Apparently, she thinks she’s got a chance now. Not sure what I did to get her hopes up. I barely even acknowledged her all night. Need to be more careful in the future.
The blushing waitress stood far too close, with one stocking-clad leg brushing against his thigh.
“Hey, little girl,” Reyna said, her voice filled with an intense hostility that caused the taller human to flinch.
Naturally, she pressed closer to Gabriel.
“Relax, I’m trying to help ya, you big-breasted floozy,” Reyna muttered while glaring at the waitress’ rather average bust. “You really don’t want any part of him, he’s got a huge fucking schlong and can’t control his strength. Didn’t you see the other two head up to get ready?”
Speechless, Gabriel stared at his drinking companion. The teenager shivered against him, but she still hadn’t backed away.
“That freakishly huge hottie needs the other one to get her ready. Otherwise, he’d split her in half,” Reyna continued.
“Uh, um… okay?” the terrified woman whispered.
“Now that we’ve got that all cleared up, would you mind getting us another round of drinks?” the petite lycan asked, her voice now polite and jovial.
“Yeah, I’ll get right on that!” the waitress said, then raced away.
“Was that really necessary?” Gabriel asked, finally able to talk again.
Reyna smirked at him. “Course it was. You’re way too naïve to handle all the attention you seem to be getting. How the hells aren’t you used to bitches throwing themselves at you already?”
“I haven’t had a lot of experience with that until very recently.”
She blinked. “Seriously? With all those bulging muscles and that sculpted face? You’re not my type, and yet even I can see why the randy little thing wanted a piece of you.”
He felt his face heat at her intense stare. “It’s another topic for when we’re on the road,” he said. He was not entirely comfortable revealing anything about his history or Merideva to her. Especially in the crowded room.
Reyna shrugged and slouched back against the wall. “Whatever, here come the drinks.”
The red-faced waitress delivered four large mugs of dark ale before she ran away again.
Guess she didn’t realize Cindra and Sthuza are done.
Reyna grinned and took one, then immediately downed half the rich gnomish brew before she came up for air.
“Come on, ya lightweight,” she said. “We both know you’re gonna go up there and fuck their brains out soon enough. Till then, you can at least keep me company; it’s rude to ignore your guests.”
Reluctantly, and deeply uncomfortable with being lectured on manners by the pint-sized lycan, Gabriel grabbed a mug and started to catch up.
They finished all four drinks, and his Prime still hadn’t returned to collect him. Then Reyna flagged Mrs. Spaulding down and ordered another two rounds each.
Given how comfortably the tiny werebadger drank, and how much she’d handled the night before, he was a little surprised when she quickly seemed to get drunk.
Red-faced, Reyna staggered out of her seat and flopped down on the bench next to him. She pulled out the baron’s S-Crystal and played with it for a few minutes.
She leaned forward, mumbled something, and then scooted closer to Gabriel.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He would never have heard it if not for his enhanced senses.
“For what?”
Her blond head ducked lower, and she turned away from him, then muttered something inaudible.
Gabriel sighed and put a hand on her small shoulder, which caused her to flinch. “Reyna, I can’t understand if you look away and mumble.”
She breathed out forcefully. “Yeah, fine.”
He waited for several seconds as she sat there silently.
“Reyna?”
“Thank you for helping me get that shit-eating dickbag,” she whispered.
“You don’t need to thank me. I can’t stand people who abuse their power like that. Besides, he tried to ruin my life too,” Gabriel replied. He wasn’t sure how to deal with the lycan’s suddenly submissive behavior.
It didn’t last long.
“Why the fuck you gotta deflect from my fucking apology, you gods-damned fuck-monkey!” she yelled. Every head in the tavern turned to stare at her outburst.
Reyna glared at him, her face bright red.
“Uh, sorry?” he said while trying not to laugh.
She held the glare for as long as she could, but a grin spread across her face, and she snickered. “Asshole! You realize you’re apologizing for ruining my apology, right?”
