Soul Enslaved (Sons of Wrath Book 3) (68 page)

Strong, warm hands gripped her shoulders, and Sabelle tipped her head to the side, allowing Gavin’s kiss to trace down her neck. “This, my love, is where I consummate our bonding until I have the pleasure of searing your name onto my flesh.”

A shiver ran the length of Sabelle’s spine. “I love the sound of that,” she whispered, and turned to face him. “In fact, I want the same done to me.”

His eyes seemed to study her, perhaps searching for some humor. After all, most females cringed at the sight of their male being branded by hellsfire. “You’re not required to do that, Sabelle. It’s quite painful. Permanent. My name would be branded—”

“Gavin, you offer me the most exquisite devotion.” She set her fingertips against his stubbled cheek, admiring the perfect angles of his jaw. “You’ve risked your life for me and my children. You’ve saved me from my own enslavement. But most of all, you’ve taught me not to
fear
permanence. A bond
can
be forever. It can be a sacred union, so long as both of us want it equally.” The tickle of his five o’clock shadow grazed against her thumb. “Most of us are born with five senses, but in the course of a lifetime, if we open our hearts, we die with six. Knowing a soul mate isn’t about touch, taste, sound, scent or seeing. Any one of those could disappear at any given time, and still the truth inside our hearts remains. It’s an innate understanding, that you’ve found the one soul in
billions
who will walk through fire to stay at your side, and will never let you leave this world alone.” Gavin’s form blurred through the glassy shield creeping over her eyes. “I want you etched on my skin, the way you’ve been etched upon my soul. And not even the burn of hellsfire can scare me away.”

With both hands cupping her chin, Gavin pulled her close, his breaths hard against her face. “I don’t know what good deeds may have brought you into my world, Sabelle, but know that I cannot let you leave now. You are an eternal part of me. No matter what forces try to steal you from me, I will call upon the very blackest parts of my soul to ensure that you remain safely at my side.
Du amec, tazschlama.
”

Sabelle knew a small bit of the demonic language, and the way the words poured from Gavin’s mouth like velvet put a knowing smile on her face. In essence,
I love you, wife mine.
“
Du amec, servosxma
.” 

His eyes softened to contentment before his lips slanted over hers, and the world spun out of control all around her, while Gavin remained centered, grounded. She gripped his arms, the hard muscles beneath barely fitting in her palms, as vertigo set in—growing stronger, until, at last, he broke away.

With haste in his ministrations, he removed her dress, tossing it to the floor, then threw aside his coat before going to work on his button-down shirt. Within seconds, Sabelle stared at his stone-chiseled form, where the candlelight and shadows emphasized the groove of every muscle.

Breathtaking. 

Sabelle sketched over the ridges, allowing her fingers to fall into the deep creases of his pectorals and abs. Solid muscle passed beneath her fingertips, as she slid her hands up to his shoulders, to his nape, and pulled him in for another kiss.

His arms wrapped around her back and neck, tugging her into a tight embrace. The pop of fabric let her know he’d unclasped her bra, and Sabelle smiled at the speed and ease with which he’d accomplished the task. Gavin had mastered where most men fumbled.

Her bra slid from her arms to the floor, and Gavin bent forward, gliding her panties down her legs. Returning the favor had Sabelle slipping a finger into his briefs, and she pushed them down his powerful thighs.

An ache throbbed in her core at the sight of his beautiful erection standing proud between them. His mouth seized hers, as Sabelle grabbed hold of him, stroking his thickened shaft and smiling when his growl vibrated her lips.

Her legs flew out from under her, as Gavin hoisted her into his arms, like a child, before carrying her to the bed with little effort.

He set her down on the soft mattress, stroking the hair from her face. “My beautiful.”

She loved his use of ‘My’. “Gavin, I asked Anna if she’d watch the kids only a couple of hours. Perhaps I should—”

“Already arranged. Anna was happy to watch over them all night.”

“All night?”

“Yes. I intend to make love to you until morning.” He climbed over her and straddled her body, hands sliding up her arms, fingers threading between hers as he pinned her hands to the bed. “And then I’ll make love to you again. Relax. We’ve got a long night ahead.”

