“A vampire?” She eyed him through the mirror and pursed her lips.
Gabe stepped closer. Her scent was intoxicating. Cold and rain, things that made his wolf snarl. The room felt shaky. “You can see me, can’t you?” Myth, of course, but how would this supposed human know that?
“Faerie? Are you my faerie god mother? Father, I guess?”
She was closer than knew to the secret of Clyde’s. The faeries worked their subtle magic to keep the place inviting to humans and otherworlders alike. But again, she was wrong. “Do I look like a faerie god father to you?” He scoffed.
He was close enough now to put his hands on the counter next to hers. He framed her body with his. Waves of heat boiled off her and he imagined they were directed straight to his core. He pulled her hair to the side to expose her neck.
“I’m thinking vampire again,” she whispered. She let her head fall to the side.
Gabe growled. She wouldn’t know the pose meant submission to his kind. Exposing your sensitive areas signaled trust and respect to the higher ranking pack members. Your life was in their hands, or jaws. The skin throbbed with the beating of her heart. He pushed his nose close to her skin and breathed deep. “You’re wrong again.”
He was no closer to figuring her out, so he let the human identification stand. The desire to change her scent overwhelmed him. He needed to get her home and see all of her. Maybe if he touched all of her, she would smell normal. “Maybe I’ll show you tonight."
She shifted in his arms to face him. Her mouth was close to his, but he wanted to hear her agree to come with him. He could still control himself that much.
His fingers found hers still on the counter and he softly stroked the skin. Her shiver against him made him hard.
“Should we get out of here?” she asked.
Gabriel grabbed her hand and led her out of the bathroom without a word. He weaved them through the crowded bar and out onto the street. More people were steaming toward the entrance, and he avoided them as swiftly as he avoided everyone inside. He needed to get Phoebe back to his place.
Her scent overwhelmed him again when they were tucked into his car. He leaned over and kissed her neck. Another shiver rocked through her and her scent changed. He smiled. He didn’t need to hear her racing heart to know she was aroused. The cold, rainy smell was tinged with a warmth that was all her.
“What do I call you?” She bit her lip.
“Gabe. Gabriel Drago.” He sounded hoarse in his own ears. He glanced sidelong at Phoebe and found her staring at him. Her hands were sandwiched between her thighs. She squeezed them together and shivered again.
He pulled into the garage for a high rise near the city center. He liked being in the thick of things, and feel the throb of the city. Though the only throb he was concerned with at the moment came from his pants.
“Fancy place for a fancy man,” Phoebe said as she gazed out the window.
“I’m not that fancy. Appearances need to be maintained, though."
“Ah. That would explain the perfectly done hair and pressed shirt."
Gabe glanced down at his clothes when he opened the door on her side of the car. “I didn’t think being dressed nicely would count against a guy."
Phoebe laughed softly. “I’m just trying to figure you out. You’re doing well for yourself, whatever you are."
Gabe rocked his hips into Phoebe’s, and pressed her against the car. He swallowed hard at the feel of her body pressing against his erection. He nipped at her neck. “You’ll find out soon enough."
The journey in the elevator took longer than he remembered. Could she have some sort of time dilation powers? He’d never heard of them before, but he wouldn’t rule it out. There were all sorts of creatures in the otherworld. No, he thought, the waiting just made the trip excruciatingly long.
Embarrassment cut through his desire when he flicked on a light. Boxes were piled all over the place. Some were opened to pull out the necessities, but most were still taped closed. “I just never seem to get around to unpacking,” he offered as an explanation.
Chapter Four
Phoebe eyed Gabriel anytime she got the chance, which wasn’t often. He stared at her just as openly as she wished to stare at him. He was exactly her type - at least the type she fantasized about. She never was a skinny girl, and the men she went for usually didn’t go for her. They wanted the blonde girl with hipbones to cut themselves on, and she had more meat on her than she was comfortable with. It was hard to believe she was getting the sort of attention she craved from a man like Gabriel.
