Suddenly, the hairs on my neck pricked to attention, I felt a wave of heat pass through me. Automatically, I found Gabriel stalking through the crowd of people dancing on a makeshift dance floor, the gaze of his grey eyes burning into my skin.
“And my point is proven. Better ready yourself Devon, your man is coming this way, and judging by the heated look he is sporting you are in for something,” Shiloh whispered to me as she got up from the seat. “See ya later, honey, I have a hankering for a dance with my Prince.” Shiloh then sashayed to the bar, and I noticed Zander was watching her come his way, his eyes held the same burning intensity looking at his wife that Gabriel’s did as he made his way to me.
Oh, my weeping pussy, the man is hot.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
GABRIEL
Stalking my way to where Devon was sitting, I had only one thing on my mind.
I wanted her under me.
We were yet to do anything more than kiss, and she probably wasn’t ready for too much more than that, but I wanted her sexy body beneath me, grinding my hips into hers and I wanted those kisses to be much, much hotter.
As I got closer to my prize I saw her bright blues travel my body, once they got to my crotch her pretty mouth opened and her pink tongue wiped across her lips, my dick felt that wet swipe all the way from the base to the head.
Game on Pixie.
Reaching the table, I wasted no time with talk. Since she arrived at the compound all I wanted was to have her alone. Her little outburst about her family, her sad tears, the delight she showed at meeting my family– all those things made the attraction I felt for her stronger than I thought possible after less than a week of knowing her.
I went slow with women, got to know them with time, even longer to trust them enough to bring them into the fold of the Souls, and my team. Devon was blowing all that out of the water, and fuck me if I wasn’t spiralling.
“Pixie,” the word came out in a low deep growl. “I want you alone. Now.”
Devon blinked at me once, my tone obviously surprising her. It could not have been my words because the heated looks she had been giving me for the last hour from across the compound were very loud and clear. I raised my brow at her small hesitance, then full out smiled when she placed her hand on my chest, the heat from it searing my skin through my tee.
“Yes.” One word, one meaning. Mine.
Taking her hand from my chest, I pulled her in close against me, where she belonged. Storming a path through the dancers and members, I acknowledged the calls and whistles with just a chin lift. I had one agenda and shooting the shit or explaining my public affection with Devon, wasn’t it.
I didn’t bother with the lights in my room, I just slid the lock into place with one hand, the other one wrapped across Devon’s lower belly holding her still.
The window curtains were partially opened, giving the room enough light for me to see the desire in Devon’s blue eyes. Taking two steps to my right, I covered her front with mine, both arms sliding around her waist until my hands rested on the soft skin exposed between her waistband and shirt.
“I don’t know what you are doing to me Devon. The chemistry I feel between us, this connection that keeps pulling me in, whatever it is, we start exploring it now.” My head dropped, my knees bent so her face was level with mine I waited for her to give me the green light. I never went where I wasn’t wanted, if it wasn’t mine to take then I had no problems walking away… until now. Devon’s taste was already branded into me, her touch already tattooed on my skin. All that was left was to let her penetrate my soul so deep every time I had to leave her and go on a mission she would be coming with me.
“I want that too Gabriel, very much,” her soft voice whispered over my lips, tantalising my taste buds.
No more to be said, I closed the short distance between us and covered her mouth with mine. The second we connected, a zing of rightness trickled deliciously through my blood stream. Fucking home, fucking heaven and fucking perfect. The kisses we shared back in her hometown were nothing compared to this. That was kissing for the first time, enjoying the pleasure of kissing someone you had yet to explore. Now, tonight, here, was the next step of us becoming a couple.
I can wait for the sex, and Devon was worth waiting for, this was about branding her mine so she could go home and know no matter where I was, in the country or out, I was in this with her and would always come back to her.
Nipping at her bottom lip, I sucked it into my mouth, thriving on the moans Devon let out each time my tongue licked at hers. Sliding my hands into her jean shorts, I growled when they came into contact with her bare arse. My fingers dug into her soft flesh and my kisses became frenzied. Lifting her up off the ground, her legs wrapped around my waist, the new position brought a newfound feeling of desperation.
“Baby, I love that you aren’t wearing underwear, I do. But for the love of god please, please, only do that when we are alone,” I begged in between kisses. Had I known she had no panties on as well as no bra, I don’t think—no I know, I would never have let her sit out in the compound talking with my mates.
“I don’t do it all the time, just when it takes my fancy,” she answered, staring into my eyes. In them, I saw her need for me, but I also saw insecurity. I wanted that gone, whatever the reason for her family’s indifference towards her, I had to show her I felt none of that, that I wasn’t them.
“Take the fancy when it’s just us. All that you bare is mine Pixie. I don’t share and I don’t like other men looking.” Moving two fingers slowly over her bare globe, I ran them along the seam of the crack.
Devon hissed when I dipped them between and found her puckered entrance. Anal had never been my thing, it took a lot of trust on both sides to make it work and enjoyable. I was under Devon’s spell, because I wanted her to trust me that much. To give me all of herself.
“Let’s get to know each other much, much better,” I suggested, walking us to the bed.
