Chapter 51: Wolf.e: Chapter 50

“Put me down, I can walk.” I hit his muscled back, humiliated that Chelsea saw Gabriel haul me out of there like some child ready to be punished. All the blood is rushing to my head and I’m molded to his hard shoulder.

“Why is the door locked?” he asks when we’ve reached the top of our cabin steps.

“The key is in my bag that you didn’t let me grab before you tossed me onto your back like a caveman.”

“You looked like you could use some reassuring that the only woman I ever want to touch is you,” Gabriel bites out, squeezing my ass hard. “And I am a fucking caveman when it comes to you.”

I try to take in where we’re going from this viewpoint. Gabriel shifts me in his arms and his hand comes up behind my head, laying me onto his bike. My head rests between the handlebars and my legs straddle each side as my skirt gives way for my ass to rest against the warm leather. I realize we’re around the back of the cabin.

“Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, surrounded by many, but alone in space,” Gabriel says in a gruff voice that doesn’t match the gentle words as his lips dance up my inner thigh.

I smirk, my eyes fluttering closed at the feel of his mouth on my skin.

“Odd time for embellished Gatsby quotes,” I mutter, my breathing increasing.

Woods stretch out behind us and the music from camp is quieter here, the sound of the church service through a sound system is prevalent.

The hymn music has stopped and there’s a pastor speaking into a microphone.

“What I’m telling you is there are many women here I’ve been with and I can’t change that.” Gabriel’s slides his hand under my tank, over my rib cage to the base of my lacy black bra. “I don’t want them. In a crowd of ten thousand, you’re the only one I see,” he says, ghosting his thumb over the lace, my nipples instantly peak with the anticipation of him anywhere near me. I pant.

“We can’t,” I watch as goosebumps follow his touch as his other hand roams up my thigh.

Gabriel chuckles like I must be crazy. “No one will come back here. And if they do, I’ll give them less than a second before I shoot them.”

“No…I have my period,” I manage.

“There is no greater pleasure than to serve your community.” The speaker’s voice sounds in our silence.

Gabriel isn’t fazed by my admission. He continues his slow ascent up my thighs with both hands now, his fingers wrapping around either side of my panties.

He pulls them from me, then gently pulls the tampon from my body. He folds it into my panties, places both in his cut pocket and then slides it off his shoulders, setting it behind me. He yanks his t-shirt off over his head and tosses it to the side. I watch as his beautiful, strong arms work to unbuckle his jeans and zipper just enough for his thick, hard cock to easily jut out pointing straight at me. The gunshot wound on his arm is still wrapped in gauze from where I stitched it and the bandage strains against his muscles as he grips his cock.

“I spent a collective thirty-five months in this nation’s longest war.” His fingers slide down my body and into my pussy without hesitation. “Your blood doesn’t scare me, little hummingbird. Besides, you’ve had your hands in mine more than once. It’s only fair,” he says as his mouth comes down on mine in a deep delicious kiss. One holds me firm, the other moves in and out of me as he pulls me closer, so we’re flush, facing each other on his bike. We’re really doing this, out here in the open, with a church service preaching to us in the distance?

“I don’t think you understand,” I pant as his mouth moves down to find one nipple then moves to the other. Tiny moans escape me as I do my best to be as quiet as possible in the open air.

“If it helps, I’ll only have it for another day or two. You might want to wait.” I suck in a breath when his teeth nip at the side of my breast. “This bike will look like a massacre took place when we’re done,” I plead in a whisper.

Gabriel chuckles, using my blood that coats his fingers as lube, wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking it. I look down at him and it does me in. I want him inside me, I don’t care where we are, I don’t care that I’m bleeding.

“Oh yeah?” Gabriel asks with a smirk, unfazed by the sight—in fact, I think he likes it. My eyes flutter closed with the way his tongue swirls against my nipple.

“Yeah, uh, ever seen Kill Bill? You know that scene? Showdown at the Blue Leaves?” I warn.

“One of my favorite movies,” Gabriel whispers in a chuckle as his fingers slide back down between my thighs. I decide the moment his middle finger makes its way into my pussy that I’m done warning him. If he wants me despite the fact I’m bleeding, whatever happens is on him. Not to mention, I’m thoroughly turned on now and the idea of him inside me seems oddly soothing.

“We must show those who don’t know the way to live.” The mystery speaker’s voice from the field behind us sounds as another finger slides into me.

“Fuuck,” Gabriel groans as he looks down to his blood-soaked fingers. “The sight of your blood breathes life into me. I want every single drop of you,” he says as he pulls them from me and paints the blood and my arousal across his chest.

“It belongs to me now, just like the rest of you.” He looks down. “So fucking beautiful, Brin,” he says as I whimper.

His large hands wrap around my waist as he lifts me up, while still keeping us and his bike stable. Gabriel pulls me onto him so I’m straddling his lap. He pulls his cut over my shoulders, to stop anyone from seeing me half naked, I assume. His hands squeeze into my ass under my hiked-up skirt. In one swift movement, his hard cock begins to sink into me. My pussy tightens around him and I clench him even more than normal as he begins to slide into my wetness.

