Nightmares at Everglade Falls

28. Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Ophelia

Fuck! Maybe I should not have done that.

The room feels charged, like the air itself is humming with anticipation. I’m not sure why I kissed Gabriel.

I feel like I’m out of control, like something else is pulling the strings. I pull away, my breath shaky. “I’m sorry,” I mutter, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks.

But then, I catch a scent—his arousal. It hits me like a wave, almost intoxicating.

Gabriel clears his throat, trying to maintain his composure. “It’s okay,” he says, his voice strained. “I know this is all a lot for your body to handle. This is just you following your basic instinct, Ophelia.”

I surprise myself—and him—by saying, “Then can I kiss you again?”

“Ophelia,” he growls, his eyes darkening. “This is just the mating bond. It is making you horny. You might regret this after. Right now, your body wants release, and that…”

“I don’t get all of that. You keep saying I am your mate, and maybe that is true, and maybe, as you just said, I will regret this in the future. But right now, Gabe, right now, I am finding it very hard to care about anything else,” I admit, my heart pounding. “But I know one thing: I’ll die if I don’t touch you.”

His eyes soften, conflicted. “ Ophelia…”

“Just for tonight, please,” I whisper, the need in my voice undeniable.

He hesitates for a second, then nods. “Alright, just for tonight.”

We come together with a fierce, desperate hunger. His lips crash against mine, and everything else fades away. Clothes are discarded hastily, and we’re a tangled mess of limbs and heat. The connection between us is primal, instinctual. I can’t stop, and neither can he.

His hands are everywhere, exploring, claiming. He pulls me close, our bodies pressed together as if they’re meant to be one. His lips travel down my neck, each kiss sending shivers through me. “Gabriel,” I moan, arching into his touch.

“Ophelia,” he breathes, his voice rough with desire. He pushes me against the wall, lifting me so my legs wrap around his waist. I can feel his hardness pressing against me, and it drives me wild.

He carries me to the bed, laying me down gently before positioning himself over me. Our bodies fit together perfectly, like they were made for this. He looks into my eyes, his gaze intense and filled with unspoken emotion.

“I need you,” he growls, his voice low and primal.

“I need you, too,” I whisper back, my voice trembling with anticipation.

He lowers himself, kissing me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. His hands trail down my body, caressing every inch of me. I gasp as he finds my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples until they’re hard and aching.

His mouth follows, sucking and biting gently, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. “Gabriel,” I moan, my fingers tangling in his hair.

He moves lower, his tongue tracing a path down my stomach. I’m trembling with need, my body aching for his touch. When he finally reaches the place I need him most, I can’t help but cry out.

His tongue is warm and insistent, teasing my clit with expert precision. I’m writhing beneath him, every touch sending me closer to the edge. “Please,” I beg, my voice barely more than a whisper. “Don’t stop.”

He looks up at me, his eyes dark with lust. “I’m not stopping until you scream my name,” he promises, his voice a growl.

He keeps his word, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony to drive me wild. I’m on the brink, my body tense and ready to explode. And then, with a final, skilled flick of his tongue, I’m over the edge, crying out his name as I shatter into a million pieces.

But he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, drawing out my pleasure until I’m a quivering mess. When he finally moves back up my body, his lips find mine again, kissing me deeply.

“I need you inside me,” I whisper against his lips, my need for him overwhelming.

He nods, positioning himself at my entrance. The anticipation is almost too much to bear. And then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, he’s inside me. I cry out, the feeling of him filling me completely overwhelming.

He moves slowly at first, letting me adjust to the feel of him. But soon, our need takes over, and we’re moving together in a frantic, desperate rhythm. His hands are everywhere, gripping my hips, my breasts, my hair. I can’t get enough of him, and every thrust drives me closer to the edge.

“Ophelia,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Gabriel,” I moan, my fingers digging into his back. “I’m so close.”

“Come for me,” he commands, his voice a primal growl. “Come for me, Ophelia.”

And I do. I come hard, my body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure wash over me. But he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, driving me higher and higher until I’m begging for release again.

“Please,” I gasp, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I need you.”

