With a growl, he carried Gabbi off her feet.
"What the fuck are you doing? Somebody help me! Islinda! Prince Aldric! He’s about to eat me!"
For a moment there, Gabbi held this thought that Islinda and Gabbi were on the way to rescue her and her scream might draw them to her. Except it was all in her imagination.
The birdman threw her onto the bed, following her down, and restraining her immediately. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his other hand nudging her legs open as he settled his weight over her. Gabbi squirmed, but she might as well have been trying to move a mountain. The birdman was unyielding, his strength overwhelming.
"Ugh! Get off me!" Gabbi screamed with the frustration of being unable to push him away. He certainly wasn’t about to eat his "meal" on the bed, right? Who does that? Show some respect!
"Stop it!" he thundered with authority and anger. His eyes flashed, and Gabbi felt the command wash over her like a physical force. She stilled, her body obeying despite her fear.
The birdman seemed relieved by her response, letting out a sigh. They were both breathing hard, their chests rising and falling in unison. Gabbi had resigned to her fate already. He should just go ahead and do it. Kill her.
Then he looked at her and Gabbi realized, up close from this position, her about to be murderer looked damn good. His handsomeness had an edge to it, almost predatory, but there was an undeniable allure to him. And then there was the fact that he was still shirtless, his muscles pressing against her, a solid reminder of his strength.
If only he was a normal person, she would have done him. Wait a minute, what in the Fae was she thinking? She usually wasn’t like this! Unknown to Gabbi, she had already released pheromones that called to him.
Azrael’s nostrils flared as he caught the scent of his mate’s desire, a certain region in his body rising as well. His mate desired him? Excitement rushed through him.
Now that he thought of it, he couldn’t help but relish the feel of her soft body beneath him, the act filling him with need at once. He needed to claim his mate. He needed to make her his.
Gabbi’s momentary admiration evaporated the second Azrael’s grip tightened painfully in her hair, forcing her to meet his gaze. Her heart pounded in terror. Was this it? Was this the moment he killed her?
Instead, he crushed his lips against hers, and Holy creator of the world – she really died.
Gabbi’s mind went blank. She had not seen this coming, but even at that, she had never felt anything like it before. This was not her first kiss but Gabbi felt this one in every fiber of her being.
Electricity seemed to course through her, lighting up every nerve in her body to the point her toes curled in pleasure. She moaned into his mouth, the pain in her scalp mingling with the intense pleasure he elicited from her.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Mated To The Cruel Prince