Chapter Seven
Gabe
My arms tightened around her frame, my fingers threading in her hair, nails digging into the sopping black dress that clung to her delicious curves, leaving little to the imagination. Her nipples pebbled, scraping against my chest.
I wanted to pinch those buds between my fingers and hear her moan for me.
“You’re my temptation, Melanie. My ultimate trial, and I’m failing.”
Her lips softened against my throat and glided up to my jawline. “I’m tempting you?” Her voice was sultry, laced with mischief. In the next moment, her hand cupped my cock through my pants, and it was all I could do to keep myself reined in.
“Oh, God, yes.”
Her other hand ran over my forearm, where my veins and muscles strained against my flesh, bursting to be unleashed. Sweat and rain streaked down my brow, and I swallowed thickly, tamping down on the urge to shift. Shit, it had been forever since I’d let my wings break free. Forever since I’d stretched them out, allowed their power to surge from my back. Even thinking about it was almost enough to make me come with Mel’s hand still caressing my cock through my pants.
“I’ve never seen you like this before,” she murmured in awe.
“There’s a lot of me you haven’t seen, Melanie.”
Her cheeks flushed to an enticing hue of red. She probably thought I was talking about my cock. Not my deeply inhuman nature.
She looked up at me with a coy tilt of her head, lips parting. “Remember when you asked me what I want for my birthday?”
“Yes,” I gritted, knowing what was coming.
“For one night, I want to pretend like you’re mine.”
“Mel Bell…” I lifted my hand and gently brushed my knuckles against her cheek, the pad of my thumb stroking the tears from under her eyes. “I am yours. From the moment I saw you, I’ve always been yours.”
Her fingers tightened around my cock, working me through the fabric in bold, firm strokes. I couldn’t hold back the deep, rattling purr that rumbled from my chest.
Her lips quivered. “Show me you’re mine, Gabriel.”
Her command was my undoing.
When I didn’t pull away or move to stop her, she moved to reach inside my pants. I gripped her wrist before her hand dipped inside and raised her arm to hold up between us. Her gaze locked with mine, simmering with an earth-shattering need that shook me down to my bones. I brought her hand to my cheek and slowly kissed her palm, her knuckles, each tip of her fingers.
Her eyes widened, and every time my lips brushed against her flesh, she gave a little shudder of pleasure, like she too could feel the electricity coursing between us.
I tugged gently on her arm, pulling her to me, and claimed her lips in a hungry kiss that stretched down to my very soul. A kiss I’d dreamt of giving her for years. A kiss that haunted my thoughts and teased me late at night, a kiss that reached down to my inner beast and made himpurr.
The kiss was sinful yet utterly divine. Her lips were softer than I’d imagined, and they tasted so good, like citrus and salt. Then her tongue popped into my mouth, and I couldn’t help but groan around it. It was hot, brazen, and decadent. I breathed her in, and she pulled back ever so slightly, gasping, a thread of saliva still connecting us.
“Gabriel.” The sound of my name, laced with something forbidden, made my dick painfully hard.
Normally I could control myself better. A guardian class celestial should possess an impenetrable will, one of many skills a guardian must demonstrate before assignment.
This was what Mel had done to me. This was what happened when the universe decided to put me through the ultimate test. I’d been forced to choose between duty and my fated one.
And I’d been dancing that line for years.
With one kiss, my resolve crumbled. Something inside me snapped, something primal.
God forgive me.
My lust for this human consumed me from the inside out. I couldn’t refrain any longer. The woman in my arms wanted me so bad, I could scent her dripping pussy, and it drove me fuckingferal.
To hell with it.
