Nightmares at Everglade Falls

14. Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Gabriel

She is still in my arms, her green eyes locked on mine, and her body pressed against me. I lift my right hand from her waist and gently caress her cheek.

She blinks her beautiful eyes at me, and my breath hitches.

Somehow, she pulls me even closer with one hand and uses the other to brush my hair.

Then she bites her lip and whispers, “Kiss me, please.”

Her plea slides through me, settling in my cock.

And just like that, all my thoughts fly out of my head.

I lean down and place a kiss on the corner of her mouth.

“Are you sure, Ophelia?”

This causes her to pause. “We shouldn’t. You are engaged to…”

“It's over. We broke up. So, if you want this…” I study her green eyes.

“Fuck yes! Please,” she moans back, and so I oblige her.

The touch of my lips on hers is explosive. She immediately closes her eyes and opens her mouth to let me in.

She's pressed against me, and I can feel every inch of her body molding to mine.

She surrenders to the kiss, meeting me beat for beat, lick for lick.

I should not want this, want her when she is still recovering from the ordeal, but I cannot stop myself.

I need her.

When she moans in my mouth, I feel my heart threaten to burst in my chest.

I lift her, and she wraps her long legs around me.

I love having her in this position.

I walk to her writing desk. I kiss her neck and the bit of skin showing on her collarbone and her wrists, and then I kneel.

“Damn,” she sighs as she leans on her arms to watch me, “I do love the sight of you kneeling before me.”

“Brat,” I smile up at her.

I knead her arches one after the other, and she lets out a long sigh. “That feels so freaking good.”

I want to make her feel good, with my mouth, with my tongue, with my cock. This is a great place to start.

“I know sweetheart .”

She leans back a little, locking her eyes with me as she drags the hem of her skirt higher.

I think I might have come a little.

I want to touch her, kiss her, taste her.

I place one kiss on her ankle.

“Gabriel…”

“Yeah,” I murmured as I ran my hands up and down her calves.

“Please come up here and kiss me.”

I am on my feet a few seconds later, devouring her mouth. She licks my lips, grabs my hair, and moans into my mouth.

I drag her to the edge of the table, then take down her hair tie so I can finally, finally, have all that beautiful dark hair tumbling down.

“You are so fucking sexy!”

I run my hands through her hair at the base of her scalp, and she moans again. Then I grab a fistful of it and jerk her head backward.

“I want to be gentle with you, but I want to be rough, too.”

“I want that too.” And then our mouths are clashing once again.

I lift her off the table, and I carry her to her bed, her legs around my waist, her lips not leaving mine.

I drop her on the mattress, and she giggles when she bounces.

“So rough, Gabriel.”

“You have no idea. You have no idea all the plans I fucking have for you."

I wrap my hands around her calves and pull her to the edge of the bed. Then I drag her skirt down her silky thighs to expose her red-colored panties. The shade looks perfect against her pale skin.

“Fuck!”

I lick a path from her calf to the thighs. When I bite her inner thigh and soothe it, she lets out a loud gasp.

“Please, please, please .”

I have to fight down my smirk when I push her panties to the side to expose her pink and glistening center. “You are so wet for me.”

“Yes.” She moans.

“Can I taste you?”

Her eyelids flutter. “You know we have a class bright and early tomorrow morning, right?”

“That’s tomorrow’s problem, Ophelia.”

And then I gently part her and lick her.

She tastes fucking amazing, and I cannot help the groans of pleasure I let out as I take her little bud in my mouth and suck.

Her hands are fisting the sheets as she struggles not to come apart yet. We are both dressed. This feels illicit, illegal, and damn sexy.

“Do you want me to stop ?”

“ Fuck no.”

“Then part your thighs for me so I can make you come on my tongue.”

Her breathing hitches as she moves one leg and places it on my shoulder, opening herself up for me.

She smells decadent. I want nothing more than to spend the whole night between her thighs.

My cock is rubbing up against the inner seams of my pants, and I rock against the mattress a little to relieve the pressure.

It only makes me harder.

When Ophelia’s fingers somehow find their way into my hair, digging into my skull, I dive back into her sweet little cunt.

I hum, and I groan, letting the sound reverberate through her.

I don’t know what I was expecting fucking her, but this is better than I could have ever imagined.

I feel possessive, hungry, feral.

“Say my name .”

“Gabriel, please,” she sighs as I push my tongue inside her.

Her legs are trembling around my head, and I have to hold them open so that I can keep devouring her.

When her orgasm finally crashes into her, she comes so hard that she winds up riding my tongue as I roll her clit between my lips.