Gabriel grinned. “Sorry about that,” he said, sounding completely insincere. After a short pause, they both started to laugh.
Maybe we’ve had too much to drink.
Feeling pleasantly warm, he wrapped one arm around the tiny woman’s shoulders and held her for a minute.
“You’re welcome, Reyna. Hope it provides the relief you were seeking,” he said quietly. He looked away to give her privacy when a few tears slid down her face.
She swallowed audibly, and leaned against his chest, snuggling closer and sniffling.
“Thanks,” she whispered.
They sat there for several minutes; neither talked nor moved until she finally stirred and wiped at her eyes, grumbling in annoyance. “I think some of that dog’s fur was on your armor. It’s scratching my face.”
He stayed silent and nodded in response.
After muttering about something in her eyes several times, she sat up slowly. “I know I’m a crude bitch, but I am grateful, Gabriel. I promise I’ll help you and your women find that elf and her friends.”
This time it was his turn to choke up.
That was by far the most words she’s said without insulting someone.
Moved by the sincerity in her voice, he gave her shoulder one last squeeze, then released her.
She quickly stood up and announced that she was going to bed.
He gave her enough time to get up the stairs before exhaling a long breath and pushing away from the table.
“Oh crap, I forgot about paying for dinner.”
“I said I was coming back, Master,” Sthuza replied. Gabriel turned around, and she waved to him.
She sat on a bench behind him and looked like she’d been there for a while.
Gabriel gulped. “Uh, hello, Sthuza, how long have you been there?” he asked with a guilty grin.
“Relax, Master, there is no reason to feel embarrassed,” she said, sounding oddly amused.
He chuckled. “True I suppose, it’s just all a bit weird right now. The three of you have me feeling pretty confused at the moment,” he said.
Her grin broadened. “As females, is that not one of our main purposes? To confound and confuse our males?”
Her smug expression made him laugh. “Hope that’s not true. Because any one of you would be too much for one man to handle.”
Sthuza giggled and stood up, then beckoned him to join her. “Come now, Master, it is time for both of us to face the consequences of your actions.”
“Wait, what?” he gasped as the sudden shift.
“You need to return to our room and deal with the fur rug in there, while I go and check on your surly pet.”
“Okay.” Not sure I’d consider Reyna a pet, but whatever.
He escorted the disguised gorgon to the second floor, where she split off, and he headed up to their room.
“Just relax and enjoy yourself, Master, I have already discussed everything with her,” Sthuza called out as he reached the top of the stairs.
“Right, just relax and enjoy myself… Cindra’s going to rip me in half, isn’t she?” he whispered, then let out a crazed laugh.
He made the trip to their room without paying attention and soon found himself staring at the wooden door in fear.
And arousal.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Gab
riel pushed the door and swallowed when it opened without issue.
Why are you scared? There’s a beautiful woman inside that wants you…
He shook his head to drive out his less-than-helpful thoughts and entered their room.
Then he spotted Cindra seated demurely on the leftmost bed and froze. She wore an elaborate set of white lingerie, which revealed tantalizing stretches of her beautiful gray skin and soft fur. The thin fabric covered much of her, but that only served to enhance her stunning sensuality.
Where did Sthuza get clothes like that for her? The nightgown she wore last time was stretched too tight, but this looks like it was fitted just for Cindra. There’s no way a shop in town would have anything large enough for her.
His breath caught in his throat as the muscular monster girl glanced up at him.
Luminous blue eyes peeked out through long lashes as she watched him enter, but she wouldn’t meet his gaze. Her already large breasts were somehow more pronounced now, and her chest visibly rose and fell, which caused them to strain at the stunning white lace that barely contained them.
Can’t conceal her nipples, apparently.
His eyes were drawn to the twin blue points pressed against the silk fabric. He barely noticed the subtle runes stitched into the skimpy outfit.
