Gabriel's Mate

by Folsom, Tina

  Maya closed her eyes and sighed. When he slid his hand along her crack, her ass arched toward him, opening herself up to him. Helped by the lubrication, his finger ran smoothly down the incline until he reached the tight ring of muscle that guarded the entrance to her dark portal. He heard her suck in a breath when his finger lingered there.

  Slowly he circled the bud, spreading the lubricant.

  The thought of breaching the gate to this dark cave, made his body pump more blood into his cocks. He looked down at himself, where his twin cocks stood erect, eager to impale her. Ahead were previously unknown pleasures, and he felt nervousness creep into his skin. He didn’t want to hurt her. “I’ve never done this before.”

  “Neither have I,” she confessed.

  With barely noticeable pressure, he probed her dark hole and felt her ease toward him. The tip of his finger slipped past the tight muscle, gripping his digit tightly.

  A low moan came from Maya, and he could only echo it. Never in his life had he felt anything this tight. Maya’s pussy had gripped him like a snug glove, but the knowledge that she would soon squeeze him even tighter left him breathless. He wouldn’t last. His cock would not survive this delight for longer than ten seconds. And maybe it was good that way – he wouldn’t subject her to this ordeal for too long. He still didn’t believe that she really wanted this as much as he did. More likely she allowed him this dark treat because she wanted him and wouldn’t deny him.

  He drove his finger deeper into her, giving her time to adjust to the invasion.

  “More,” she whispered, her voice clouded with passion, hoarse. Her encouragement eradicated his worry that she was hurting, and he slid deeper until his finger was lodged inside her as far as it would go. Then slowly he eased back out, took another dollop of lubrication and pressed back in.

  Now Maya was panting heavily, her hips flexing, forcing him inside her faster than before. “Yes!”

  Her enthusiasm wasn’t lost on him. Did she actually like this? His heart swelled as she fell into a rhythm, alternatively pushing her ass back, then pulling forward, so his finger would thrust back and forth inside her. When he recognized that she wanted more, he took charge and finger-fucked her pretty ass the way she demanded it: with long, deep strokes that increased in speed as her breathing became short and shallow.

  When she demanded more, he eased a second finger into her, stretching her wider. He couldn’t tear himself away from the erotic sight. As his fingers disappeared inside her dark portal, his own heart reached a fever pitch, his cocks oozed pre-cum in anticipation, and his entire body tingled pleasantly.

  But he couldn’t wait any longer. He shifted and knelt behind her between her spread thighs. “Get on your hands and knees,” he coaxed her and slipped his fingers out of her before he pulled her ass into his groin.

  Gabriel once again helped himself to the lubricant and spread it over his upper cock, before he placed it at her entrance. His lower cock was already poised at her pussy, ready to enter her. Her honey teased the head of his hard shaft, promising him pleasure beyond his wildest imagination.

  With one hand he held onto her hip, with the other he guided his cock as he pressed forward. Almost without effort his tip disappeared inside her, pushing past the tight ring.

  “Oh God,” she panted.

  “Too much?” He was ready to pull out if he caused her pain.

  She merely shook her head and eased back toward him, taking him deeper. His lower cock slipped inside her pussy without resistance while his upper one pressed forward. Inside her, he could feel both his cocks rub against the thin membrane between her two channels.

  “Oh, fuck!” He couldn’t stop himself from cursing at the intense pleasure that spread in his body. Before he knew what he was doing, he thrust forward, seating himself in her to the hilt. The way her body gripped him, squeezed him, he almost lost control right there. Nothing had ever felt this perfect in his long life. No other pleasure had ever been this intense. If he died right now, he’d die a happy man.

  When Maya wiggled beneath him, obviously to entice him to move, he held onto her hips. “Baby, give me a second, or I’ll lose it.”

  She chuckled.

  “Go ahead, make fun of me,” he teased. “Just wait until you’re at the receiving end.”

  “I am at the receiving end,” she pointed out.

