a werewolf. It was still a little bizarre that Gabriel was her fated mate, and yet he could choose his partner as a vampire. Was the pull as strong for him as it is for her?

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"Sorry about that," She murmured, grimacing from the pain shooting in her canines. Unlike with her first mate, she didn't feel the need to mark him, but with Gabriel, she found herself looking at his bare collarbone and wanting to leave a trace of herself on him. 

Gabriel chuckled and squeezed her butt cheeks again as his length throbbed inside of her. "There's no need to apologise. Now, are you going to claim this King or not? Many have been after me for years so-"

Esme didn't let him finish, feeling a sudden pang of jealousy sprout across her chest, and she sunk her canines into the skin below Gabriel's left collarbone, sucking on any blood that started to pool and trickle down his marble-like skin. Gabriel's head flipped back, and his fingers gripped her skin as he hissed in what seemed like pleasure. She started grinding her hips to make his high even better and felt her lips tug into a smile when he snapped his head up to look at her with a lust-filled gaze. 

"You. Are. Sensational." He thrust into her at each word, making her core clench on him hungrily. 

Esme pulled her canines out, licking her lips and then the remaining blood on his chest; she was no vampire, but Gabriel's blood was something she found herself feeling high from. She leaned back, putting her hands by her sides to finish what they started. Gabriel's thumb went to her clit, and she tightened around him. Her head flipped back, and a low moan escaped her lips as his hand slid up her body, through her breasts until he sat up, his fingers going to the nape of her neck. With a gentle push, Esme pulled her head back, and Gabriel crashed his lips onto hers, instantly slipping his tongue inside to explore her mouth as he thrust harder and harder inside of her. 

They pulled apart and stared into each other's eyes in awe and wonder. "Every fibre of my being aches for you, Esme.. You are my mate, mine, no one else's." His hand grabbed her left wrist and kissed it tenderly, holding her hand against his face; through her clouded and pleasure-filled gaze, Esme's attention snapped to her arm and her mouth dropped open in shock. 

Tears pooled in her eyes, and a small sob broke out of from her chest; she covered her mouth and stared at Gabriel in disbelief. "I am yours. Only yours. I fucking love you," She growled as the tears streaked down her make-up covered face, and she couldn't help but pull him back in for a kiss, smothering down all the feelings that wanted to burst from her being. 

Gabriel pounded into her faster; his length almost seemed to grow and pulsate as she felt herself tightening and building towards the ultimate climax. They broke apart but kept their sweaty foreheads together, staring at each other as they both reached their peaks. Esme bit her lip, holding back her cry as she stared into those gorgeous eyes that sparkled as he came at the same time. 

Esme tried to calm her ragged breaths as she lowered her head to his chest. Gabriel kissed her head and flipped them around, so she lay on his chest, their legs in the water. "That was.." She breathed, trailing off, unable to find the right words to even describe what that was. 

Gabriel chuckled, stroking her back as he kissed her head again and pulled her even closer to him. Esme turned her arm around again, her sight blurring from tears again that she let fall so as not to miss her smooth and unscarred skin. 

"Are these happy tears?" Gabriel murmured. He still stroked her back, comforting her as she tried to calm down. 

Esme turned her head up to look at him. "Of course, they are. Gabriel.. Did your blood do this?" She asked, even though she already knew the answer. 

"Yes. My blood can heal old scars." He met her gaze and smiled gently, caressing her cheek. "I hated seeing his name on you. Now at least, you can start anew with me."

His words were like warm honey wrapping around her heart, and she'd never felt happier than right in that moment. She didn't know how the hell it was possible she had another mate, but it didn't matter anymore; she'd found a home, one that protected and cherished her. A mate that treated her his equal, and how a mate should treat their love. Even though there was still much to discuss between them, Esme knew there was nothing they couldn't conquer together now. 

Gabriel had her trust, and she had his. 

She looked across to the mark she left on his chest and smiled at the shimmering silver crescent moon mate mark on his pale skin. She rolled over to sit up and looked in the reflection of the mirror across from the window. There, on the lower right side of her neck, was two golden dots that shimmered against her olive complexion. She smiled, feeling ecstatic at the small mate mark, then her gaze followed across her smooth, unblemished, and unscarred skin to the other mate mark still present and without any markings from where she tried to cut it off of her. 

Her mood dipped, realising that her bond was still in place with Ethan, but it felt wrong, like slime was covering her body the longer she looked at it. But Gabriel snapped her out of her darkening thoughts as his hand wrapped around her waist, and his face popped up behind her shoulder, leaving kisses on her skin. 

"Don't think about him. That bastard won't be a problem for much longer," Gabriel murmured his threat like they were talking about the weather as he continued to kiss her neck.. She shivered at his words, wondering what plan he had in mind, but her thoughts were silenced as he met her lips again and pulled her down into the bath.

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