“Just like that .”

If this is a mistake, then I am letting it all hang in the balance.

We are both breathless.

I like that it takes me a lot more than a few strokes of my tongue to get her to come. I have to work for it, and when she finally does, it feels like a reward.

I use the edge of the bed to push myself up and start unbuttoning my shirt.

“We have to do that again, Ophelia. I need you exploding on my tongue again.”

“Are you always so fucking bossy?” she lets out a sigh.

I climb up to lock eyes with her. “Are you always such a fucking brat?”

There is defiance in her eyes as she wrestles with what to say, and then there is a sly smile on her face as she spits out. “Yes, sir! Why? Does it make your cock hard?”

Fucking hell! It does.

I wrap my hand around her throat and push her into the mattress.

“Such a strong mouth, yet your thighs are still struggling from the orgasm I just gave you minutes ago.”

“Meh! I have had better.”

This fucking woman.

“You sure about that?” I ask, using my other hand to push her legs apart.

I slide two fingers up and down her wet center. She is slick from her orgasm, which makes it easy to slide both digits into her.

Her eyes roll back a little, her lips parting.

“You were saying?” I ask, pulling out and thrusting deeper.

“Fuck!” she groans as her hands dig into the sheets.

“Thought so,” I gloat, curving my fingers up to hit the spot I know will have her coming in seconds.

However, when I pull my fingers out again, I am surprised to see them coated in blood.

I stop, pausing.

My hand around her neck falters as I let her go and then slide my fingers out of her.

She whimpers.

What the actual hell?

“ Ophelia?” I ask, raising the two fingers to her. “Are you a virgin?”

She is nervously biting her lip and looking everywhere but at me.

“Ophelia,” I repeat a lot more gently, then I reach out and cup her cheek. There are tears in her eyes which tear into my soul.

Nothing about my experiences with this woman is as they seem.

Why would she not tell me this?

She riled me up, saying she had had better when, in actual reality, she has never had sex.

How had she never had sex?

“Oh God! How old are you?”

She sniffles. “Please stop it, Gabriel. I am fucking twenty. Don’t make it weird.” There is a definite snarl on her face as she pulls her face from my grasp and struggles to sit upright.

She is clearly embarrassed and angry.

“I never insinuated you were a kid. I just want to know why you wouldn't tell me that you were a virgin?

“When would I have done that? Between all the back and forth we have had and then my attack and then your fucking engagement. When again would I have had the time to share that tidbit with you, wolf?”

How is she the angry one?

This is something she should have mentioned. I only care about her well-being. No one should have their first time being that rough.

Wait a minute.

“Are you trying to say I coerced you into this? Because you kissed me back.”

She jumps off the bed as she slides her panties back into place. “Here we go again. Let’s hear it, Gabriel. Tell me all about how it was all a mistake .”

I feel her accusation settle deep in my chest.

“Ophelia,” I say gently. “I did not want to hurt you.”

“Unlike the several other times you have. What? The pompous little rich kid is surprised that the orphan is a virgin.” She is looking around for something to cover herself with.

What the actual hell?

This is not how I wanted any of this to go.

“Ophelia, please.”

“You can go.”

“I am not going anywhere,” and before I can overthink anything, I reach out and pull her to me.

She comes willingly.

I sit on the bed and pull her into my lap. She is so soft and small in my arms.

I push her bangs back and cup her cheeks, forcing her to face me. “Stop fighting me right now, okay? We can go back to you wanting to bite my head off in the morning.”

She swallows hard. “Okay.”

“Now, tell me, did I hurt you? And don’t fucking lie to me.”

She shakes her head. “No. It was all intense, but I was not in pain or anything like that.”

“Good. And what about everything else? Have you had someone go down on you before?”

She bites her lower lip, making my cock stir once more. “No. You were the first.”

Is she blushing right now?

“No one?”

She shakes her head. “Is that weird?”

“No, Ophelia. I mean, I thought you would have at least experimented with someone before.”

She bites her lips once again, making my cock harden further. “I kissed someone once. Does that count?”

I hate the bile rising in my throat.

I am being selfish, but I liked the idea of taking all her firsts.

“Don’t mention another man’s name when you are just in your panties, sitting a few centimeters from my cock, Ophelia,” I warn.

This is the first time I see actual mirth on her face as she eyes the bulge in my pants and then drags her gaze back to me.

“Are all wolves this possessive, or is it just you?”

“ Why? Are you planning to fuck any more wolves?”

“I am still deciding,” she says.

