Page 54 of Drag You Down
“Ready for me to start moving, boy?” Gabriel asks as he leans in. His lips brush against mine, and I wrap my arms around his back to keep him in place.
“Please… please stay close. Daddy.” I don’t know why using the word makes me feel so aroused.
“I will,” he promises.
I search his expression for signs that he’s being honest, and I see nothing but sincerity there. I nod, biting my bottom lip. The stretch isn’t painful, and the discomfort is ebbing into something even better than his fingers had been.
I cling to him as he murmurs, “I’m going to move.”
Nodding, I close my eyes, giving myself over to it, to him.
If I thought the sensation of his fingers was intense, it’s nothing compared to feeling his cock thrusting in and out of me. It’s thicker, longer, and every single thrust presses against my prostate and makes pleasure zing up my spine.
My mouth opens in breathless moans.
I wrap my legs around his waist, like a wanton whore, and instinctively pull him back as soon as he pulls out.
I claw at his back, too, scratching and digging in to force him closer.
“My lamb, my boy,” Gabriel murmurs, bending in close to kiss my open mouth.
I keep raking my fingers down his back. I don’t know why I’m doing it. I don’t want to hurt him.
Then the first scent of copper hits the air, and my vision goes blurry with delirium.
Oh.
That’s why.
Gabriel slows and takes my wrist. I watch as he lifts my fingers to his mouth.
There’s blood under my nails.
And he simply licks it off, groaning deeply as he does.
“You like that, boy?” Gabriel asks, his eyes fixed on me. “My blood is yours, little lamb. Take all that you want.”
Before I can stop myself, I bring my hand up to my lips, and I suck on one of my fingers. The metallic taste explodes over my tongue, and a full-body shudder runs through me.
Is this the taste of sin or salvation?
I’d thought I couldn’t possibly get hard again, but my cock is trying.
“You’re testing my patience,” Gabriel says as he thrusts in again. “I was going to be sweet and gentle with you, lamb. But you show me this, the fire underneath those innocent eyes? Maybe you aren’t a lamb after all. Maybe you’re a wolf.”
A wolf.
No, I’m not a wolf.
But I think he might be right that I’m not a lamb either.
“You’re the wolf,” I tell him, but I lick another finger clean before tentatively returning my hands to his back. I feel the blood now, slick and slippery. I hadn’t thought my nails were that sharp, but I’ve done enough damage to where I should be worried he might get angry at me.
But he’d told me to take all I want, and I trust what he says even though I shouldn’t.
I scratch him again, and Gabriel only moans, thrusting harder into me. I shudder in turn, and it becomes an addictive interplay. Every scratch makes him move faster, harder, which makes my nails rake sharper down his back. I smell the blood, I taste it?—
And Gabriel kisses it off my lips as his heat floods me.
