Chapter 17

Gabriel PoV

Rhea has been through a lot over the past few weeks, and I feel mostly to blame, she was strong for a she wolf, fit and healthy. Now she is a shell of her former self, she has lost weight, and her smile isn’t as bright as it once was.

The poor she wolf is trapped here, with me, the least I could do was give her something that resembles a happy life. But I have failed. She’s dreadfully unhappy, and I hate it.

I watched her for years, and she always had the brightest smile in the room when she was back home with her family. They loved her, and she loved them. I’ve taken her away from that love and thrust her into a world she knows nothing about.

Perhaps I truly am the evil one in this situation, and yet, her life had always been promised to me. Since before she was born she was meant to be mine. And mine alone.

I won’t change that, because I want her, I want her so bad it hurts my chest. I can’t let her go, not now, maybe not ever.

I sit beside her as she sleeps, wondering what she is dreaming about, I want to know everything that goes on in that mind of hers. I want to know every secret, every hope and dream. I want it all.

I don’t want to miss a single part of her.

She’s beautiful, I’ve noticed it before of course, but never to this extent, and the more I watch her chest rise and fall, and her face soften in her sleep, the more I believe she is perhaps the most stunning creature that I have ever seen.

She is meant for me, to be mine, to give me children. But I won’t force her into any of it. I’ll keep her here, with me by her side no one will ever hurt her. I will keep her safe. No matter what it takes.

I am king of the vampires, they all answer to me, and I will allow none of them to mistreat this she wolf. She is my queen, and therefore she is their queen also.

She stirs, her eyes fluttering in the dark, “gosh, I’m so hot.” She whispers, throwing back the covers.

I can see everything, every curve that marks her flesh, and I want to taste it all.

I want to bury myself so deep inside of her that she will never forget the feel of me.

“Good morning beautiful.” I say, stroking her hair back, pushing it out of her face.

Nothing should hide her beauty, not even her own hair.

Rhea smiles, her face flushing red. “Hey, did you stay beside me all night?”

“I promised that I would.” I say, leaning closer to her, my lips a breath away from hers, “I will give you anything you want, Rhea, if only you will stay with me.”

Her eyes find mine, and whilst I don’t know what she saw, her lips suddenly press against mine. She kisses me with so much passion, and aggression. As though she is trying to take over, take control. And just this once, I will let her. I’ll give her control.

For now.

She pulls me closer by my hair, deepening the kiss and sliding her tongue into my mouth, taking all that she wants and consuming my heart in the process.

She is magnificent, just a taste of her is enough to make me lose control. But I hold on with a mere thread, letting her guide us both and take what she wants at her own pace.

Rhea opens her legs, guiding my hand to what lay between her thighs, and I obey her silent commands, I stroke my fingers over her sex and lightly pinch her clit. She moans into my mouth, making my dick impossibly hard. Harder than it has ever been before.

I insert a finger inside of her when she’s wet enough, and she praises me with a gasp, her fingers grasping my hair tighter, pulling me closer to her, until our chests touch. I keep my weight off her, not wanting to hurt her, and I hold back, I hold back so much that it hurts my entire body.

I want to bury myself inside of her so deep that she sees stars. But she isn’t ready, she will let me know when she is.

She pants into my mouth, our tongues dancing as one, and her heart beating faster than I have ever heard it beat before. She’s excited, I can taste it on her lips and feel it between her legs.

“Fuck.” I groan, pressing my forehead against hers, “you’re perfect.”

She giggles, moaning when I insert another finger inside of her, pumping them as hard as I can. I will make her cum. She will come undone in my arms, and only my arms.

“Fuck!” She cries, clinging to me as I fuck her with my fingers.

Rheas eyes roll back into her head, her hips moving along with my fingers, she’s chasing the bliss and I let her. I want her to feel this, all of it.

And I want her to want more. So much more.

I will give her it all, all that I can.

“Feel it, my queen, feel all of it.” I tell her, circling my fingers inside of her.

I have had practice, many years of meaningless sex waiting for the right person to come into my life, and here she is squirming beneath me.

Who knew that a small she wolf would claim my heart as her own? Not me. I thought I would never love again.

And I haven’t, not for a thousand years.

Until now, until my she wolf came along and claimed me without even realising it.

“Please Gabriel.” She cries, her legs trembling. “Please I can’t take anymore.”

Such a good girl. How can I deny her this release?

“Relax.” I tell her gently, “let it come on its own, don’t force it.”

She groans, but she obeys, relaxing back into the bed and her entire body quakes with need. She’s fucking perfect. So god damn beautiful. She is everything I dreamed she would be and more.

I sink my fingers into her and pull them out, slowly building a rhythm I know will make her come undone, and she responds beautifully, her skin slick with sweat.

She’s so wet, so amazingly soft, and I’m loving every single second of it. I may not burry my dick inside of her today. But I have had a taste, and that will satisfy me.

For now.

Rhea cries, trembling harder than before as her insides tighten around my fingers, her face overtaken with pleasure, and it’s fucking exquisite to see. She looks like a goddess. Perhaps she is, perhaps she is a gift from the gods.

I will certainly treat her as one from this moment on.

“Goddess.” She moans, her eyes clenched shut. “That was amazing.”

“Yes.” I agree, slowly pulling my fingers out of her. “It was.”

She opens her eyes, her face bright red, “I’ve never done that before.”

“You’ve never been touched by another?” I ask, somewhat shocked.

If I were the male wolves back where she lived, I would have been all over her, I would have fired to make her mine.

She shakes her head. “Never.”

I’m the first to touch her, and if I have my way, I will be the last. No one else will ever see her slick with pleasure. Only me. Only ever me.

“I’m glad to be your first.” I say, Kissing the top of her head.

Rhea blushes again, looking down at her hands, “I’m a little hungry.” She admits.

I laugh, kissing the back of her hand, “then we shall get you some breakfast.” I say. “And afterwards you can tell me everything you know about your wolf.”

She nods, suddenly looking guilty, “I will tell you everything.” She agrees after a moment of silence.

I nod, accepting her answer.

This is just the beginning; we have our whole lives to learn more about each other.

And I will show her all I can of the world.

She will have everything I can give her.

She will have happiness with me.