Page 41 of Falling for Ash
“So beautiful,” Ash whispered as his long fingers wove their way through her fur.
The beast preened at his praise, wanting more, and yet she itched to run, to try out this new body. His eyes flashed and turned to the door. As if he’d read her mind, Ash stood gesturing with a wicked grin that made her bark playfully at the sexy Demon. She wanted a chase.
“Go on then, lady mine. There is a small path that leads to a courtyard directly behind my home. I will follow. You won’t get far,” he said, opening the door to the Underworld.
Gabby yipped and took off, running harder and harder. Gabriella pushed her suddenly very able body as fast as she could. She ignored the yell coming from behind her, glorying in the newfound strength and freedom she had in this form.
She wasn’t poor chubby Gabriella anymore. Not in her fur. Oh no. This Gabby was sleek and cunning, fast and powerful. She liked the feeling. A lot. Maybe that was why she ignored the call of her mate, yes, she recognized him for what he was now, and kept on going. Running full steam until she could go no more.
Passing shops and the quaint little village-like atmosphere of the Underworld that she barely remembered from the night before, Gabby continued at breakneck speed. She heard wings flap, claws skitter, smelled the faint scent of sulfur and fire beneath it all. It was like her senses had magnified a hundredfold.
Illuminating, breathtaking, and incredible. So many new sensations, too many to name, and Gabby reveled in them. A wall of black thorns spread out before her and she skidded to a stop, panting heavily. Turning her lupine head, she waited for Ash, but she must’ve lost him somewhere along the way.
No worries.
He would find her.
He’d said as much, and the Wolf that was her had no reason to disbelieve him. So much to learn, she mused as she put her nose to the black, ashy covered ground and sniffed lightly. Weird. There was no scent. Like someone had cleaned the area, cleared it of any remnant or trace of existence.
The rest of the Underworld she’d seen zooming by on her wild journey was a thriving town, this was not. There was a dark and dangerous feel to the area just beyond the thorn forest.
Something lurked there.
Something wrong.
Gabby snarled. Her Wolfish lip pulled back to reveal enormous fangs. She could see her own reflection in one of the puddles that appeared just in front of her. Her enormous caramel brown Wolf looked fierce and proud, and she was careful not to step one paw in the black liquid.
“Gabriella!” Ash shouted from behind her, and she barked once to alert him of her location.
Ash rushed to her side. His spicy sandalwood scent filling her sensitized nostrils. Immediately, she calmed. As if simply being near him was enough to settle her nerves. But she was still aware of something not quite right about the place.
“Never do that again,” her Demon mate muttered, dropping to his knees and embracing her.
Nice, but could be better.
No sooner had the thought emerged then she felt an electrical hum wash over her limbs. It was not painful. Not like before, but she recognized the magical sensation and this time, when her bones began to break and re-knit themselves, Gabriella allowed the sensations to wash over her as they were meant to.
“Ash,” she sighed, naked as the day she was born, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her mouth to his.
Passion flared to life, though, in her case, it had never really waned. She moaned, opening her lips, and pressing her tongue into his mouth. She’d never been the aggressor, and yet, with him she couldn’t deny her feelings, her desires. Every fiber of her being pushed her closer into his arms.
“Gabriella,” he murmured her name, arms wrapped tightly around her followed by his large, black, leathery wings.
“Take me home,” she whispered, kissing his cheek, then his chin, and his neck.
His hands tightened on her flesh, and she loved the sting of his claws. He was losing control of his Demon, as if she was somehow testing his limits with her unpracticed kisses and words.
Yesss, she thought as his hardened manhood pressed into her soft belly. Knowing she’d done that to him made her proud, bold, and she ran her hands down his muscled chest and sleek abs to the long, hard length of him beneath his slacks. Need fueled her desire. It felt so good, so right to touch him.
Call her mad. Call her nuts. She didn’t care. She was meant to do this. It was as if she was seeing clearly for the first time, and her vision was full of him.
Her soul mate.
Yes, something inside her confirmed the sentiment.
She was born for this. Made to be with him, to touch and kiss this man, this Demon. She wanted to give herself to him freely and without hesitation.
Yes.
