by Tina Folsom
Maya nodded. “I think he did the same to me. I had an uneasy feeling when you introduced me to him in the kitchen, but the feeling went away. And then I was so distracted by the fever that I couldn’t think clearly anyway.”
“He played us all. But that’s over now. I can guarantee you that Amaury has already mobilized the troops. They’ll be out looking for him.”
“During daytime?” Maya gave him a doubting look.
“Yes. We have plenty of human bodyguards who are loyal to us. They’ll be out looking for him now. He won’t be able to move.”
“Let’s hope so.” She circled her arms around him and snuggled into his chest.
Gabriel shelved her chin on his palm and dropped his head. Maya met him halfway. The moment their lips met, warmth flooded through him. For the first time in the last hour he felt at ease. He captured her lips and slid his tongue into her mouth, stroking against hers in one smooth sweep. When her body pressed against him in the most trusting way he’d ever felt a woman, he felt himself harden—and this time he could distinctly feel both his cocks. The awareness reminded him of what he needed to tell her.
He severed the kiss and looked at her surprised face. “I have to tell you something.”
A small frown line built between her brows, almost as if she was afraid of what he wanted to tell her. “Yes?”
“About what the witch found out.” He hesitated. Would she welcome the news? He hoped she would, because if she didn’t, there was nothing he could change about it. His body was what it was: that of a satyr, and as such, he was endowed with two penises. He could only hope that if she truly was a satyr too, her instincts would tell her to accept him.
Maya pulled away and turned slightly, avoiding looking at him. Curiosity rose in him. “I told you it doesn’t matter if it can’t be removed. I’m okay with it.”
Gabriel put his hand on her arm and turned her back to look at him. It was time for that talk he’d postponed, because he’d been at a loss of how to explain everything to her in two sentences. Now they had all the time in the world. “I know you told me that. And we’ve already established you actually want the thing to stay because you’re scared. Let’s talk about that.”
***
Maya felt his warm hand and looked up to meet his gaze. “Once you’re normal again, you’ll want somebody else, not me.”
“Didn’t you hear what I said to you earlier? That I love you.”
The words felt good, but still she couldn’t believe them. “Yes, you said that, but you also said you want a child. Once you realize that you could have anybody when your deformity is gone, then why wouldn’t you want to be with somebody who can give you children?”
Before she knew what was happening, Gabriel pulled her into his arms. “I don’t care about that,” he said gruffly. “All I ever wanted out of life is a wife who loves me and accepts me for what I am. Becoming a father would have been a bonus, but I don’t care about that, not enough. Do you really think I would give up this chance at happiness merely because we won’t be able to have children?”
“You mean that?” Her heart beat into her throat.
“I mean it. But—”
So there was a but. She shouldn’t have rejoiced too early. Her shoulders dropped in defeat.
“You have to accept me, and once I tell you what the witch found out, it’s up to you to make a decision. I love you. I want you to know that, but I can’t ask you to be mine until you know what I am. It wouldn’t be fair.”
Now confusion set in. There was a hesitation in his voice she hadn’t heard before, almost as if he was uncertain of how to broach the subject. “What you are? What do you mean?”
“I’m not a full-blooded vampire.”
The news didn’t mean anything to her. How could he not be a full-blooded vampire? By everything she’d seen so far, he was definitely a vampire, and a very potent one at that. She’d seen his fangs, felt his strength. She’d seen him drink blood. “How can you not be a vampire?”
“I am, but I’m not, at least not fully. I wasn’t human when I was turned. I just never realized that until now. My turning was much like yours, and now I understand why. Like you I almost died a second time, as if my body was rejecting becoming a vampire. But I pulled through, just like you did.”
She remembered all too well how painful it had been. “I live because of you.”
He pressed his forehead against hers. “But I don’t ever want you to think you owe me for that. I did it for a very selfish reason: I wanted you to live, because I wanted you to be mine. Right there, that moment when I first saw you lying on that bed in Samson’s house, I knew I would love you.”
“How could you know that? You didn’t know anything about me.” Yet, there was such certainty in his words.
“My body recognized you. We’re alike, Maya, much more than I could have ever guessed. I’m part satyr, and so are you.”
The news hit her like a freight train slamming into a brick wall. Satyr? “A beast with hooves?”
Gabriel shook his head. “You mean a Minotaur. Satyrs are different. They are mythical creatures, part man, part animal, but the animal part only manifests itself in their strength and thirst for carnal pleasures and in the male of the species in one other piece of anatomy. Otherwise our bodies look entirely human. All that about hooves and horns came later in mythology. Anyway, that’s why I never knew. I didn’t know my father, so there was nobody to explain to me what I was.”
“And you say I’m a satyr too. But how?” It didn’t make any sense. She’d always felt human.
“You’re aware that you were adopted?”
She was surprised he knew. “Of course. My parents never made a secret of it. Besides, they are blonde and fair skinned, and I’m anything but.”
“Your biological parents, or at least your father, must have been a satyr.”
“How can the witch be so certain? She hasn’t done any tests on me.” The witch’s claim was too outlandish to believe.