Guess that means she’s wearing enchanted lingerie. What kind of perverted caster would spend so much power on such a thing? Of course, any bra capable of holding those beauties would probably have to be enchanted.
Once Gabriel got over the shock of her enchanted undergarments, he resumed breathing and looked the unmoving hellhound over more thoroughly.
Her long legs were partially concealed, their sleek muscles hugged by thigh-high white stockings. From the tops of those, thin straps reached up under the very sheer negligee she wore and connected to a garter belt that highlighted the lean definition of her stomach.
The sheer fabric hanging from her powerful shoulders did nothing to conceal her muscular form, but its soft, sensual styling emphasized her feminine beauty.
Gabriel tried to work some moisture back into his suddenly dry mouth as he stared at the gorgeous hellhound.
She shifted nervously. “Do you like, Packm… Gabriel?” she asked quietly, and her rich voice was tinged with doubt.
He blinked, then nodded. No words came out the first time he tried to talk, so he swallowed hard and tried again.
“Yes, Cindra, I like very much,” he said. “But you don’t need to act like someone else for me. Just be yourself.”
She finally met his gaze. Her large eyes stared into his, and she shivered slightly. “Cin… I want you to see me as a female,” she declared.
Gabriel grinned. “You silly hellhound, there’s no way I could ever forget that you’re an amazing woman.”
She looked down again, and one silk-sleeved arm crossed her massive bust shyly for a moment. “You don’t have to mate with Cindra if you don’t want to, Packmaster.”
A fist clenched around his heart at her dejected tone.
She must have some mental baggage too. Definitely need to make my feelings more clear.
He didn’t answer her. Instead, he stepped across the room and climbed onto the bed. She turned to face him when he placed a hand on her warm cheek.
Up close, her blue eyes blazed with an unquenchable heat. Gabriel brushed stray locks of hair from her face, then leaned in and kissed her just as she opened her mouth to speak.
Her already large eyes widened impossibly for a second before they snapped shut, and she whimpered into his mouth. Cindra wrapped her silk-sleeved arms around him and crushed him against her breasts as their kiss deepened.
Gabriel had learned from their previous encounters, so he’d filled his lungs first. That left him better prepared when her prodigious tongue invaded his mouth and grappled frantically with his.
Cindra’s smoky cinnamon flavor rushed in with it, drowning his taste buds in spicy sweetness.
If not for her awkward position, she would no doubt have already tackled him to the bed—or the floor. As it was, she wasn’t able to get the leverage needed with her legs tucked beneath her. Not that she wasn’t trying to smother him.
Gabriel reveled in the pleasure of kissing her. He lost himself for several minutes and memorized her taste and the feel of her body against his.
Cindra clearly didn’t mind, but he knew what she really wanted—and why Sthuza had arranged this.
Reluctantly, he pulled back. He brought both hands up and gripped Cindra’s shoulders to keep her from pursuing him. “Relax, Cindra. We can’t mate if I’m wearing all this clothing. This armor is in the way, and I want to feel every inch of you pressed against my bare skin.”
She’d been struggling to restart their kiss until he spoke. Then her eyes flared brighter, and she started pawing at his gambeson.
Because of her hands roaming over him, it took several times longer to strip the thick coat and his clothes off than it would have without her help. Before long, he was down to his underwear in front of the statuesque monster girl—who panted with need.
The moment Gabriel knelt back on the bed, Cindra leapt at him. She knocked him onto his back, and the bed creaked. Her hot lips found his as she straddled his hips and quickly picked up where they’d left off.
Not wanting to make her doubt his interest, he let her set the pace. He was content to savor her kisses and caress the firm muscles of her perfectly proportioned body.
Now here’s a reason to be grateful Meri boosted my body instead of my mind. Pretty sure Cindra would have crushed me otherwise. I don’t think she’s even aware she’s sitting on me.
