Playing With Fire - Katie MacAlister [118]
I quivered against him, positively quivered at the combination of his words, his touch, and the feel of him as I stroked the hard muscles of his back.
‘‘I look forward to licking every inch of your legs, little bird. I want to find every little spot on you that makes you tremble with passion. I will lick my way up until I can savor your true essence upon my tongue.’’
I just about saw stars, and dipped my head to take one of his pert little nipples into my mouth.
Gabriel gasped, froze for a moment, and then the next thing I knew I was on my back, the cold grass pricking uncomfortably into my bare flesh. My pants, shoes, and underwear had gone flying, whipped off me at such a speed that it took me several seconds to realize Gabriel had removed them. I lay stunned for a moment, and then sat up.
Gabriel knelt next to me, his face twisted in agony. He was aroused—very aroused—but didn’t seem to be able to move.
‘‘Are you all right?’’ I asked, reaching out toward him.
He trembled as I placed my hand on his thigh. ‘‘Don’t touch me. Please, Mayling, if you have any mercy in you, do not touch me.’’
‘‘Gabriel, what on earth is the matter?’’ I got to my knees next to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. ‘‘Are you hurt?’’
‘‘I’m trying to control this overpowering, insane, undeniable . . . need I have for you,’’ he said, his eyes opening to pierce me with molten light.
‘‘I thought that need was part of you being a wyvern, and me being your mate.’’
‘‘In certain circumstances, yes. But you have not been taken from me recently. I should be able to control this overwhelming drive to possess you.’’
‘‘I think we’d better just give up on the idea of foreplay,’’ I said, laughing at his tortured expression.
Irritation filled his eyes. ‘‘We will not! Dammit, May, I want to do this! I owe it to you—not just because you are my mate, but because you would like it. And I would like to see you liking it. The thought of doing it is in the top five of my sexual wish list. It’s just that when you’re not around, I can think about all of the many and varied ways I would like to love you, but then I see you and smell you and taste you, and it’s so hard . . .’’
I wrapped my hand around his penis. ‘‘Possibly hard enough to break a concrete block.’’
His eyes widened for a moment, and then he tipped me over backward, hoisting my legs around his hips as he thrust into me.
‘‘Gabriel,’’ I moaned, both at the sudden act of penetration and the unusual position. ‘‘This isn’t particularly comfor—oh, dear gods, yes! Do that again!’’
He repeated a delicious little hip swivel, and it was all over for me. I clutched handfuls of grass as he sent me flying, dragon fire washing over my body as I gave in to the glory of our joining. My legs, clutched around his hips, spread wider as his body thickened, the slick, satiny skin becoming rougher and harder until silver scales rippled upward to cover the flesh. Scarlet claws pricked the skin on my hips as he lifted me to meet him, the sensitive skin of my inner thighs rubbing with delightful friction against his scales. Gabriel’s roar of completion startled birds sleeping in the scattered trees of the garden.
I opened my eyes when he collapsed down upon me for a moment before rolling onto his back, taking me with him. He was Gabriel once more, a man, and yet not a man. But whatever he was, I could no longer deny that I was falling in love with him.
‘‘You shifted,’’ I said, amazed at the experience.
‘‘I’m sorry,’’ he said, his eyes closed, his chest heaving beneath me. ‘‘I know I said I wouldn’t, but I couldn’t control myself. You are so much a part of me now, I’ve lost the ability to maintain a facade for you.’’
His words touched my heart. I savored the sweetness of them for a moment, reveling in the warmth he brought to my life. For the first time, I felt utterly cherished.
‘‘Now,’’ he said, interrupting my thoughts.
‘‘Now what?’’ I asked, draped across him like a limp noodle. His heart beat wildly beneath my ear. I spread my fingers across his chest, marveling that such a man was