Chapter 87: Grateful

Esme and Gabriel's bodies were flushed against each other, her back against the tree, her hands in his hair as their kiss deepened, and she sighed, letting him slip his tongue into her mouth and stir more desire in her body. Gabriel's hands roamed from her hair to groping her backside and sliding his hands under her hoody to caress her breasts over the top of her bra. He slid her leather jacket off her shoulders, and she raised her hands, parting their lips for him to pull her hoody over her head and flinging it to the side.

Esme watched him for a moment, taking in his sexy good looks with his carefree clothes that still made him look like a model. This man, this vampire was delicious to look at and had taken care of her over the last 24 hours than any had in her life. Her hands went under his shirt and she felt the slabs of muscle beneath making her want to rip his clothes off. But before she could, Gabriel was on her mouth again and gently nipped her bottom lip, she gasped as his fangs scraped her skin and felt a small prick.

"I can see why you find this so tasty," He purred and licked his lips before sucking on her lip again. Her nails dug into his abdomen as she felt her core tingle, and a flush of hot and cold rippled through her body.

Gabriel pulled back his eyes were filled with desire and something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Her legs tightened around his back, and she leaned into him, brushing her breasts against his chest, gripping his hair, kissing him more urgently. Gabriel stepped away from the tree and brought her down to a patch of grass, not breaking the kiss. But as Esme's hands started to lower down to his belt, she paused at the sudden smell of lavender, and she pushed Gabriel's shoulders back and looked to the side where the scent was stronger.

"Let's go back. There are too many enemies to have fun like this," She said with a pout, annoyed that this phantom was nearby and a possible threat, and even if they weren't a threat, she wasn't about to get frisky with Gabriel and put on a show for them.

Gabriel sensed that something was wrong and instantly lifted her up, and within seconds they were back in the car. Esme placed gently in her seat and her hoody and jacket in the back of the SUV. He put the car into gear and set off; Esme swivelled her head around, staring back at the forest as they drove down the road. She was 95% sure she knew who it was but didn't know if she was being ridiculous. She would have to confront the phantom soon, but she would do it alone. 

He drove them back through the city, and she looked at him from the corner of her eyes. Gabriel's face was passive once again, and she seemed to sense that he was deep in thought in these moments but kept others from guessing his thoughts. Maybe the vampire learnt from all of his mind-reading. 

"Do you know the person in the woods?" Gabriel asked quietly; his eyes were still set on the road.

So, he knew someone was spying on them. 

"Of course! He's an ancient vampire; it would be weird if he didn't notice!" Isana remarked, making Esme roll her eyes before looking back at the vampire.

"I'm not sure," Esme replied truthfully. "But it would be a little ludicrous if it is who I think it is."

"Who do you think it is?" Gabriel questioned as he turned them into ONYX's underground garage. 

Esme pursed her lips and followed the rows of his luxury cars. Gabriel parked the car and spread his arm out onto the back of her seat, staring at Esme and waiting for her reply. But she shifted in her seat and looked down at her hands in her lap. 

Gabriel chuckled, but it was dry, without any humour. "You tell me pretty much everything but won't tell me who you think is stalking you?"

"Stalking is a little.." She trailed off as she looked at him. 

Gabriel sighed and pulled back his hand, and undid his seat belt. "You seem to keep forgetting I can help you, Es." He raked his hand irritably through his white locks, making him look all the more dashing. "But it is like you don't want me to," He growled and reached for the door handle.

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But as his hand grasped at the handle, Esme reached out and tugged his shirt. Gabriel paused and looked at her, raising a brow. "Gabriel, I need to confirm it for myself. This isn't something.." She looked to the side as pain filled her eyes, but she blinked it away and looked back at him. "You can't help with this. But I am grateful."

Gabriel didn't appear convinced by her words, so she undid her seatbelt and climbed over to his side, straddling him. "I AM grateful." She kissed him then playfully bit his ear. Gabriel's hands claimed her backside again, and he pushed her against his crutch. 