“Tonight, I want to make out, rip at each other’s clothes and discover what drives you wild.”
Laying her down on the bed as I spoke, I stood up, reached behind my head and pulled off my black tee, loving the dilatation of her eyes as she took in my bare torso for the first time. Being a commando, I had to maintain a high level of physical strength. Guns, ammo, the rucksack, and the copious amounts of other things we needed to carry with us on a mission took a toll on a person if they weren’t in the right shape.
I had a six-pack, definition, muscular arms, even the V that some women went all gooey over. I only cared about one woman liking what she saw, only this one.
“Oh my god. Gabriel you have a tattoo! And a V, I mean the V. I want to lick it with my tongue. You look like you are sculpted from steel, not cheap muck metal steel, but that kind you see statues made of or is that copper? How do they make those statues anyway, do they chip away until they form it, cos that would take for—” I fell onto the bed beside her, my lips immediately capturing hers. It was the fastest way to stop her rambling, even though it was cute.
“Mmmmm, I love how you shut me up,” Devon mumbled appreciatively against my mouth.
“Yeah? Well I love your rambling darlin, but you were getting a little off subject,” I replied dryly. “Let’s get back to the part where you mentioned something about using your tongue on me,” I said grinning, then parted my lips and took her mouth in a brutal duel of tongues and lips. Moving over her more, without breaking our kiss, I settled myself in the cradle of her thighs, letting out a deep satisfied moan when our lower bodies aligned perfectly. My dick was hard as lead, impossibly hard, Devon had to be feeling it pressing into her. All I wanted to do was reach down and undo the button-fly on my jeans, open her sexy denim shorts and feel her bare pussy against my dick. The urge was so strong I had to fist the pillow on either side of Devon’s head so I didn’t act on the impulse.
On and on we kissed, grinding our bodies and moaning. Each passing second making it harder to stop at
just kissing. When Devon’s hands roamed the length of my back then down to my waistband, her fingers slipping just under much like I did to her up against the wall, I forced myself to pull back.
“Jesus Pixie, you have me so hard, so turned on, if we go a minute longer I am going to rip those shorts off your sweet as fuck legs and slam balls deep in you,” I admitted breathlessly, taking in gulps of much needed air.
“But you aren’t going to are you Gabriel?” Devon guessed with a sad sigh.
“No baby, I’m not,” I answered her, leaning my forehead on hers. Mentally willing my hard-on to calm the fuck down. No use willing it to go away completely because that wasn’t going to happen, I was doomed to a life of a constantly hard dick around this woman.
With one last chaste kiss, I shifted off her and pulled her against my side, with my free arm I dragged the blanket over us.
“Talk to me Pixie, tell me everything there is to know about you,” I whispered softly.
Devon’s body tensed briefly, so quick if I wasn’t the soldier that I was, I would not have noticed it. My job as a captain in the army didn’t just involve guns and fighting, I also had to understand how to read a situation, the dangers. The enemy didn’t always carry a gun and wear camo, sometimes you had to read their body language to see what they were hiding. Devon’s sudden reaction to my questions perked that instinct.
“Everything?” she asked in a choked voice.
I regarded her reluctance silently for a moment. I couldn’t tell if she was hiding something from me or if it was just the way she had been brought up. I didn’t believe it had anything to do with her not wanting us to happen or that another man was involved. Unfortunately, as much as I wanted that thought burnt from my mind, it did happen. When it came to talking about her brothers or dad, the telling of their treatment of her was sad but quick. She never went into the specifics of what they did to her exactly, and I got the feeling she didn’t like talking about herself so much.
Making a quick decision, I decided to ease her mind.
“Whatever you are comfortable sharing baby,” I told her softly, confident that when she was ready to would let me in.
One step at a time.
“She fits in with the Flock well enough mate, her cute rambling alone makes her one of them,” Bastian observed from his seat beside me in the main room of the compound. My team and I were enjoying another day without our beepers going off. So far, Devon had been here for three days, and my fingers were crossed that we got a few more before the inevitable call came.
Our down time was our own, my team’s special talents meant the army wasn’t so strict with our whereabouts when home, unless we were needed for training at the base. As long as we called in everyday and kept up with our fitness and combat skills, the brass left us alone.
Still, that didn’t mean I stayed totally off the radar. Just this morning, our CO back at Holsworthy informed me a well-known Australian businessman who was in some trouble in a small war-torn country in the Middle East. Officially, the word was the government wasn’t going in to get him, and unofficially the SEALS needed some help getting in. My team and I were familiar with the particular compound the idiot suit was held up in, so I knew the call was coming any day now.
Devon and I had slept together every night since the first, not that Devon slept that much- I learned that on the first night. She is a tosser and turner, she even whimpered in her sleep when she finally managed to fall asleep.
Her dreams confused me, sometimes she cried, sometimes she screamed and then her rambling would kick in and I had to confess that not much of it made sense. She would ask why her, yell at her brothers about coddling her. Her unconscious pitiful pleas to be treated like a normal person set my gut instincts into high gear. I was biding my time to ask for an explanation, but she seemed so upset that her restlessness in bed was keeping me from getting a good sleep, I decided to leave it for the time being.
