Blood Ties (Blood Lust Sequel)--COMPLETED

Chapter Twenty-Six: Better Tomorrow

Gabriel just stood in the doorway, unblinking, motionless. He was studying me with a dark expression, hand still grasping the doorknob from when he first entered. Finally, he shook his head before clearing his throat. "Then it can wait until morning. For now, just try to rest. I'll find somewhere else to sleep."

I was lost for a moment, wondering what could what until morning. But the thought was fleeting, replaced by an irresistible urge to stop him from leaving. "Gabriel, wait."

He looked almost relieved as he loosened his grip on the door. "Yes, Miss Ridley--er, I mean, Audrey?"

"This is your room." I said, dragging my quilt with me as I slipped out of bed. "I'll find someplace else to sleep."

And someplace else to masterbate. I thought ruefully.

And with that I made to leave the room. Though I didn't get very far.

"You'll do no such thing." Gabriel said, taking me by the elbow.

It felt like I'd been electrified, jolted to the core in a very delicious way. I looked up at him, heart pounding, and reached past him to grab the door. "Try to stop me."

It was a challenge, sultry and full of promise.

He gazed down at me, his bottomless pupils consuming the clear blue of his eyes. "Audrey," he warned. "You don't want that. Trust me."

"Oh, I think I do." And without waiting for a reply, I slammed the door shut. "Lock the door."

"Audrey, focus." He said, breathing heavily. "You aren't thinking clearly. Did the incubus enchant--oh, my God."

While he was talking, I dropped to my knees and undone his zipper. With deft hands, I pulled out his thick cock and guided it into my mouth.

He stiffened, both in frame and between my lips. "Audrey, stop. It's been so long. I don't think I can restrain myself."

That just thrilled me more.

With little hums of pleasure, I went up and down his length, licking ever so slowly. He exhaled audibly, tangling his fingers into my hair. "God, how I've missed having you this way."

He thrust into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.

"Vulnerable."

Another thrust.

"Eager."

He thrust again, holding me steady by the back of my head.

"Mine."

And then he picked up the tempo, fucking my face so hard and fast that I could barely breathe. But I loved it. I reveled in his claiming my mouth so viciously, with such abandon.

It really had been too long since he and I had been intimate, though those times were never really intimate at all. They had always been part of a group fuck, always had someone watching. Now that it was just us, I supposed he was right; I was his. And in that moment, nothing made me happier.

"I'm going to..." His pace was feverish, desperate. Precum salted my tongue, made me moan against him. His grip in my hair tightened, and just when I thought he was going to come, he stopped.

"No," he groaned. "No!"

In a flash, he'd pulled out and I was in bed again, on my back. He jerked my pants and panties off in one fell swoop, and his mouth was between my legs. He licked up my entrance, delving his tongue inside before moving up to my clit. I threw my head back with a sigh, and reached down to take his snow-white hair by the roots.