Smoothing over her curves, his hands found her breasts, and her nipples puckered at his touch, an easy breath leaving her. She arched into him when zaps of ecstasy shot straight to her core, and lifted her hips, grinding against his shaft.

His groan, and his grip of her hair beat a wave of desperation through her body. “You keep that up and this will be over before it’s begun.”

“I need you.”

He brushed a finger down her cheek. “Soon. First, I want to make you mine.” He sat back on his heels, palms on his thighs, and the honesty in his gaze unleashed a swarm of flutters in her stomach. “Are you sure about this, Sabelle? Once it’s begun, I can’t go back.”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”

With a nod, he closed his eyes and began whispering a chant in a tongue she didn’t recognize, perhaps more ancient than what she’d learned. Just as she’d witnessed on a few occasions during his Savidon, Gavin’s skin darkened to a deep red, horns protruded from his head, and as his skin shrank into the prominent bones of his face, his lips darkened to a black hue. 

He snarled and growled between chanting until, at last, he opened his eyes. Eyes that glowed red.

Savage.

An urge to kick from beneath him kept her muscles poised, but she remained where she lay. 

It’s Gavin
.

Under the brutal features of his beast was the man she loved. The man who’d never hurt her.

Unlike the jerky, hasty movements she’d become accustomed to from his beastly form, he reached out a gentle hand and caressed her face. “My Sabelle.” His voice carried the deep guttural sound, but his words and the expression on his face remained tender.

She kissed his palm. “My Gavius.”

He slowly lowered his body over hers and buried his face in her hair. “Your scent … it begs to be devoured.”

Tilting her head to the side gave him full access to her throat. “I’m ready. Take me.”

His body shivered against her, and he feathered her skin with his tongue, the sensation tickling her core, before he kissed the sensitive crook that had her arching into him.

A betrayal of sharp pain pierced her neck, and Gavin’s growl rumbled in her ear.

Only a whimper escaped, before warmth stole away the pain, spreading to every muscle in her body. It gave way to waves of pleasure, pulsations of heat in her veins. Like potent liquor, whatever flowed inside her had the room spinning, softening at the edges, until her eyes felt heavy. Drunk with lust. 

Her knees fell to the side in surrender, and she smiled lazily at the flutter rapping at her core, writhing until she had tip of his rock hard erection right where she needed him. As his crown met her wet entrance, tiny contractions flittered in her stomach. “Please,” she murmured in his ear.

Yet, he remained there.

She needed him inside of her. Craved to be filled by his thick cock. 

Another tug at her neck had her parting her lips with a yearning to cry out, but she, somehow, remained silent while a second round of waves pulsed through her body like a bloodgasm in her veins.

The ache between her thighs intensified.

Please
.
Now. I need it please
. Her silent plea rattled inside her skull.

She squirmed in his grasp, grinding against his tip, which he kept just out of reach. The
frustration
. Could she pass out from need?

Heat scorched her core, and she bowed against him again, a quiet whimper passing her lips. 

His teeth dislodged from her throat, and a heady scent penetrated her nose. Raw. Primal. The scent of arousal. As if they’d fucked for hours and lay in the aftermath of sweat and sore limbs.

Gavin entered her slowly, her thighs quivering with the rush of excitement that vibrated inside her muscles.

Gods, he filled her so completely, she couldn’t move for a moment. The contact between her tight walls and his smooth cock nearly robbed her of coherence. A sensation she’d never experienced at such a heightened state of arousal. He added to her pleasure by tracing small circles with his tongue where he’d bitten her, creating a wave of dizzy, wanton need, inciting a rush of blood to her face. She dug her nails into his back, smiling when he snarled in her ear.

In and out, Gavin rocked into her body with perfect rhythm. He spoke an erotic psalm of the Eradis in her ear, before burying his face in her neck and lengthening his thrusts. Slow. Maddening. Teasing. His cock slid against her walls, leaving her stomach in a constant knot of tension.

“Harder,” she rasped, fingernails grating his skin with her growing desperation. “Please, Gavin.”

Upping the pace had his hips slamming into hers. Sweat beaded across his skin. His masculine grunts stirred her heart, simmering her blood, and the wetness coating her sex made for long, slippery glides of pure delight.