"Hmmm, I'm still not convinced you are," He whispered into her neck before leaving butterfly kisses down her neck. 

Esme smirked as her hand went down to his belt again, underdoing it and unzipping his jeans. "Then I think I should show you," She purred and licked her lips as her hand wrapped around his hardened length and sweetly kissed his lips as she caressed him. Gabriel chuckled and lifted her slightly, and again she was amazed by his vampiric speed as they were now in the backseat.

Esme removed her shirt and kissed him, letting her hair dangle forward before pulling his jeans and boxers down. She bit her lip as his shaft sprung out, and she was on him instantly shifting down to the floor and licked his entire length. "You know more than anyone about myself," Esme said before twirling her tongue at the head of his cock. She kept her eyes on him and found enjoyment and desire pooling her core as she saw Gabriel part his lips and hiss. 

With her eyes still on him, she wrapped her lips around him, sucking on him until he pushed deeper into her. His hands went into her hair, pulling back the strands and holding them in one hand so he could see her face and watch as she bobbed her head up and down. Esme groaned along his length and started to undo her own jeans, her finger rubbing gently against her clit beneath her underwear. 

The car was filled with noises of her sucking on his manhood, Gabriel's breathing, and Esme's moans. "Take your clothes, and climb on me," Gabriel commanded, his voice was husky and sexy. Esme obliged instantly and straddled him but frowned as she saw a flicker of mischievousness in his crystal blue eyes. He flipped her around so her back rested against his hard chest, and his hand went down to her folds, rubbing her juices everywhere. 

Esme tilted her head back and clutched her breasts, needing more of a release from the sensitive sensation building in her core. She continued to move her hand up and down his length, then yelped as he flipped her around again. She giggled at the sudden change in position but gasped instantly as his tongue flicked along her creamy folds. 

Esme's head was just above his groin and her bottom in the air; Gabriel held onto her legs, keeping her in place as his tongue explored her core. The position, his tongue and where they were just added to the desire trying to burst at the seams. Esme wrapped her lips around his shaft again and began to suck. She groaned even louder from his cock in her mouth and his mouth on her crevice. Esme licked down the sides and started panting as he ravished her more, and she clutched on his thighs as a high pitched cry escaped her lips from the excruciatingly sweet orgasm. 

Gabriel continued licking, and she started huffing and puffing again, but he moved his lips down to her thigh and bit into her flesh, causing her to orgasm even without his tongue or fingers on her. He sucked on her thigh, and she saw fireworks behind her eyes, and her body seemed to melt. 

The vampire chuckled and licked his lips, turning her back upright and slowly slid her on top of his shaft. Esme opened her eyes, her chest heaving from his length, pushing into her and filling her whole. She panted again at just how deep he was and started to grind on him, flipping her hair back. "Good girl. Show me how grateful you are, amica mea."

"Ugh," She clutched his hair and stared into his eyes, feeling her core clench around him even more. "Keep talking in that language, and I'll cum and collapse before you can even finish," Esme said through ragged breaths. 

Gabriel grinned and started to thrust into her as he sucked onto her left nipple before biting into her chest and drawing blood. Esme cried out again in great pleasure; her hand clutched Gabriel's head, and she thrust harder, her creaminess coating his shaft. Gabriel flipped her over, and she now lay down on the leather seat. He pushed her legs wider, almost agonisingly wide, but he thrust harder and harder, making her greedily want more. 

He suddenly cursed under his breath, then a second later, Esme could hear his phone ring. He thrust into her more and lowered himself, so they were inches apart, but a tap on the blacked-out window stilled them both, and Gabriel pulled out instantly and released his load on Esme's chest. "Fuck!" He growled and looked through the blacked-out window. "What. Do. You. Want. Luther?"

Esme sighed, trying to regain her breath but stayed silent. She didn't want to be found naked under the Vampire King. This was all too new for her to reveal herself as Gabriel's.. well, what the hell was she to him? After a heated moment in his car and his ejaculation covering her chest, that wasn't something she wanted to question right then. 

"Gabriel, we have a situation."

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