Gabriel traced his hands down her lean back to her sexy panties, and he felt across the silk fabric until he reached her tight ass. Mouth still filled with her aggressive tongue, he grasped her firm, round buttocks and squeezed.
That caused Cindra to break their kiss. She brushed her crotch against his rock-hard arousal and stared down at him.
Gabriel could feel her wetness grow, and Cindra seemed to only now notice his erection.
She closed her eyes and whimpered while she rhythmically rubbed herself against him. Her hands rose to cup and tease her lace-covered breasts.
Smiling at Cindra’s unrestrained passion, he kneaded her butt as she continued to rock against him, lost in her own little world.
I really don’t want to finish like this, but I don’t have the heart to interrupt her.
Gabriel struggled to resist the stimulation of her hot slit grinding against his erect member and soaking his underwear.
After a few minutes of watching her beautiful body gyrate above him, he flinched when she froze. Cindra threw her head back, a guttural howl burst forth, and her entire body quivered.
His aching arousal begged for relief, but he pulled back from the edge as his bonded slowly relaxed after her shuddering release.
Her head tilted down, and her eyes opened drowsily. Those fiery blue orbs blinked at Gabriel.
He smiled up at her, and the flush of her cheeks darkened further. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words emerged.
“Relax, Cindra, my bonded,” Gabriel said quietly. He reached a hand up to stroke her gray cheek and drew her gaze back to him.
She shifted her hips and dragged her soaked, panty-clad nethers across his throbbing manhood. Her charcoal-gray lips drooped into a frown. “Sorry, Packmaster, I forgot.”
“Shh, it’s all right. Did you enjoy that?” Gabriel asked with a grin.
The hellhound blushed further, her cheeks almost as dark as her lips but nodded her head shyly. “Yes, Packmaster.”
“You called me Gabriel earlier, didn’t you? Care to try that again?”
“That was mostly Lady Snakes’ idea,” she confessed.
“Does that mean you don’t want to? Even just here, while we’re alone in bed?”
She glanced away from him, rubbed against him again, then shook her head slightly.
“Rather not. B
ut maybe Cindra could call you something else. Maybe? Snakey said Packmaster would like to hear it,” she whispered.
He grinned up at her. “Oh yeah, what’s that?”
“She said Cindra could call you her mate, but I messed up, and we didn’t mate,” the monster girl muttered.
Gabriel chuckled. That caused the already distraught hellhound to flinch back.
“Relax,” he said. He reached up to Cindra and cupped her face with both hands.
“Packmaster?” she asked hesitantly.
“Do you still want to mate?”
She nodded her head vigorously, which sent another enticing tremor down her firm body. “Cindra wants to mate lots!”
“Well then, we’ll do just that,” Gabriel replied with a grin.
She frowned. “Cindra already blew it. Mother said males can only make you feel good once. Then they have to wait a really long time before going again.”
Her mother must have glossed over some details.
“And Cindra wasted Packmaster’s one go without getting your seed in me,” she whined, then wrapped her muscular arms about herself.
“I think you’ve misunderstood a few things there, Cindra. But if you’d like, maybe I can help clear them up for you?”
Her glowing eyes brightened, and she nodded so eagerly she bounced on his hips. When the bed creaked, he felt a moment’s worry that it might break beneath them.
“Then you should roll over onto your back, and we can mate properly.”
The words were hardly out of his mouth before Cindra flexed, the powerful muscles along her body tensing. He blinked in surprise as she flipped them over, and he was suddenly lying on top of her.
Well, that works.
He was still hard as iron, and he quickly peeled off his damp underwear, freeing his member. Cindra’s eyes locked on it, and he couldn’t resist a slight rush at her enthralled expression.
I know what she said earlier, but I wasn’t sure I’d measure up for her. Not if she’s used to male hellhounds.
She was trying to wiggle her way out of the sexy, strap-ridden outfit, and he could see her aggravation getting the better of her.
That looks too nice to let her destroy it. Doubt it would do her any favors with Sthuza either.
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