There was a difference between being fucked and being fucked with passion. His timing, his switching pace, knowing when to touch her and when to drive into her with fervor, all carried such finesse, like art in motion. The male was good at many things, but a master at seduction. Sex with him wasn’t just an act, it was an experience, both beautiful and terrifying, because
no one
would ever compare.

“When you come, you shatter for me. Loud.” The strangled tone of his voice drifted like a song to her ears as he drove into her.

“Yes,” she breathed.

Pressure mounted. Her muscles tightened. Stiffened. Trembled.

The edge fringed closer, and specks danced behind her eyelids, like tiny molecules ramming into one another with the heightened promise of eruption.

Heat scorched her core and a blinding flash struck behind her eyes, as canons of pleasure fired inside her veins in rich pulses of ecstasy.

She opened her mouth to a silent scream. 

Shatter for me.

Gavin’s name bounced off the walls, and Sabelle rocketed straight into the stratosphere, floated on a cloud of bliss. Her walls contracted around him, tiny spasms shooting through her flesh, hot tingles that reached as far as her fingertips and toes, seizing her muscles. Pulse after electrifying pulse had her gripping the sheets until she screamed with abandon.

A string of curses followed with the shudder of his release, and she moaned and bellowed his name, as another orgasm slammed into her in a cataclysm of pleasure, striking her muscles like an earthquake and spreading lava through her veins. Melting, exploding and then melting again.

Weakness turned her bones to mush. Her head lolled back against the pillow, her view momentarily unfocused, as blackness threatened to steal her into sleep. Good thing she was already lying down, because Sabelle couldn’t move if she’d tried.

She giggled and slapped a lazy hand to her face. “I don’t know what just happened to me but I’ve never felt something so fantastic in my whole life.”

Gavin collapsed on the bed beside her, a vision of perfect bronzed skin, black hair, and blue eyes that stared into hers with the same buzz of contentment. “Sated and happy—as you should be. Always.” His husky voice hit her spine like a tuning fork, casting a ripple of ecstasy straight to her core.

He tugged her into his body, and the sensation swelled inside of her again, her body craving him, ready for him already. Demanding him again.

The desire to ravish him watered her mouth. “Gavin, it’s … I need you again.”

Lids heavy, he smiled, his face half buried in the pillow. He hoisted himself up on one elbow and stared down at her. “As you wish, my beautiful tazschla.”

“Mmmm, I like the way that rolls off your tongue.”

“Tazschla? Or the fact that I’m going to cater to your every dark fantasy all night?” He kissed behind her ear then bit her lobe. “I am, after all, still enslaved to you,” he whispered before his face came into view again, stark white teeth behind his devious smile.

“Both.” She laughed, lifting her head off the pillow for another kiss. “I love you, Gavin. I only regret that I’m not able to set your soul free from the enslavement.”

“And I love you.” He stroked her hair, and the blue of his gaze radiated warmth. “You may have enslaved my soul, Sabelle, but you’ve irrevocably freed my heart. For that, I will always be in your debt.”

“You don’t owe me anything, demon. Except forever. I want forever from you.”

“Consider it done, angel.” He pulled her into his body, where she rested her head against his heart. “You’re mine. Forever. No loopholes.”

EPILOGUE

Gavin sat at
Sanctuary
’s bar, sipping his absinthe, while, beside him, Xander pitched a fifth of Jack down his throat.

Swiping his mouth, the angel sniffed. “Should’ve fuckin’ told someone what you were doing that night, s’all I’m sayin’. Would’ve saved a shitload of time.”

Gavin couldn’t help but grin. “I can’t fault my brothers for their loyalty, but they have a tendency to get in my way and fuck up my deals. I had to try to get Denya back. But I’m not stupid. I knew exactly what I was doing.” He patted Xander on the back. “You may be a shady ass Fallen angel, but you’ve never let me down, Brother.”

Xander pushed Gavin’s arm off him. “Get the fuck out of here with your sappy bullshit.” He smiled, giving Gavin a punch to the arm. “Brother.”

Gavin’s phone rang in his pocket. An unknown number flickered back at him when he drew it out, and he frowned as he clicked to connect.

“Gavin.” Zayne’s voice had gone raspy, low as if he tried to speak quietly. “I’m checking into a tip. Just wanted to tell you I’m still on this. I’m not letting go.”