  The distraction her little joke provided helped him gain his composure. “Let’s see to it then.” Gabriel pulled back, dislodging his cocks but for their heads, before he plunged back in. As he found his rhythm and rode her hard, he marveled at the perfect fit of their bodies.

  She was truly made for him, her pussy accommodating him in the most perfect way, and her tight ass squeezing him in a way that kept him right at the edge.

  The sounds of pleasure coming over her lips warmed his heart and filled him with pride. He was doing this. He was giving her pleasure. It was all he could think of. Never had he ridden any woman this hard, this fast, this ferociously. But he was no longer afraid of hurting her. Maya was both a satyr and a vampire, with a body nearly as strong as his, a body built to accommodate him and please him to no end.

  For the first time, he silently thanked the circumstances that had brought them together. Even though what had happened to her was horrible, Gabriel knew it was fate. And he would do anything in his power to make her happy so she would never have to regret her new life. He would give her anything she could ever want.

  “I love you,” he whispered and plunged deeper. “My wife, my mate, my love.”

  In his eyes she was already his. The bonding ritual would be only a formality – though a very pleasant and arousing formality.

  “Gabriel,” she called out before her body suddenly spasmed, her muscles tightening around him. He sensed her orgasm as if he was already bonded to her, felt the waves travel through every cell of her body until they hit him and took him with her. His cocks jerked in unison, pumping hot spurts of seed into her as he came like an exploding volcano, his climax taking over his entire body, sending shockwaves through him that no atomic bomb could produce. His vision blurred and his mind went blank as he felt his body turn weightless like floating in space.

  When he collapsed onto her, he barely had enough strength left in him to roll himself to the side and take her with him so she wouldn’t suffer under his weight. For several moments he couldn’t speak, could only catch his breath.

  He slipped his hand onto her breast and felt her heart beat as frantically as his. Maya’s hand came up and her fingers intertwined with his. She turned her head, and he looked into the eyes of a truly sated woman. It was a look he wanted her to wear every day of their lives together.

  A soft brush of his lips against hers was all he could manage. He had no words to describe what he felt, but when he locked eyes with her, he knew she understood. They were one.

  Thirty-four

  Maya woke to find Gabriel looking at her, his head propped up on his hand. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

  “You needed to rest.”

  “What I need is a kiss,” she teased and pulled his head toward her.

  He gave into her willingly and she captured his lips with hers. She slid her tongue over the seam of his lips and he parted them with a sigh. His tongue met hers and they danced.

  “Hmm, if you kiss me like that every day, I’ll be a very happy man indeed.”

  She smiled and ran her fingers along his scar. “And if you make love to me every day like you did, I’ll be a very happy woman.”

  “So you’re okay with making love the satyr way?”

  “Are you fishing for compliments?”

  He chuckled and she’d never seen him so carefree. “What if I am?”

  “I guess then I’ll have to tell you the truth.” Maya felt him stiffen as if he was expecting bad news. “I understand now why there was always something missing in my sex life. I was never truly satisfied. Something was always lack
ing. As a satyr I need what you’re giving me. No other man but you could ever make me feel whole.”

  She loved the smile that spread over his face as he took in her words.

  His lips were firm and warm when he pressed them against her mouth. But before she could lean into him, he’d pulled back. “And speaking of what I can give you, you need to feed.”

  Maya sat up. She was hungry, but she couldn’t feed from him, not now. “No, Gabriel. We have no human blood here, and if I feed from you, it will weaken you.”

  “It’s alright,” he insisted and pulled her toward him.

  “No. It’s not. When we walk out of here, you need to be strong. We don’t know what to expect. If I weaken you now, I might put both of us in danger.”

  He nodded and sat up next to her. She could tell he didn’t like it, but she also recognized that he understood her reasoning.

  She touched his cheek. “I love feeding from you. You have no idea how much. It’s as if I become one with you.”

  The warmth in his eyes told her he felt the same way. “Soon, then, because I miss it.”

  Her heart made a somersault at his words.