But she was believing in magic tonight, wasn’t she?
Phoebe took a deep breath and tried to lock away the years of insecurities. She didn’t have time to overcome them. She had tonight. What mattered was right in front of her, and that was sexy Gabriel Drago.
Phoebe did a quick walk around the living room. She took in all the details. A television was hooked up near the couch, but a box marked “DVDs” sat unopened nearby. She couldn’t spot any pictures or mementos in the sparse apartment. Good, she thought. She didn’t need another sentimental person pining after her when she was gone.
Gabe came up behind her again, and the weight of his hands on her hips sent a zing of electricity through her body. She tilt her head to the side and pressed her ample backside into him.
“Are you going to tell me what you are?” she murmured.
“Later. Right now I need to see you.”
He ushered her past the living room and down the hall into an equally sparse bedroom. Oh, the bed was put together and looked beyond comfy, but there were no items on the dressers or artwork hanging on the walls.
But his hands and lips were a distraction from such things. He wouldn’t stop touching her. A squeeze here, a lingering touch there, it was all too much for Phoebe to concentrate on his oddities. She felt a fire stoking high inside her, and she knew the only one way for it to be satisfied.
She turned into Gabriel’s arms, and his mouth found her neck again. He nibbled on the skin there before planting kisses up her neck and across her jawline. His lips found hers, and Phoebe’s eyes closed as she melted into him.
His lips were soft and insistent. He parted her own with skill, and set his tongue to explore her. His arms wrapped tightly around her, and his hands reached to grab her ass. Phoebe gasped in his mouth. His tongue touched hers, and a wave of warmth tightened her core. The world seemed to fade away as Gabriel Drago kissed stars into her existence.
“I want to see you,” Gabe repeated when he came up for air.
Knowing he wanted her was much different than actually engaging. The moment was upon her and the locked away insecurities seeped back into her bones. She knew every swell and imperfection of her body. She didn’t want Gabriel to see.
“Can we just turn off the lights?” she whispered.
“Never.”
He sounded fierce to her ears, and his hands moved to undress her. Another gentle squeeze on her ass, and then his fingers were playing at the hem of her shirt. He rubbed his way around her curves, slowly inching the fabric up while he continued kissing her neck and lips. The insecurities were pushed back briefly.
Phoebe reached her arms up as Gabriel pulled her top off. He dropped to his knees and kissed her bare sides. His teeth nipped at her skin and she giggled with ticklish instinct. His hands were again working to undress her. Top button gone, then the zipper pulled down, then his industrious fingers were pushing her jeans over her wide hips and thick thighs. Kiss after kiss touched her skin as he pulled the jeans down by inches. The warmth of his kisses banished the chill of the room.
Phoebe covered her stomach with one arm and her breasts with another when Gabriel rose. He clucked his tongue in annoyance.
“No, no, beautiful. I will see you.”
He gently pulled her arms to the side and eyed her up and down. Phoebe couldn’t help but notice the tent growing in his pants. Another wave of warmth flowed through her and she relaxed
. There was nothing to hide with Gabriel. He wasn’t playing some sick joke on her. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him. Magic could exist.
He reached for her again, and she didn’t resist. She still had more clothes to go, and he wanted to see all of her.
Her breasts were set loose, and toppled free of her bra’s restraint. She liked how she looked with them constrained, and knew plenty of girls who wished they had as much to work with as she did. But Gabriel seemed more than thrilled to see the mounds set loose. Phoebe caught him turning away and stuffing a finger into his mouth to help hide a constricted moan, and she grinned.
“You said you wanted to see,” she said coyly.
“You’re more beautiful than I pictured,” he answered.
He placed his hands on her hips again, and slowly rubbed upward. He grabbed a handful of her large tits in both hands and rocked his hips into hers. She gasped as the point of his erection hit right between her legs. The cotton of her panties grew damp.
