Chapter 68: Over The Edge

Gabriel released Esme, and she gasped for air. She couldn't help it; he was making her lose her mind and all functionality along with it. She forgot how to breathe while kissing. He was too damn good at kissing, and it was making her crazy.

"He's had thousands of years-" Esme pushed Isana and her comments aside as she kept her arms wrapped around this deadly and striking being beneath her. She still didn't know how this came to be, her naked in a vampire's bathtub, feeling high off the first form of happiness in such a long time. But she really wasn't complaining.

Gabriel started trailing kisses down her neck, and she tilted her head back to give him more access. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the points of his fangs beginning to graze her skin and sending her into heated arousal. But before Esme could say anything, he gripped her hips and flipped her around. She yelped at the sudden movement and found herself lying back on his chest, her head next to his. 

He clutched her chin between his fingers and tilted her mouth towards his, tenderly kissing her as his other hand began to knead her right breast. She sighed into his mouth and met his tongue briefly before he nipped her playfully and pulled back. The pair stared at each other in wonder.

"Let me take care of you," He whispered as he kissed her cheek and both hands were now kneading her breasts, and his knees widened her legs. 

Esme gulped in anticipation. "How.." Her whisper trailed off as he massaged her sides and kissed and bit onto her earlobe. His hands moved again, one to her left breast kneading, that turned into circling over her dark nipple and the other cupped her sex. 

"I think a massage is in order," Gabriel grinned wickedly into her neck, "you know what would make this better for you.." He teased her folds, circling her entrance as he did her nipple. 

"Wh-what?" She sighed and bit her lip, looking back into his startling blue eyes. 

"If you let me bite you," He whispered darkly into the side of her face.

"How would it.." She trailed off again as one finger entered her agonisingly slowly, and somehow she recalled how people went insane from vampire bites. "I don't want to get addicted." His fangs alone, grazing her skin, sent her over the edge. She couldn't imagine how it felt being bitten by a vampire.

"You won't," He licked the side of her neck and pinched her nipple, sending pleasurable pain to her core. She gasped and clenched on his finger, feeling greedy in wanting more. 

"Do what you want with me; I'm yours," She breathed, then snapped her eyes open as Gabriel tilted her chin towards him again, and he crashed his lips onto hers. 

"Those are dangerous words, Es," He pulled back and purred into her ear as his thumb began to play with her clit, and the tempo of his finger increased. "I'm going to bite you," He kissed her cheek. "When you're nearly there." He kissed her neck. His fingers pinched and circled her nipple, kneading her breast as his other hand continued its delicious assault at her centre. 

Esme leaned her head back as she felt everything tighten and her toes curl; Gabriel kissed her neck gently then she felt the sudden sharp prick of his fangs biting into her. "Ah," She groaned in pain and in pleasure. Her whole body vibrated in such an intensity; she was scorching hot then ice cold, feverish from his touch and fangs. Her fingers gripped into his tousled hair, pushing him onto her neck more from the euphoric feeling and arched her back as he led her further into a deeper bliss.

Gabriel moaned into her skin, sending her further over the edge at his own pleasure, and he didn't even satisfy himself except for the blood he drank from her. Esme's breaths were ragged as she tried to get a hold of herself, but a sudden wave of dizziness overwhelmed her as she came down from her high. The vampire released her from his fangs and slowly removed his fingers as he licked the side of her neck. She didn't know what else he was doing but felt the sore part of her neck being rubbed. 

Esme's eyes fluttered close from sudden fatigue; her hand flopped down from his hair and rested in the water. Gabriel chuckled and kissed her, holding her waist tightly as she rested her head on his shoulder. "I told you. Here, have something to drink," He murmured before she heard the sound of a bottle opening and closing, and she felt his mouth on hers. Esme's eyes opened, and his hand cupped her breast, making her gasp and blink in surprise as fruity liquid poured down her throat. 

