“Take me,” I whimpered, practically begging. The need I felt for this man was almost unbearable, and now I knew why. Gabriel was a shifter. If he was anything like wolves, bears, and other shifters with animal forms, that meant that he too was subject to a deep primal desire felt only for a bonded mate.
Me.
I didn’t know how I hadn’t put two and two together before tonight. The freakish strength, that almost primal devotion, the unbreakable bond between us…
We were meant to be together. My body, my heart, and my soul knew this truth long before my mind had.
“Please, Gabriel.Touch me.”
His throat twitched with a swallow, and he gave a tentative nod. “Alright. Let me shift back.”
My gaze dropped to the many eyes set into his forearms. They should have unnerved me. But for some reason, they didn’t. Maybe it was because they were the same color as Gabriel’s original set. Maybe because they looked at me in the same way the rest did, with reverence and adoration. And the wings? Well, they were just nice. They were so soft, like a blanket made of clouds. While his hands pawed at me with all the zeal of a feral animal, his wings touched me like I was just an extension of them, a delicate piece of Heaven.
“No, I–I want you to take me like you are.”
He pulled back, his brows rising and his pupils dilating. He was acting like I had just requested something incredibly filthy. Maybe I had. I was in new territory here.
“It’s alright. I want to,” I urged, feeling my blush deepen.
“It’s not that.” He paused. “Celestials weren’t made to bed humans.”
My body flushed cold as my mind tried to imagine what kind of monstrous cock his beast form possessed. Please, God, don’t let it be more eyes… Though all the obscene possibilities made my head whirl and my thighs shake with anticipation. “W—what do you mean?”
Instead of explaining, he took my hand and guided it down between us. My cheeks burned as I felt the immense heft of him straining through his slacks, hard as a rock. It was a miracle the seam of his pants had managed to hold together at all containing that piece. He was huge. I pulled my hand away only to guide his to my soaking entrance, the wetness there having nothing to do with the rain. His nostrils flared, and steam coiled around his shaky breath as two of his fingers slipped so easily past my folds.
“So wet for me,” he murmured, his voice quaking in a low baritone. I’d heard that voice before. It sounded like Gabriel’s, but it was gravely and guttural, almost like it was Gabe’s celestial beast addressing me. “Think you can take a celestial cock?”
I gave a lust-drunken nod. “I think so,” my voice hitched and dropped to a low moan as his fingers picked up their pace inside me. Waves of pleasure wracked my body, making me twitch in his embrace. He withdrew his fingers and gripped the undersides of my thighs, spreading my legs to open me further to him.
His breath splintered like he was moved by the sight of my pussy, slick and dripping for him. “If this is a sin, then God deliver my soul to Lucifer himself because this body of yours is true Paradise.”
I couldn’t stand the anticipation any longer. I wiggled my hips, writhing in his arms, a hot puddle of need. “Gabe,please.”
My begging had its desired effect as he positioned his pelvis between my spread thighs, scrambling to free his rock-hard cock from the confines of his pants. My lashes fluttered as I felt the thick head of him pressed against my entrance. Gabe placed a flurry of kisses on my neck, my jawline, and finally, my lips to consume my gasp as he slowly eased inside me, stretching me.
He felt larger this time around, with more girth and length than any man should ever possess. But I was so wet for him, so eager that he slid inside to the hilt, the pain of his size diminished by the mind-blowing ecstasy of the invading appendage.
“Christ, Mel.” The angel inside me let out a growl, uttering blasphemies. It was a depraved and sinful bliss that connected us, a carnal, forbidden kiss. And I was completely addicted. His wings folded tighter around me until I was completely wrapped up in them, my chest pressed to his, my entire body lifted off the mud and my back resting on pillow-soft feathers.
He kissed me again, his voice soft as silk as he muttered my name, again and again, coating his lips like honey, making his taste sweet. But his movements weren’t anything of the sort. He began thrusting into me with powerful jabs that reduced me to a sweaty, heaving tangle of nerves.
Gabe was normally so gentle, but he was fucking me like an angry beast of the heavens who hadn’t known pleasures of the flesh in an ungodly amount of time.
Oh God, yes.
Our messy, filthy fuck was more than depraved. It was sinfully rapturous. Each thrust, each kiss, each lick wound me tighter, pushed me higher. I never wanted to come down, never wanted to be released from this kind of pleasure. Yet, I couldn’t take it much longer.
His pace grew rough and frantic.
“Come for me, baby,” he demanded in my ear, nipping at my earlobe. I shuddered around him, mind-shattering pleasure crashing down over me in waves. Hearing my name on his lips, swollen and laced with forbidden desire, was enough to push me over the edge and into the stratosphere where stars filled my eyes.
A swell of pure, unadulterated bliss sent convulsions down my spine, and the feeling heightened as my angel released inside me, filling me with spurts of sticky heat. Hearing him come undone inside me was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever heard.
He held me to his bare, sweat-soaked chest for a few moments longer, his heart beating so loud it shook my ribs. “I love you, Melanie,” he whispered, his gaze affixed to mine.
I gave him a drowsy smile and pulled his lips to mine for yet another kiss. “I love you.”
There I was, covered in mud, sweat, rain, shifter blood, and angel cum, and somehow, by some unholy miracle, it had still turned out to be a good birthday.