  Gabriel’s eyes drifted away from her and toward the clock above the desk. She followed his gaze. “It’ll be sunset soon. We have to prepare.”

  * * *

  The fog blanketed the wooded area as they left the safety of their shelter behind. Maya shivered when the crisp night air touched her warm skin. She hadn’t even noticed how much her body had warmed in Gabriel’s arms, but the contrast was palpable now.

  p. They didn’t speak in order not to attract any attention should Ricky be near. With her hand resting in Gabriel’s large palm, they walked away from the bomb shelter in measured steps, careful not to step on any twigs that might snap and give their position away.

  Had she not been so tense and worried about the situation, Maya would have marveled at her night vision. She could see everything as clear as by day – except that not even her night vision could penetrate the dense San Francisco fog. She hoped this also meant that no other vampire could detect them through the thick mist either. For once she was glad for the fog that plagued San Francisco every summer. At least it provided cover if the night didn’t.

  She breathed evenly, telling herself that the place where she had smashed Gabriel’s phone was far enough away for Ricky to have lost their trail some fourteen hours earlier. And besides, he would have had to find shelter during the day himself and had hopefully had to leave the area in a hurry.

  Maya listened to the sounds of the night, but all she could hear was her own heartbeat and Gabriel’s breathing. She glanced at him from the side and noticed the hard lines around his mouth, his eyes scanning the area around them constantly. She remembered that he’d told her once that he’d started out as a bodyguard, and she was glad for this knowledge now. It gave her confidence. Not that she thought Gabriel wouldn’t do everything to keep her safe, but knowing he had the right skills to do so put her mind at relative ease.

  A squeeze by his hand and a nod of his head indicated that he wanted to change direction. She followed without hesitation. In fact, she would follow him anywhere, even to New York, a city she detested. But if he needed to return there, she would go with him.

  Maya tried to keep her eyes focused on the path ahead, but her mind wandered. Too many things had happened to her in the last few hours.

  Gabriel’s revelation that they were both satyr had stunned her, but she didn’t question it. In the last week she’d learned that no matter how outrageous a claim, if it came from Gabriel she could trust in it being true. And it all made sense now. The emptiness she’d always felt during sex had been taken away by complete and utter satisfaction when Gabriel had taken her the satyr way. She’d never felt more complete in her life. If she’d ever had any doubts as to whether she was satyr, that single act had wiped them from her mind.

  The woods seemed to grow more dense as their march progressed.

  She knew they were going east toward the botanical gardens and the tennis courts, but her sense of distance was lacking. She realized Gabriel was avoiding the well-used footpaths and had instead opted to continue through the forested areas where the trees would provide some cover.

  In the distance, Maya saw a white structure and as they neared it she recognized it as the Victorian era Conservatory of Flowers that housed a vast number of exotic plants. A small gift shop and cashiers hut stood several yards separated from the main structure. Everything was quiet.

  Gabriel pointed toward the cashiers hut, indicating it was their destination. She nodded. They crossed the open space, and she felt herself tensing. Despite the thick fog, they would be on display and their dark shadows would be visible. Maya couldn’t help but look over her shoulder, and she noticed Gabriel do the same. Her hands felt clammy, and her heart beat faster than before.

  At the hut, Gabriel pressed his face to the glass and peered inside.

  “There’s a phone,” he said sotto voce. “Can you open the door from the inside?”

  She understood. They could have smashed the glass, but the noise would attract Ricky if he was in the vicinity, or any human who was out walking their dog. Maya concentrated, closing her eyes and imagining the deadlock turning. She heard a click. She was getting good at this.

  A moment later, Gabriel tried the door and it swung open. He eased inside the small structure and pulled her with him, closing the door silently behind them.

  When he lifted the receiver and dialed, each key seemed to echo loudly in the small space. She hoped it was only her own senses that amplified the sound. She heard one ring, then a faint voice on the other end.

  “Yes?”

  “Amaury, it’s Gabriel.” Gabriel’s voice was barely audible.