She shifts her hips again, and her arousal hits my nostrils.

I just gave her an orgasm.

It might not have been her first one, but it sure had done the trick.

“Stop playing with me,” I say, tracing my fingers up her thighs before settling on the seam of her panties.

She whimpers as I use my thumb to rub her clit through her panties.

“Or what?”

“You don’t want to find out.” Then, my other hand is at the nape of her neck, pulling her in for another kiss.

This is ferocious. Teeth and tongues scrape against each other as my thumb rubs tentative circles.

She gets wetter and wetter on my lap, and I know she will leave a damp spot on my pants.

I love that.

“Gabriel,” she moans when I push her panties aside and run my thumb over her wet slit.

“What?”

She tugs on my lower lip and bites me.

I can feel the tangy taste on my tongue as she sucks it dry.

“You taste so good,” she whispers.

Her eyes are a deeper shade of green, her whimpers filling the room.

When I slide a finger a little into her, she groans.

Just like that, I am lost in the sensation of wanting to bring her pleasure again.

“Has anyone touched you here before, Ophelia?” I groan.

“No, I- fuck-. No, just myself.”

A rush of possessiveness and tenderness floods me. I want to be everything she needs, to show her how it feels to be truly cared for. Gently, I slide another finger inside her, feeling her slick warmth.

She gasps, her back arching. “Gabriel, that feels... so good,” she breathes.

I lean down, kissing her softly. “I want to make you feel even better,” I whisper against her lips.

Her hands grip my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. “Please,” she murmurs, her voice trembling with anticipation.

I take my time exploring her with my fingers and learning every sensitive spot. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, and I can feel something tugging at my soul, something I’ve never felt before. Maybe it’s because she’s not like anyone else I’ve been with. She’s not a beta wolf; she’s unique, special.

As I undress her softly, my fingers trembling with restraint, I struggle to control myself so I won’t hurt her. “This might feel different,” I warn her gently. “Wolves have something called a knot. It might surprise you, but I’ll be gentle. Just trust me.”

Her eyes widen in surprise. “A knot?”

I nod, stroking her cheek. “It’s a part of us that works when we are mating. It forms when I come inside you. It’ll swell and lock us together for a while, but I’ll be careful. Trust me. I will not do anything to hurt you. I promise.”

She nods, her eyes wide and trusting. “I trust you, Gabriel.”

With a slow, careful push, I enter her, groaning at the incredible tightness and heat. She gasps, her hands clutching at me.

“Are you okay?” I ask, concerned.

“Yes, it’s just... so much,” she breathes.

I move slowly, letting her adjust, feeling every inch of her around me. The sensation is overwhelming, more intense than anything I’ve ever felt. When I reach the base of my length, I can feel the knot starting to form.

“It’s starting,” I tell her, my voice strained. “I’ll go slow.”

She nods, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. “Okay.”

I continue moving, gentle but steady, and I can feel the knot swelling, locking us together. Her eyes widen in surprise, and she lets out a moan that sends shivers down my spine.

“Gabriel, I’m so... full,” she says, her voice trembling.

“I know, just breathe,” I murmur, kissing her neck, shoulders, anywhere I can reach. “You’re doing so well.”

As I soothe her with my tongue, trailing kisses and gentle nips along her skin, she trembles in my arms. Her hands cup my cheeks reverently, her touch tender. “Your eyes,” she whispers, “they’ve changed color.”

I smile, feeling the connection between us deepening. “It’s because of you,” I say softly. “You bring out the wolf in me.”

The bond between us feels electric, something more than physical. It’s like our souls are connecting on a deeper level. I can feel her pleasure, her trust, and it fuels my desire to make this perfect for her.

As we move together, the pleasure builds, and I can tell she’s getting close. “Let go, Ophelia,” I whisper. “I’ve got you.”

She cries out my name, her body tensing around me as she reaches her climax. The sensation is too much, and I follow her, the knot ensuring we stay connected.

When it’s over, we lie there, still joined, breathing heavily. I stroke her hair, pressing soft kisses to her forehead. “You were amazing,” I tell her.

She smiles up at me, her eyes shining with contentment. “So were you.”

We stay like that for a while, just holding each other, letting the bond between us settle. I’ve never felt so close to someone, never felt such a mix of tenderness and possessiveness.

“I’ve never felt anything like this,” I confess, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Me neither,” she replies, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin. “But I like it.”

I smile, feeling something shift inside me. Maybe Owen was right. Maybe it’s time I start thinking about what I want, about who I want.

And right now, all I want is her.