“She doesn’t have to because of what’s happened to me. I’ve gone through a change.” He swallowed hard. Maya could see his Adam’s Apple move up and down.
“What kind of change?”
“After we had sex.”
“Damn it, Gabriel, would you just come out with it.” She planted her hands at her waist, but instead of releasing her, he only pulled her closer.
“This change.” He pressed his hips into hers. “The mass of flesh you saw. It’s changed. It only does that after a satyr has sex with his satyr mate for the first time. Maya, it’s turned into a second penis because you and I had sex.”
She gasped, sucking the air into her lungs quickly to supply her brain with oxygen. He had two penises? She pulled away from him and instantly noticed his disappointed frown. But she couldn’t concern herself with that right now. Her hand went to the place where his jeans bulged. When her palm connected with the hardness beneath, he jerked for a moment before he pressed against it.
Then she felt it. There wasn’t just the outline of one erect cock pulsing under her palm, but she could clearly feel a second one, just as hard but a fraction smaller. It strained against the confinement of his pants.
“I want to see.” She licked her lips and went for the zipper.
His hand stopped her, locking her in place. “Maya.” His voice was strangled, and when she looked at him, she saw the barely contained desire in his eyes. He looked like he wanted to devour her, and considering what she felt under her hand, she had a pretty good idea what he wanted to devour her with.
Her heartbeat kicked up as her body responded in kind. There was nothing that she wanted more than to get her hands on his twin cocks and touch him, take them into her mouth one by one and suck him until he begged her to stop.
“This is not a science lesson.”
Was that what he thought she wanted to do, merely examine him? “If you don’t get those pants off right now and make love to me, I swear, the moment the sun sets, I’
ll walk out of here and you’ll never see me again.”
His droll look was priceless. “You want me to make love to you, and you actually think I would turn you down? Maya, I’m a vampire, I’m a satyr, but above all—I’m a man.”
Thirty-three
Gabriel’s brain did a somersault. Maya accepted him for what he was. A small confident smile curled around her red lips, and the glint in her eyes was the same he’d seen in her before, back in the living room where they’d made love like crazy. “You want me?”
“Yes, and given that we can’t get out of here until sunset anyway, I can’t think of anything better than having sex, can you?” she asked and gave him a coquettish wink.
Neither could he. Gabriel folded her into his embrace, his mouth hovering over hers. She lifted her head and offered her lips to him. “Kiss me.”
He gave a little smile. “I love kissing you.” Then he fitted his lips to hers and pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. A low sigh was Maya’s response. Her breath bounced against his, and he parted his lips to drink her in. His senses flooded with her scent and taste.
Gabriel let his hands roam over her back. One drifted down to her ass, cupping her with his large palm and pressing her closer into his hips. He felt his twin erections press into the soft flesh of her stomach, while her full breasts flattened against the hard planes of his chest. Everything felt so right. She was the perfect woman, the yin to his yang.
He speared his tongue and dove into her, dueled with her, stroked, nibbled, and sucked. Her soft moans were music to his ears, her hands on him encouragement to continue with what he was doing. Already Maya had pulled his shirt from his pants and was now sliding her hands onto his naked chest, making him hiss in a much needed breath.
“Now show me what you’ve got,” she whispered against his lips, breathing as heavily as he did.
“Impatient?” He kissed the side of her mouth.
“Curious.”
“Scared?” His lips trailed to her neck where he felt her vein throb under his lips.
“Eager,” she pressed out between soft moans.
“I hoped that this time I could have offered you a soft bed.” The first time he’d taken her against the wall in the living room, and now? He would have liked to make this more special for her.
“I don’t care.”
“It won’t be very comfortable for you.”
She pulled his head to hers and looked at him. “I don’t want comfortable. I want you.”
He lost himself in her dark eyes. “And I want you. But this time, you will come with me if it’s the last thing I do.”
“Male pride?”
It had nothing to do with pride. “Survival instinct.”
She raised an eyebrow, not understanding, so he explained, “I won’t have you leave me because I can’t satisfy you.”
Her lips curled up, and she pressed her hips provocatively against his groin. “You might just have what I need.”
“Hold that thought.” He pulled himself out of her embrace and went for the supply cupboard.
“What are you doing?”
Gabriel opened the cupboard and examined the contents. “Making us more comfortable. I can’t get you a proper bed, but at least I can provide some of this.” He pulled out a couple of thick blankets, which had been shrink-wrapped to protect them from dust and moisture. He ripped the plastic open and pulled them out of their protective covers.
With a few steps he was at the corner where several cots were stacked up. He pulled one aside and spread the blankets onto it to provide more cushioning.
“You’re a very practical man,” Maya commented.
Gabriel turned to her and smiled. “You’ll find out over time that I do have many other useful qualities.”
She hummed. “Mmm, hmm. Two in particular.” Her eyes dropped to his crotch. Heat instantly shot through his body. She was direct, and he appreciated that in her. There was no beating around the bush about what she wanted. And what Maya clearly wanted right now, was him—or rather his two very erect and eager cocks. And he wasn’t going to deprive her of that pleasure, or him for that matter. Even if he was a little apprehensive about his own desires right now—his own very dark and very forbidden desires. Because surely a woman like her would never agree to—
“Have you changed your mind?” she asked and stepped closer, her enticing scent instantly drugging him.
