Page 80 of Galen
Finally, I caved, and my smile surfaced. “At least let me put on some pants first.”
Galen got between my legs and pinned me to the mattress, holding my arms down. “But I like you so much better this way. Easier access.”
And then he pushed inside me.
I gasped as his thick cock stretched me in all the best ways. He had incredible recovery time. As I stared up into his face, seeing the softness in his gray eyes, I smiled. He held down my arms as he fucked me, but I knew if I really wanted to break free, he’d let me.
But I didn’t want to.
While I enjoyed gentle, tender sex, I also liked being dominated by Galen. He nipped at my collarbone and thrust into me harder, deeper. His cock glided in and out of me, eliciting a string of breathy moans to fall from my lips.
Galen was claiming me body and soul.
My sternum ached as I felt the intensity of his feelings, expressed in his every thrust, in his every nibble of my skin. His mouth closed around my nipple, and I arched upward with another gasp. He flicked his tongue against the tight bud as his body moved inside mine.
Beneath his sexual hunger, I felt something else too. Desperation. Heartache. Whatever had been troubling him earlier still had a hold on him.
“Galen.” I gently bumped our noses together. “Where’s your mind?”
“With you,” he responded in a thick tone, his lids heavy as he looked down at me. “Nowhere else.”
“Let me touch you.”
His hold on my wrists instantly loosened. I slid my hands up his arms, then across his back, finding those two spots that turned him to putty in my arms. As my fingers dipped into the slits, he melted. With a raspy grunt, he quickened his thrusts, grazing his teeth up my neck and along my jaw. That familiar tingle gathered in my belly, then lower, and my muscles began to tense.
My orgasm was explosive as his teeth clamped down on my throat. His hips snapped forward several more times, and then he was coming too.
Afterward, Galen pulled me against his chest, our bodies sweaty and sticking together. He pressed a kiss into my hair and kept his face there. The quick beating of his heart matched the rhythm of mine.
He might’ve been half angel, but he was part human too. It was easy to forget that. He just seemed bigger than life, like a dream. A hero pulled from the pages of one of the paranormal romances I enjoyed reading.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
“How you don’t seem real sometimes. Even after a month of being here, there are times when I still expect to wake up in my loft.”
“Would that make you happy?” Galen stilled as he asked the question. “To wake up and all of this having been a dream?”
“No.” I nuzzled his chest. “That would be depressing as fuck, actually. I don’t want my old life back. Being here with you and your brothers? I feel like I’ve come home.”
I felt him smile into my hair. But then he exhaled. “You asked what was wrong with me earlier. Well, you know how my brothers and I can speak to each other through our minds? We can also feel when the other is in pain. Physical pain, but also emotional. The day I lost Marcus, they all felt my heart break. The same was felt tonight.”
I pulled back to look up at him, confused.
“Joseph died, and we all felt Alastair’s grief.” Galen skimmed his fingers up and down my arm. “It’s what finally broke me. Why I stopped fighting my feelings for you. It should’ve done the opposite and made me push you farther away, but I needed you too much. Your presence calms the beast inside my veins. You make me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt. And I realized that I’d rather spend eighty years beside you than none at all, even if my heart shatters in the process.”
“What about…” My face heated as I trailed off.
“Wrath?” Galen asked, finishing what I couldn’t say.
I nodded. “What if that happens again? I don’t think I’m worth that risk.”
He took hold of my chin and forced my eyes back to him. “You wouldn’t be in my arms right now if I thought you weren’t worth it.” His face inched closer, and his lips ghosted over mine. “Let’s not discuss this anymore tonight.”
I put my arms around his neck and kissed him, running my fingers through the back of his hair.
Demons were still after me—that I knew of—and it might not ever be safe for me to leave the mansion without Galen by my side. The man I was quickly falling for wasn’t even fully human. If we did stay together, I would age. He wouldn’t. But none of that mattered as I lost myself in his kiss.
Everything else faded away.