“I’m right here,” he growls, his thrusts becoming more urgent. “I’m right here, Ophelia.”

I can feel the change starting to take over, but I fight it, wanting to stay in this moment, in this body. My nails transform into paws digging into him. He winces. “Gabriel,” I cry out, my voice desperate. “I’m changing.”

“Stay with me,” he growls, his thrusts becoming more frantic. “Stay in this body. Feel this.”

He kisses me, distracting me with his mouth, his hands, his body. The sensation is overwhelming, and consuming. I come again, my body going boneless in his arms.

“Just for tonight,” he whispers, his voice a soothing balm. “You can transform tomorrow.”

Gabriel’s hands roam my body, exploring the familiar and the new. His touch ignites something inside me, a deep, burning need. His eyes lock onto mine with an intensity that makes my heart race.

“You’re mine,” he growls, and it’s not a question. It’s a declaration.

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice trembling with desire. “Yours.”

He kisses me hard, his tongue delving into my mouth with a possessiveness that leaves me breathless. His hands travel down my body, his fingers skimming over my sensitive skin, making me shiver. He moves with purpose, his need evident in every touch, every kiss.

His hand slips between my legs, his fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy. He rubs slow, deliberate circles, driving me to the brink of madness. “Gabriel, please,” I beg, my voice a desperate whimper.

“Not yet,” he murmurs, his lips trailing down my neck. “I want to savor this.”

His mouth finds my breasts, his lips closing around a nipple, sucking and biting gently. The sensation sends electric shocks straight to my core, making me arch into him. “Gabriel,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair.

He switches to the other breast, giving it the same attention, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. I’m writhing beneath him, my body a live wire of sensation. “Please,” I beg again, my voice raw with need. “I need you.”

He moves lower, his mouth leaving a trail of fire down my stomach, his hands gripping my hips to keep me steady. Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he dips even lower, his breath hot against my inner thighs. The anticipation coils tighter in my belly, making me tremble.

“Ophelia,” he growls, his voice thick with lust as he presses a kiss to the apex of my thighs. He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re so beautiful.”

I gasp, my hands fisting in the sheets as his tongue finally touches where I need him most. A cry escapes my lips, and I can’t hold back the tears of overwhelming pleasure. “Fuck,” I scream, my body arching towards him.

He doesn’t relent, working me with skillful precision until I’m teetering on the edge. Then, just when I think I might shatter, he pulls back, leaving me desperate and panting.

He moves up my body, his lips claiming mine in a fierce kiss, his taste mingling with my own. “I’m going to knot inside you,” he growls against my lips, his voice a commanding rumble. “Understood?”

“Yes,” I manage to gasp, but he’s not satisfied with that.

“That will be ‘yes, Alpha’ to you,” he commands, his eyes blazing as he positions himself at my entrance.

“Yes, Alpha, ” I whimper, and then he slides inside me, knot and all. I scream out, reaching out to hold on to him as he rocks in and out of me in slow, deliberate strokes.

“Mine,” he repeats over and over again, tiny shocks of pleasure making me breathless until finally, we both collapse back on the bed, him still buried inside me.

I nod weakly, curling up against him, my head resting on his chest. His heartbeat is a steady, comforting rhythm. I fall asleep almost instantly, exhausted but sated.

When I wake up, I’m ravenous. I sit up, blinking sleepily. There’s a burger on the nightstand. I have no idea where it came from, but I don’t care. I devour it, feeling a bit more human with each bite.

Gabriel stirs beside me, his eyes opening slowly. “Morning,” he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep.

“Morning,” I reply, a shy smile tugging at my lips. The events of last night feel surreal, but the bond between us is undeniable.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face.

“Better,” I say, finishing the last bite of the burger. “Thank you for... everything.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he says, pulling me into his arms. “We’re in this together.”

I nestle against him, feeling safe and secure. “So, what now?”

“Now,” he says, his voice serious, “we figure out how to handle your transformations.”

I nod, feeling a mix of anxiety and determination. “I trust you, Gabriel. I know you’ll help me.”

“Always,” he promises, his arms tightening around me. “One step at a time.”

We lie there for a while, just holding each other. The world outside can wait.

At least for a little while.