“Not a chance.” Gabriel reached for her hand and pulled her toward him. “May I undress you?” For some reason, he felt nervous. This was a big step. If she didn’t like what he was about to do, she could still leave him. And he wouldn’t let that happen. No, he’d keep his own dark desire hidden so he wouldn’t frighten her away. Even though he knew exactly what he wanted. The thought of taking Maya from behind with both cocks thrusting into her, one in her sweet pussy, the other in the dark and forbidden passage he suddenly craved, made his erections throb uncontrollably.
“If I can undress you at the same time,” she answered then, interrupting his debauched thoughts.
His hands went to her t-shirt, and slowly he pulled it out of her jeans. When he tugged on it, she lifted her hands over her head and allowed him to free her from it. She wore no bra.
***
Maya felt a whoosh of cold air against her naked breasts and sensed her nipples tighten. Yet she knew it wasn’t the cold air that excited her, it was the way Gabriel looked at her: with barely leashed desire. He was hungry for her, just as hungry as she was for him. The things he’d told her about him and about herself suddenly all made sense.
Her unexplainable fevers, her insatiable need for sex, and her inability to feel satisfied with the men she’d been with. Would that all be different now? Would Gabriel satisfy her?
Maya reached for the buttons of his shirt and eased one by one open, exposing his muscular chest. As soon as she stripped him of it, she went for his jeans. Beneath the denim, the bulge had grown to massive proportions.
Two cocks. She knew instinctively what that meant. What was supposed to happen. He would take her with both of them. The desires she’d never been able to put into words and express finally lay within her grasp. She knew what her body had always craved, yet at the same time her brain had tried to push away. To feel two cocks in her at the same time. Here was Gabriel, part vampire, part satyr, who could give her what she’d never dared to dream about: the sexual satisfaction she’d always craved, the dark desires she’d never allowed herself to voice.
When she eased the top button of his jeans open and slid the zipper down, Gabriel exhaled sharply. With both hands she pushed his pants over his hips, then down his legs where he quickly chucked his boots and stepped out of his jeans.
Maya’s gaze went back to his boxers, which tented in the front. She slid her hands between skin and waistband and pushed the fabric down, finally exposing what she’d wanted for so long. She barely noticed as he freed himself of the boxer shorts and his socks, so fascinated was she by the sight in front of her.
Even when he helped her get out of her own pants and shoes, she could not take her eyes off the sight.
“Gabriel, you’re beautiful,” she whispered, her hands reaching for his cocks. Each of her hands grasped one erect shaft, feeling the smooth skin and the hardness beneath. Their purple heads pumped full with blood, primed to explode, pointed at her, fairly asking for attention.
“Fuck!” he gasped breathlessly. “Baby, you’re robbing me of my control.”
She let a wicked smile curve around her lips as she looked up in his face. “Isn’t that the point?”
“No, the point is for me to satisfy you first.”
Before she could react, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the makeshift bed. He gently lowered her onto it. She stretched her naked body out, appreciating the softness the two blankets underneath her provided.
With one leg braced on the floor, Gabriel lowered his body, one knee wedged between her legs. He began kissing her neck. His lips
trailed along the sensitive skin just below her earlobe, then further down, hovering over her pulse where her neck met her shoulder. He suckled at the spot.
Then his lips traveled south, reaching her breasts and the hard nipples that topped them. He palmed one globe and sucked the tip into his mouth, his moan telling her how much he enjoyed the action. Her body heated under his caress, her core turning to liquid and pooling at the apex of her thighs.
Maya shifted, opening her legs wider to allow his hard shafts to rub against her as she wiggled.
“Getting impatient?” he whispered as he licked leisurely over her breast.
“I want you inside me.”
“I’m not done here,” he claimed and continued torturing her breasts in the most delicious way she’d ever been tortured by a man. His hands kneaded one peak while his mouth suckled on the other almost greedily as if he couldn’t get enough of her.
“You can have more of that later,” she coaxed him, “but right now, just give me what I want.”
He glanced up at her, and his eyes blinked in agreement. “Only because you’re asking so nicely,” he joked.
Gabriel shifted his body, and suddenly his lower cock nudged at the entrance to her moist channel, while his upper cock was poised at her curly triangle. With his finger he touched her folds. “So wet, baby.” Then he dipped into her wetness and spread the moisture over her clit, eliciting a strangled moan from her throat.
But before she could press against his finger, he’d withdrawn his hand. Instead, he guided his upper cock to her clit and rubbed over the now moist button. “Now I’m ready.” His voice was a rough rumble coming deep from within his chest.
The moment he thrust forward, his cock drove deep into her, while the second one slid over her clit, stroking her with perfect pressure. He filled her, stretching her so she could accommodate his size. He felt larger than he’d felt that time in the living room, but maybe it was just the position she found herself in: imprisoned underneath his large body, his thighs rubbing against her, his cocks thrusting in concert with each other.