“Be brave in guiding those around us who may dabble in darkness… criminal activity…”

The words that were made just for this event sound through the trees as my pussy eagerly takes the depth of Gabriel’s cock and they don’t bother me like I would assume they should.

I open my eyes and look at him marked by my blood.

A ritual is happening between us. I know he feels it too as he pushes in slowly, inch by inch,

“So fucking ready for me, this cunt… fuck,” he grunts out, his brow furrowed. The only friction comes from the barbells lining his cock as my pussy welcomes him. He’s an even tighter fit than normal. He rocks me forward until his lips find mine. “Bleed for me, Brinley,” he commands into my mouth as he holds me at my waist.

My hands slide up his arms to his shoulders and my head lolls back.

We don’t speak as he continues to push into me, rocking me down onto him until he’s fully seated inside me. We both breathe out ragged moans as I meet his full depth. He gives me no time to adjust to his size, lifting me up and then driving into me again from below. My breath is a shallow pant as his hands move to my back, eagerly trailing my spine.

They slide to my breasts and Gabriel groans, squeezing them together as he takes my nipple back into his mouth and sucks in the peak.

“That’s it, wicked girl. Ride me. Fuck me until your blood and cum drip down my cock. Make a mess of me and my bike.”

His words do me in. I begin to move my hips slowly, we both moan. He fills me so full that I know I’m ruined for all other men.

“Only with the goodness we seek can you live a happy, full, balanced life…”

The speaker bellows in the background as I ride Gabriel harder. His hands squeeze my hips under my skirt as I do.

“That’s my girl. Taking every fucking inch of me… this perfect, messy little cunt.”

“Yes…” I chant.

“You want me to fill you up until I’m dripping down your thighs?”

“Yes…”

“Your blood and my cum will be there waiting for me when I take you again,”

“Yes…” It’s all I have.

Gabriel rocks forward and leans me back, holding his bike steady by the handlebars as he fucks into me. I move with him in perfect sync, my head resting on the fuel tank as my hands come up above me to meet his, bracing myself against his forceful thrusts as my hips roll against him and the speaker’s words become our soundtrack.

“Even the darkest hearts have light somewhere—”

Gabriel growls as he thrusts into me as deep as he can, it pinches, then an unstoppable pleasure washes through me.

“Take all of my cock the way your greedy pussy begs to, Brinley. Come while you listen to them tell you all the ways their God can save you.”

“Yes,” I cry, out biting into my bottom lip so hard I taste copper.

“But let me be clear, little hummingbird. The only one who can save you is me. And the only one who can breathe life into my dark soul is you. We save each other.”

It’s too much, his words, where we are, the depth at which Gabriel fucks me while I wear his cut. Our bodies moving together on the back of his bike to the holy sounds of the service beyond.

I crumble. I crumble like a pillar of salt in the wind beneath his strong hands.

I moan his name as he takes over, fucking into me like a man crazed. My hips quiver forward as the orgasm rips through me and robs me of my breath.

“I’m re-born in your name, Brinley Rose. And you in mine. Take every single fucking drop from me.” Gabriel reaches down and grabs my ass so tight; I know I’ll be bruised tomorrow but I don’t care, I pray he squeezes me harder.

“Go and find those who need your help and do your duty… share your light, help them to be good like us.”

The speaker finishes his sermon to a round of applause.

Gabriel squeezes my hips harder and groans into my lips, I cry out his name amidst the applause and cheers as I fully unravel.

“This tight, bloody little cunt taking all of me,” Gabriel says as he pulls me up slightly and takes in the sight of my blood on his cock.

“Fuck, I love it,” Gabriel growls, his eyes dark and full of lust when his gaze moves back to mine. One hand comes off my hip and moves to my throat, his lips hover over mine, a raw intensity lines his tone.

“Now, give me another one, Brin, and when you do, let every fucking person here know you’re mine. Let them know who your king is.”

Gabriel squeezes my throat even tighter, making it difficult to breathe as he takes total control, moving me the way he wants, just enough to keep perfect pressure on my clit, his cock buried so deep inside me. My muscles tighten and my pussy clenches around him as I do exactly what he wants.

I start to come again. My nails sink into his warm back and the way I’m crying out has to be noticeable to whoever is in earshot but I’m the furthest thing from caring.

“Yours…” I cry as my eyes flutter closed and my body goes limp under his hold. “I’m yours, Gabe.”

“Fucking right, you are… mine,” Gabriel growls as he comes undone, spilling into me, uttering my name and words I can’t quite make out, his face buried between my breasts.

“Mine,” he repeats.

His warmth consumes me. I feel him everywhere yet still I want more.

Gabriel and I melt into each other, our chests heaving, and I know that any piece of the old Brinley is dead and gone. I’ve been born again right here on the back of his bike to this beast of a man who wants every dark and wicked part of me.

The man I know I’m falling desperately in love with.

Should I be scared to tie myself to him? To tie myself to his world? Maybe, but I’m not. The only thing that scares me is what will happen to me if I ever lose him.