Phoebe sucked in a breath when Gabriel took one nipple in his mouth. He grazed the point between his teeth, and rolled his tongue over the stiffened peak. Her other nipple he rolled between his thumb and forefinger. Phoebe let her head drop back and enjoyed the touch. A new zing swept through her body and straight to her wet pussy.
Gabe switched his mouth to her other nipple, and let his free hand drop between them. He dragged a finger between her legs and over the cotton panties. “You’re so wet for me already, baby.”
He dropped to his knees again and rolled her panties down the same path as her jeans. Completely bare, Phoebe reveled in his magic touch.
Gabriel slipped his hand between her legs again, feeling the soft curves of her body. He parted her lips to explore her as gently as he explored her mouth. He took his time, and watched a flush creep across Phoebe’s chest and face.
“Please don’t tease me,” Phoebe whimpered.
Gabriel inserted a firm finger into her and Phoebe moaned. She tightened around him. She was begging for more than just a finger.
Phoebe pulled at Gabriel’s shoulders to make him stand. Her mouth met his and she pushed her tongue at him. Her fingers worked frantically at the buttons on his shirt while her tongue tangled with his. With his shirt open, Phoebe ran her hands down his chest. His abs were the type seen on magazine covers, and all hers for the night. She pushed his shirt off his broad shoulders and down thick forearms.
His own hands undid his belt and pants. When her hands found his abs again, she traced down the trail of hair and found him out and ready for her. She wrapped a hand around his rock hard and velvet soft cock. Loose at the base, she tightened her grip as she moved up his shaft. Beautifully straight, she had never seen a man so large. Her fingers barely met around him.
At her second stroke, Gabriel groaned. He pushed at her until she toppled back on the bed. He followed her in a second, poised directly above her. “I can’t wait anymore,” he guided his cock to rest against the entrance of her gleaming wet pussy.
Phoebe bucked her hips against him. She couldn’t wait, either. Just resting his length of heat near her was enough to drive her insane. She felt the first inch of him and shivered. She wrapped her arms around his back.
Gabriel slid inside her, and Phoebe pulled him closer to her body. He eased in slowly, and she felt herself stretching to fit him. A slight, dull uncomfortable feeling turned into pleasure beyond any she’d felt with another man. The warmth of his body extended into his cock, and filled her with even more wanting. Phoebe opened her legs wide for Gabriel, and let him slide in further with each thrust. Each inch took her closer to climax.
“Don’t hold back,” Phoebe whispered into his ear.
***
Gabe growled. His wolf was held in check - but only barely. He loved the feel of Phoebe. Her softness was matched only by the hot and wet that slicked against his cock. He could feel every tremble of her body against him, and it brought him close to the edge.
He pushed her away from him, and bent to smatter kisses along her torso. Kisses soon turned to sucks and bites - but nothing near enough to draw blood. The dull red marks would turn dark with time if he wasn’t careful. He nibbled at her parts while slowing his motions inside her.
His tongue touched her nipple, and she jerked upward against him. The sensitive spot tightened her around him, too, and he choked back a groan.
“You feel amazing,” Phoebe gasped. Her hot breath rolled over his body.
That was all the encouragement Gabe needed. She took his full length and only wanted more. He couldn’t tame himself for much longer. He imagined her taking his thick cock in all manner of ways, but this, now, was what he wanted. He wrapped his hand gently around her throat to hold her down, but not hard enough to limit her breath.
Propped up on one hand, he thrust hard into Phoebe. Her large breasts bounced with the motion and he couldn’t peel his eyes away. Every curve seemed made for his own pleasure, and he would have what he wanted from this woman. He thrust hard into her again and nearly came from her moan.
He rocked himself into her over and over again, enjoying every sound that emerged from her. His eyes flashed for a second before he tamped the wolf down again. She wasn’t ready to see him, and he wasn’t finished with her.
Gabe pawed at her body, and where their flesh met, electric shocks were sent through them both. He felt her tighten in a deliciously squeeze around him. “That’s right, baby. Moan for me,” he groaned into her ear.
