Beast, Part Two (The Church #5)

Grieving

chapter Twenty-seven

Summer

“ Ooh, shit,” I hiss as Gabriel reaches a depth inside my walls that has my toes curling.

“Open your eyes,” he grits out behind me.

My eyes pop open. I stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. His large body stands behind me, his long hair draping down his shoulders. The hunger in his eyes as he gazes back at me through the mirror makes my body soften even more for him.

I was at the sink brushing my teeth when Gabriel came into the bathroom, lifted my leg up on the sink, and shoved my panties to the side before sliding into me.

The first night after Priest’s funeral when he climbed in the bed with me and rolled on top of me, I thought it was a rare occurrence. However, lately I can’t keep this man off me. He can look in my direction and get hard. It takes nothing to get him from zero to one hundred.

Gabriel wraps my braids around his hand and yanks my head back to his chest. He then sticks his tongue in my mouth for a sloppy kiss. I suck on his tongue as if it’s his cock. He bites down on my bottom lip, gently pulling a moan from my mouth. He pulls away from the kiss and leans back as he starts to fuck me harder and faster. His pelvis smacking against my ass.

I scream at his deep strokes. My hand pushes against the glass in front of me. He uses one hand to open my ass cheek. With the other hand, he sticks his longest finger in his mouth before pulling it out and pushing it in my ass.

Biting down on my lip, I relax my puckered hole as he moves his digit in and out of me.

“Gabriel,” I whimper. “I’m about to...” I never finish my sentence as I shoot off like a rocket.

He follows behind me, erupting inside me with a loud groan. He pulls out and backs away from me. His cock is soaked in my essence and the two orgasms I’ve had.

Lowering my leg back to the ground, I turn to face Gabriel. He tucks his dick back in his boxers and then takes a seat on the side of the tub. Walking over to him, I stand between his legs. He places his forehead against my belly.

“Better?” I ask, raking my fingers through his long hair.

It took me only a short time to realize this sex isn’t about me. It’s Gabriel’s way of grieving. The moment he starts to think about Priest or more importantly, the day Priest died, he tries to run from the memory with my body.

It’s only a temporary fix. He and I both know it, but I won’t complain. Getting a dick down is never a bad thing. Plus, I will do anything to ease his pain, even if only for a short time.

Gabriel wraps his arms around my thighs, rubbing his hands up and down the bare skin.

“I just can’t get it out of my head. One moment I’m good and the next I see him standing there before Victoria’s gun goes off.”

“Look at me,” I say.

He lifts his head and looks up at me. “It’s going to take time. You lost your father. And unlike the others, you actually witnessed the moment he was taken away from you. It’s normal to replay it in your head, but you can’t let it devour you. Priest wouldn’t want that.”

He grabs my hand and pulls it away from his head and places a kiss on my palm.

“You have been my rock, angel.”

This is the sweetest thing he could have said to me. I love this man, and I love he loves me, but him telling me I’m his rock lets me know that he’s seeing our relationship as something he wants to stick around for. He’s finally seeing me as his partner and not just someone to protect.

“We should shower and head to the dining room.” He stands and I take a step back.

“You just want to fuck again,” I joke.

He looks at me and smirks. “Maybe.”

We have another quick round in the shower before getting dressed. After dressing, we make our way into the dining room after grabbing some of Malia’s blueberry muffins.

“Morning, everyone,” I say.

Hawk and Brooklyn are here, along with Many, Ari, Fem, Maksim, Zel and Kyra.

“Morning,” they all repeat in unison.

I take a seat across from Ari. Gabriel goes over to Maksim and Albany who are standing in front of the whiteboard. Not long after, Lucien and Malia walk into the room. Malia takes a seat beside me while Lucien goes over to the laptop near the head of the table.

“Still no word from Seth,” I lean over and whisper to Malia.

We have not seen or heard from Seth since the day in that hospital room. Yes, I know technically Seth and Lucien are the same person, but I’m still used to seeing Seth walk around the house.

Malia shakes her head. “I’m starting to get worried. Lucien keeps telling me to not stress, it isn’t good for the baby, but this isn’t like Seth.”

“Is there a possibility he won’t come back?”

Malia explained that something traumatic happened to Lucien when he was a kid and that’s how Seth was born. She didn’t tell me what exactly happened, and I didn’t need to know.

She looks at me and her brown eyes turn down. “I hope not. I love Lucien and he is more than enough for me, but I don’t think I could live without Seth.”

It sounded crazy, but I understood what she meant. Seth was an entirely different person from Lucien. She loved them both.

“Hopefully, he isn’t gone forever, and he’ll come back.”

She smiles weakly as she turns to look at a disheveled Lucien. “I sure hope so.”

“All right,” Fem says. “We’re all here.”

I was glad that they started to allow us to sit in at these meetings. They took our opinions and input to heart. I finally felt as if I was truly contributing. It was my suggestion to hack into Zeke’s security system to do the subliminal messages. I told them about one of the therapy sessions we had in rehab.

“What’s D.O. E’s report?” Fem asks the beautiful dark-skinned girl with the gray eyes.

Kyra taps at something on her tablet before the large computer monitor in the front of the room comes to life. There is a world map up and is covered in about fifty or so red dots.

“These are all the properties Corbyn owns.”

“Damn,” Zel says. “That’s a lot of homes to destroy.”

Kyra laughs. “We have our work cut out for us. As soon as we can eliminate these, Lucien and I will focus on those two unknown properties.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Fem says getting our attention back. “Who are we going after next, Maksim?”

Maksim turns to the whiteboard, already there is a slash mark through Zeke’s name. It’s been four days since they killed Zeke.

“I think we should hit Archie next.”

“Tell us about him.” Hawk says.

Maksim sighs. “Archie is smart. He won’t easily fall for a trap, but he does have one weakness. He’s a bit of a ladies’ man. He’s always on the haunt for warm pussy.”

“That should be easy. We could get someone from D.O.E to lure him to a dark alley and kill him,” Ari suggests.

“I doubt it will be that simple,” Fem replies. “He’s Corbyn’s son. Which means he’s rich, entitled, and white. Not only is he going to have a type, but he’s going to be hard to corner.”

“So, what do you suggest?” I ask.

She turns to Kyra. “I may need some help from D.O.E but leave Archie to me.”