So, most of the night we held each other and talked, she was opening up more and more. She talked about her mum, not just about the accident, but about before it, the things she can remember. She showed me her tattoo over a fairly gnarly scar, positioned at the side of her hip. That one word really said it all, Devon survived, and thank god she did. She was five when her mum died, so she found it hard to decipher what were her actual memories and her dreams. She was still yet to talk about her brothers, and I found that didn’t worry me too much. They didn’t exactly seem like my kind of people.
Focusing back on Devon, who was currently dancing or really swaying with little Zeke in her arms. I bit back a chuckle every time Shiloh and Zander’s name came up, although it shouldn’t have. Shiloh’s obsession with the old war show from years ago was a legendary story, just as much as the tales of Darth.
The whole family expected Shiloh to pay homage to her beloved bodyguard in some memorable way, but I don’t think her husband and parents thought it would be naming her first son after the main character in her favourite show.
Turning back to Bastian, I stood from the bar stool. “Yep, she sure does mate. See ya in the morning brother,” I said with a slap to his back.
We had waited enough time, my pixie and me. I wanted to make love to her, my time with her at the compound was coming to an end, my gut was telling me that. I didn’t want to go off for god knows how long without knowing what it feels like to be inside her. To be surrounded by her velvety wet heat.
To hear her when I brought her to orgasm with my dick.
I wanted to hear her scream my name when I filled her with my cum.
“Gabriel what on earth are you doing?” Devon giggled as I hauled her up on my shoulder down the long corridor that led us to my room. She had not stopped laughing since I picked her up after taking Zeke from her and delivering him back to his old man.
I was on a mission, one that involved being naked.
“It’s late, and time for bed,” I announced, moving through the door and kicking it closed.
“Late? It is nine-thirty, too early for sleeping.” Her protest was accompanied by her arm with a watch being waved in front of my face.
“I didn’t say nothing about sleepin’ darlin’,” I retorted, dropping her carefully to her feet. Devon was so small, so fragile, sometimes I forgot that I had the real ability to hurt her physically.
“Oh, and what will we be doing? Because I was having fun out there with little Zeke, so you better have something really, really, really good in mind.”
“Baby, I definitely have something really good and really big in mind,” I growled, taking the hem of her thin tee, and slowly pulling it up over her head to reveal a sexy soft pink lace bra.
“Hmmm someone listened to me,” I hummed in approval, “but we are alone now so…” Reaching out I unhooked the small clasp situated in between her perfect tits.
The last few nights we didn’t just talk, we also fooled around a bit. More than once I had her creamy mounds in my hands, but I had yet to have them in my mouth which was an oversight I was about to rectify.
Lowering my head, I opened my mouth over one firm hard nipple, sucking it deep into my mouth.
“Oh my— Gabriel!” Devon moaned, her hands finding their way to my head, pushing me further into her. “Don’t stop, please never stop,” she begged in a strained voice.
My girl loved my hands on her tits, but I was getting that my mouth was better.
“So, you don’t want to stop for even this?” Swapping to the other breast, I lavished that one with the same attention as its mate, only this time I took more of her soft flesh in my mouth as well as the nipple. Sucking deeply, the urge to leave my mark on her skin too strong to ignore. Soon enough the call would come and I would have to leave Devon for the first time in our short relationship. If we stayed together for as long as I planned and hoped, we will experience many temporary separations. How both of us were to deal with them is yet to be seen.
“Oh, no you… you can… oh yes suck that… just like tha
t.”
I released my prize with a hard pop and smiled at the red love bite left there in the shape of my mouth. Pure selfish satisfaction pulsed through me, selfish or not I couldn’t help it.
“You stopped,” Devon pouted, her fingers went to her glistening wet nipple and fuck me she pinched it between them sending all sense from my brain right down to my dick.
“Baby, I haven’t even started,” I promised her, ripping my shirt, buttons flying to the floor. “My mouth is going to learn the taste of every inch of your sweet body. Starting right here.”
Taking her nipple in my mouth again, I let my hand roam down her flat stomach and slipped it inside her shorts under her lace panties and palmed her mound. Her bare mound.
My mouth watered, the need so great I feared I wouldn’t be able to go slow, my desperation for her, this soul deep need to… own her body and soul. How this tiny little pixie, with her bright blue eyes, black hair and sexy as fuck body had me turned inside out so quick baffled me. I loved her sass, her outlook on life, and her cute rambling ,and the way she spewed word vomit was fucking hilarious.
Devon was the whole package, one I intended to keep.
With my mouth on her breast and my hand on her pussy, my whole body was practically bent in half to accomplish both objectives. I needed her on the bed, spread out naked for me so I could give her pussy the attention it deserved, but first—
“Your pussy is wet just here baby,” I crooned, sliding one finger through her folds, receiving a long hum of appreciation from my Pixie.
“How wet will it be when I do this?” Parting her pussy lips, I pushed one finger into her heat, slipping it all the way in to the last knuckle. Her tight core sucked in my finger clenching it like a vice, wetness gushing all around it.
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