Gabriel pulled away and grinned at her. "Do you want some more?" He grabbed a bottle and poured it into his mouth before turning to her again. This time she parted her lips as his mouth met hers and she swallowed the liquid, feeling even more desire ripple through her as she stared into the blue hues and red specks of his striking eyes. Esme's hands found their way to his hair again, and she held him in place and intertwined her tongue with his. But all too soon, Gabriel pulled away with a chuckle, "Not so fast, little wolf. Turn back around and rest on me."

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Esme pouted but obliged and felt her cheeks burn from the indecent position. She was at least allowed to close her legs. "Don't you think it's a little unfair on you?" She purred and kissed his neck as her hand glided behind her, down his chest and wrapped her fingers around his hard-on behind her bottom, stroking him gently. 

"I don't want to make the water messy," He chuckled. "And I don't mind pampering you. Your scent no longer smells of his, but your own and of jasmine and me." He kissed behind her ear.

"Don't you want to go any further?" She questioned and bit her lip. 

Gabriel chuckled again. "We have all night. Unless you plan on ditching me after you've had your fill of me.. Ladies these days.." He sighed dramatically as he continued to caress her breasts and body. 

"I can hardly believe anyone would do such a thing to someone who looks like you, my king," She chuckled and paused, stroking his shaft to spin on the spot. Now straddling him again, her hands on his chest, she stared directly into his eyes and earnestly said, "I'll answer any question, you know that right."

Gabriel pecked her lips and leaned back comfortably, his arms spreading out on the bath's sides. "I think there is a lot to talk about, and the water will go cold if we bring it up now. The only question I have for you right now," He paused and grabbed some soap, pouring it into his hands and lathered it up before stroking her breasts again and  going under her armpits and pausing. "Is why you have a flame tattoo that looks suspiciously like the one the secret rogue organisation uses.."

His finger stroked around the small tattoo just below her right armpit. It was so small, and in a position she never saw it that she forgot all about it. Esme flinched at his words and started to put some space between them, but Gabriel grabbed her hips and pulled her back. "No more running, Es. You don't have to tell me everything, but it's pointless denying it with.." He tapped the tattoo. "This bit of evidence." He smirked, then grabbed the soap again and continued to caress her body.

Esme stared at him as his eyes roamed her body, looking at her adoringly, his touch featherlight as he cleaned her. He paused when he brought her left arm out of the water, and she saw that fire of burning hatred flare up in his eyes again even as he lowered her hand and went back to her neck and massaged her. Esme gulped and had to push down a moan at his magical fingers, kneading away the stress in her neck and shoulders. 

Gabriel needed a distraction from his growing fury again. "I was eight years old when my mother brought me to the Hellhounds.." She began, and Gabriel's head perked up to meet her gaze. She purposely didn't open her mind to him; it was better he didn't see just how much of a cold-hearted killer she is. 

"Was," Isana corrected though her wolf also questioned her correction. They still killed, but now it was for survival and not because of orders.

Esme looked away and distracted herself with lathering soap in her own hands and cleaning Gabriel's body. It was a delightful distraction. "If you aren't selected to join the Hellhounds for your skills, then about half of them were young rogues brought up in a society where killing for sport was the norm. Children are brainwashed into agreeing with the beliefs of the Hellhounds," She continued and yelped by the sudden movement of his hands groping her backside and turning her around to stand in front of him so he could clean her groin area from behind. 

Esme bit her lip at the intimate action.

"How did you get out?" He asked from behind her and started to rinse her down by a golden jug he used to pour the water over her. 

"It was only by coincidence. But I told them it was going to be my last mission anyway.." She trailed off, remembering the moment she was thrown onto the ground, and she looked up into Alpha Ethan's green eyes. 

Within seconds, Esme found herself sprawled on her back on a comfy bed and Gabriel's head between her thighs. "Tell me the rest after. Only focus on me now," Gabriel growled before pushing her legs further down into the bed, and his tongue licked the length of her damp slit. The first of many actions to send her over the edge, screaming his name, clinging onto him as he ravaged her with his tongue. 

As she climaxed again, Esme started to see black spots dancing across her eyes as his fangs cut into the femoral artery of her inner thigh, and she suddenly felt heavy as she closed her eyes. The last thing she heard was Gabriel's chuckle. 

"My sexy she-wolf."

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