He pulled her into his lap, and gripped her hips to move her up and down his slick cock. He looked into her eyes, wanting to see every reaction to the throb of his cock. His hands tangled in her hair, and he breathed in her scent, the smell of their sex. Her soft curves were everything he dreamed of, and he was brought close to his peak.
“Oh God,” Phoebe moaned as he grabbed her hips firmly, his fingers digging into her sides. She reached around him and gripped his back. Her nails dug into the flesh, but it only urged him on.
The heat was building inside them both, and Gabe knew he was almost past his burning point. He thrust into Phoebe, and cried out against her tightening muscles. They crashed together one final time and both let loose with wild cries of pleasure.
Gabe fell back against the bed, and Phoebe rested gently on his chest. He stroked her hair softly while he caught his breath.
The cold, rainy smell still lingered in the air.
Chapter Five
Phoebe rolled off Gabriel. Some small, hateful part of her wondered if she would crush him. She sighed when the heat of his body left her. Turning her head, she saw that he glowed with the absolute satisfaction she felt coursing through her own veins.
Casual sex became her, Phoebe thought. Though she wouldn’t be coming for much longer, the hateful part of her whispered. She scowled inwardly to ward off the bad feelings. She had enjoyed herself too much to let her insecurities come rushing back so soon.
Gabriel made no efforts to move, and had cast an arm over his eyes. She assumed this was the time to make her exit. All booty calls from her books and films seemed to end right after the stellar climax, and the couples parted ways soon after. She’d never been part of something without the structure of a relationship, and felt a little lost. She tried to decide what to do next, how to make a graceful exit, and ended up simply fidgeting next to Gabriel.
When she next looked at him, she found his eyes staring straight into hers. The golden color had mellowed some to a bright hazel, but they still shined when they caught the light. His chest heaved in a large breath, and he frowned.
Gabriel rolled over and straddled her. He pressed his nose into her hair, and down her neck. Phoebe lay still. There was nothing erotic about the motions. What had she waded into?
“You smell wrong,” he said from between her breasts. His nose was still pressed to her skin.
Phoebe squirmed under him, then gave up when he wouldn’t budge. He had muscles, sure, but he held her in place like it took no effort.
“I’m sorry, what? I smell wrong? You sure know how to talk to the ladies."
“Yes. Wrong."
Phoebe froze. If she was believing in magic tonight, could she believe Gabriel could smell her sickness? Her stories of fantastical creatures included strength and enhanced senses. Was Gabriel giving her a clue to what he was?
“What are you?” he asked again, though he didn’t sound like he expected an answer.
“I’m human,” she insisted. She pushed at his shoulders and he still didn’t move off her.
“You should smell like me, now. At least, a combined smell of us since we had sex. But you smell just as strangely as you did at Clyde’s.” Gabriel moved to sit at her side and eyed her up and down.
Phoebe let loose the breath she’d been holding. There was no reason to be dramatic about it. She had accepted her fate as soon as the doctor explained she was too far gone for further treatment. “I’m dying. Maybe that has something to do with it."
Gabriel’s soft lips pursed, then he nodded. “It doesn’t smell like any death I’ve encountered before, but that could be it. You smell cold. And like rain on wet leaves. It’s almost sad, to be honest."
“Yes, death is sad. Can we not talk about it, please?” Phoebe huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. She thought of a lonely grave covered with leaves on a rainy day when he described her scent. She didn’t want to think about how she’d become a forgotten entity in just a few short years.
Gabriel slowly shook his head. “No, not death. Your scent. Your scent makes me sad."
“How can a scent be sad? You can have a sad memory that’s linked to a smell, but the smell itself can’t be sad.” Surely her mother would visit her grave, and her brother, too. She thought of how many times they visited her father’s grave. The number dwindled each year after his passing.
“That’s part of the mystery, I assume.”
“And what about you?” she demanded. “You’re something else, you have something strange going on. My biggest secret is out in the open now. What are you, as you so nicely keep asking me?”
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