  “Thank God.”

  “We’re at the glasshouse in Golden Gate Park. Maya is with me.

  Come and get us. Be careful, Ricky tracked us to the park.”

  “Five minutes.”

  The call disconnected and Gabriel turned to her, pulling her into his arms before lowering his lips to her ear. “Can you get us into the glasshouse? We’ll have more places to hide in there.”

  She nodded.

  The Conservatory was a large structure made entirely of glass and steel. The steel had been painted white and was curved to create a dome the length of a baseball field. A coppola graced the center of the building, reminding her of the coppola of City Hall that was of a similar form.

  Gaining entry to it was as easy as unlocking the door to the hut had been. Maya was grateful for the skill she had been bestowed, and while mind control would have been a neat skill to have, this one proved to be more practical and useful at present.

  She inhaled the scent of the plants in the tropically warm hothouse.

  The smells overpowered her senses, the pollen so strong and fragrant, she could barely scent Gabriel next to her. It was as if the flowers blocked out everything else.

  The window panes had let in the sun during the day and the large halls had heated up. Even now at night, the structure retained most of its warmth. Maya looked around, noticing the walking paths that had been constructed between the large plant beds. Little boards were erected next to each plant species, explaining their name and origin.

  Gabriel’s arms snaked around her from behind, and for a second it startled her. But he pulled her against his chest and simply kissed her neck. “I can hardly wait to make you my wife,” he murmured against her skin. He nibbled on her earlobe and Maya let herself melt into him.

  She moaned at the pleasure he gave her with a simple touch. “Don’t make me wait too long. I’ve never liked the idea of a long engagement.”

  “Two, three days tops,” he agreed. “Once this is all over and Ricky is dealt with.”

  “You shouldn’t make her promises you can’t keep.”

  The voice sliced through her like a knife. Gabriel released her and pushed her
halfway behind his large frame. She’d never seen him move this fast. Ricky emerged from the shadow of a large fern. She hadn’t heard any sound of him entering the glasshouse. Nor smelled him. Even now that she focused on him, all she could smell were the exotic flowers around her.

  Gabriel’s stance instantly changed, and she could see how he readied himself for a fight. His hand suddenly held a stake. She hadn’t even seen when he’d pulled it from his coat where he must have hidden it.

  “I always keep my promises,” Gabriel replied, his voice tight. “The one I made last night was to kill you.”

  Before she could stop Gabriel, he launched himself at Ricky. His large frame crashed into the slightly shorter vampire, knocking Ricky off balance. But before Gabriel could land his stake, Ricky had rolled to the side and jumped up. She hadn’t figured him to be this agile.

  Gabriel swiveled in the blink of an eye and growled low and dark.

  His fangs had pushed through, and Maya could clearly see them almost as if glowing in the dark. His scar seemed to throb.

  With one step, Gabriel was again lunging for his opponent, his powerful arms landing a blow against his side. But it wasn’t enough.

  Ricky’s leg kicked out a second later, powering into Gabriel’s left thigh, unbalancing him. For an instant, Gabriel tumbled sideways, but the branch of a bush next to him provided him with enough support to right himself again.

  But the strike had cost him. Ricky’s next kick landed in Gabriel’s stomach, knocking him into the dirt behind him. Gabriel rolled and jumped up the second he hit the earthen flowerbed. For a large man like him he was surprisingly flexible.

  “Shit!” Gabriel cursed, and a second later she realized that he’d lost his stake. Maya gasped when she saw Ricky lunge for him.

  Ricky’s head snapped in her direction, and within a split-second he changed tracks and jumped onto a railing surrounding the flowerbed.

  That’s when she saw the rope. It hung from one of the beams above the plant bed. Ricky had seen it too and now grabbed it. As he held onto the rope, Ricky kicked against the stem of a small palm behind him and catapulted himself into her direction. Maya tried to sidestep him, but she wasn’t fast enough. Ricky’s arm swung out as he closed in on her, and he knocked her off her feet in one clean swoop.