Page 183 of Claim Me
We stand there for a while, both of us looking out over the city. Every now and then, I steal almost furtive glances at Gabriel. His perfect abs and those beautifully defined muscles persistently catch my attention. I already want to move on to the next part of the evening, but Gabriel’s expression remains thoughtful and slightly distant. I can’t help wondering what’s on his mind. The visit with his parents, or… maybe still Marcel?
For some reason, on the display hidden inside my glasses, I pull up his photo available online in front of my eyes.
I study his delicate face. He has dark, slightly wavy hair, light blue eyes, and facial features that in some unclear way resemble my own.
Do I really feel jealous that this man occupied Gabriel’s thoughts for a year and a half? Maybe. I reluctantly admit it to myself.
Before Gabriel, I’ve never really experienced jealousy like this, certainly not over a man. I’ve envied other people’s lives and success, but being jealous of some guy I’ve never even seen in person?
And this isn’t even the first time. It happened before, during the whole situation with Benny. It’s absurd. Why am I this insecure? I know perfectly well that now that we’re True Mates, he can’t truly come between us, and yet the emotions are still there, stubbornly alive despite all logic.
I slowly move even closer to Gabriel and stand beside him. I see his hand resting on the windowsill, but I hesitate, unsure whether I should touch it.
I can see a vertical crease forming on his forehead.
For a moment I consider bringing up Marcel’s call one more time, but I decide against it. There’s no point in ruining the mood.
Instead I make a small move with my hand, sliding it over his forearm, and higher to his firm biceps. Gabriel lets out a quiet sigh, and I know my touch means a lot to him.
His skin is perfectly warm. No omega or beta has that kind of heat, it’s reserved for alphas. And it draws me in. So I slowly lean toward him and press a wet kiss near his elbow.
Gabriel turns his head in my direction and his pupils dilate. I lift my other hand and slowly run it along the ridged, washboard-like texture of his abdomen, tracing the raised lines and shallow grooves beneath my fingertips.
Gabriel’s breathing deepens. I press my nose firmer to his shoulder and inhale his scent. I find myself wondering when my sense of smell will sharpen enough to recognize all the undertones of his Allure. Right now, what I catch is faint, something lightly apple-like, maybe close to the blossoms of young apple trees. It’s pleasant in a way that makes me want to follow it, sink into it, but it also keeps slipping away from me. I can’t hold the full spectrum of it yet. Still, what reaches me is already intoxicating, so I close my eyes and let it saturate me.
And… my body reacts to that fragrance with a surprising intensity, something that until recently was completely foreign to me.
Me, burning with desire? It’s a new development. A pleasant wave of contractions rolls down toward my passage which clenches hard and pulses at the thought of him filling me, pressing me into the sheets, making me moan and beg for more.
My pulse spikes. My fingers hook on his waistband in an indecently obvious gesture.
Only then do I open my eyes again and meet his gaze. His pupils are already dilated, eclipsing the green and gold irises.
There’s a kind of pleasure in this moment, right on the edge of what comes next, that suspended second before bodies finally merge in a sensual primal dance. That pause before you bite intoa dessert that’s right in front of you, the scent sweetly playing at your sense of smell.
Touching him feels like mapping the road to pleasure. My lips drift closer to his skin, and I taste it with just the tip of my tongue. Clean, fresh, a young, healthy alpha’s body, my… alpha’s body. Tuned to mine, meant for me by the will of Fate, destined to melt together with me.
Gabriel lifts his hand, unhurried, as if he’s also savoring and enjoying every second of this.
His fingertips dive under my shirt, travel along my side, over my ribs, under my arm, sliding toward my stiff nipples. He lightly pinches one, and sparks shoot through me, spreading across my body and gathering between my thighs, inside my passage.
Small shivers, one after another, like beads rolling over silk, collect there. With them comes moisture, and I feel my petals blooming, preparing for Gabriel.
His hands leave my nipples and move to my waist, gripping it lightly before, with a slow but firm motion, he turns me around so my back faces him. I lower onto my elbows and push my ass back.
A moment later he drops to his knees and hooks his fingers into my boxers. One second and they’re at my ankles, another and his tongue finds its way onto my skin, tracing paths over my ass cheeks, teasing, soft, deliberately provocative. Fuck, so good.
Who would’ve thought touch could feel so perfect.
My petals swell even more, a sensation I rarely knew before and now have become very familiar with. Overwhelming, yet tantalizing. It makes me want to moan loud, and it takes effort to hold myself back, to keep some shred of composure.
Then his tongue intensifies its swirls, circling, flicking, teasing between my petals, and I let out pleading sounds. My elbows shift against the windowsill.
Gabriel’s movements are increasingly skilled, he obviously already knows what I like, the Bond must help with that. He slides his tongue in slow circles around my entrance, constantly brushing my petals, driving me nearly insane. Electric shivers race up my spine.
In a need of more intimate contact, I reach back, brushing his head. Gabriel catches my palm, lacing his fingers with mine. His other hand moves to my nipples, pressed against the cold surface of the marble.
It feels like I’m about to lose control completely. Too many sensations, too many waves of pleasure moving through me like tributaries feeding a vast river, each one adding its drop, lifting me higher.
