painting the night with brush strokes of gray: (Closed thread)

[SandS13]

"Your woman?" Marcus smirked. "Last I checked she belonged to Morgan and as we are her pack, we protect what belongs to her."

Imogen was still pinned to the wall. She had not expected this to escalate. She had not looked to see the phase of the moon though. She also had not anticipated how jealous Daniel would be. She was watching Gabriel's face. She was afraid of the coldness of his voice and the fire in his eyes.

"Step away from my pack mate...nice and slow." Marcus made his way into the room.

Daniel's grip tightened on her arms and Imogen cried out softly.

 

[The_gladiator]

“She is what ever I say she is.” Gabriel replied, though he was having more and more trouble hiding the struggle to control his tone. He mentally cursed himself for saying that that way in the first place. Claiming her that publicly had not gone over well.

At the sound of her pain Gabriel struck, not with the knife, for he was not sure if this man truly deserved to die, yet, but with his free right hand, not the one holding the knife. The blow nearly broke Daniels neck and he fell like a rock taking Imogen down with him. Meanwhile Gabriel spun to face Marcus. He felt the rip of bullets tearing through his body. With Imogen and Daniel out of the line of fire Marcus opened up.

Gabriel stood there and took the shots until he heard the gun click empty. Everyone’s ears were ringing with that many gunshots in such an enclosed space. Gabriel hadn’t even tried to stop the shots, but other than a few grunts made no sound. That being said, when the gun clicked empty Gabriel did move, lightning quick. The gun actually warped and cracked under the power of Gabriel’s grip. There was the sound of bones cracking as Gabriel busted the alpha’s hand in his iron grip. “You dare to point a weapon at me.” He snarled. His fangs were out with his anger, but his voice was still low, menacing. Marcus whimpered in pain as he was forced to his knees.

Gabriel’s next strike was not with his hands, but was with his power, lashing out over Marcus. It was Daniel he wanted to punish but in the grand scheme of things Daniel was a nobody, where the pack leader went so would all the good little wolves. “Your mistress isn’t the only one who can command wolves in this city. My affinity is for wolves too,” he said in a low voice, something that wasn’t well known about him. Many of the sentinels preferred big cat lycanthropes. He watched Marcus shrink under his power. A clear sign of submission. This little display of power would cost Gabriel though, Morgan would not take kindly to his mucking with her pack.

Contemptuously Gabriel turned his back on Marcus and back to Imogen. His eyes swept over her, looking for injuries, as if he didn’t notice that he was the one bleeding.

 

[SandS13]

Imogen fell. Daniel still held her and as he fell from the blow he took her with him. She screamed at the sound of the gunshots but could not move. Her ear were ringing. Daniel groaned and released her.

Imogen dared not move. She curled up, covering her head with her hands. She was shaking. It had all gotten out of hand very quickly. It was quiet. She opened her eyes and saw him, Gabriel standing there, looking down at her. He was bleeding.

"No!" She scrambled to her feet, glad she had gotten rid of her heels earlier. Imogen tried to press her hands over his wounds. There was fear in her eyes.

Morgan appeared in the doorway. She made a noise of disapproval. "What is happening here? Hmm?"

 

[The_gladiator]

His hands covered hers gently pulling them away from his wounds, “I will survive little one,” he murmured in her mind. As if the gunfire hadn’t attracted her, Gabriel’s display of power to dominate Marcus was actually a clear red flag to her, and could be seen as a threat to her power.

Gabriel turned to face Morgan. Dressed in a little black dress, she looked as if she had just gone on a date. “This scum has no right to lay hands on her,” Gabriel said jerking his head in Imogen’s direction, punctuating the word scum with a kick to the back of Daniel’s head. “Need I remind you of verse 15.” Gabriel asked somewhat snidely as he regained his control.

“I need no reminder of the creed Sentinel,” Morgan snapped. Her eyes went to Imogen, “Tell me, what exactly happened here,” clearly trusting her to tell the truth over the posturing males. “Tell me why this sentinel is threatening war with me, over a human. Are you that good a lay?” she asked sounding almost curious, not like she was mocking Imogen, but genuinely wondering. Her eyes sweeping over Imogen as if she hadn’t considered taking Imogen to her own bed until that very moment. All of her plans counted on Gabriel minding his own business and not breaking his precious creed, he expected him to be impartial and emotionless towards Imogen, something that clearly was not the case.

 

[SandS13]

Her eyes were on his as she heard his voice in her head. Gabriel's hands were on hers, moving them away from the open wounds. He had been shot, numerous times protecting her. It was foolish of him to exert his power like that.

The sounds of Morgan's voice made Imogen's heart stop. The way the vampiress looked at her made Imogen want to simultaneously blush and hide.

She stepped towards her, ignoring the blood on her hands. "Daniel became jealous of my role as Gabriel's liaison. He tried to stop me from doing as I was asked to do, which was pack some things and my laptop so that I could be at the sentinel's disposal." She desperately hoped Morgan ignored the slight tremor in her voice.

The red haired woman stepped forward. A finger traced Imogen's jawline before moving lower, down her neck before pushing aside the blouse to inspect her neck. Morgan's gaze flickered from Imogen to Gabriel. At least he had not been so foolish as to mark her. He was showing some restraint. Perhaps Morgan had miscalculated the pull of this woman and her abilities. She had meant to tempt him, to win him as an ally. If a sentinel thought her valuable than this human's worth had just gone up.

"Who started it?" Morgan's tone was cool.

"Daniel pinned me to the wall. Gabriel told him to let go. Marcus pointed the gun. Daniel hurt me. Gabriel hit him. Marcus fired."

Morgan licked her lips. Imogen was reminded of a jungle cat ready to pounce on its prey.

"Daniel - has he claimed you as a mate?"

"No." Imogen breathed out the word. It was heavy with her fear.

"But he thought to."

"He tried but I did not wish for that."

"And I had warned you that I do not approve of such things. You are not for them."

"Yes." Imogen held very still as Morgan's hand slid up her neck.

"Go and get your things. You have a job to do." The vampiress stepped away. Imogen walked to her bedroom. She managed to control the shaking until she was in the bathroom, washing her hands. The water ran red as she scrubbed Gabriel's blood away.

Morgan looked at Gabriel. "I would appreciate you not undermining my power. This is my home, my pack. If you had a grievance I expect you to follow the rules and come to me." She smiled. She rather enjoyed getting to put the sentinel in his place.

"Now, is mooning over my staff all you have been doing or have you learned anything as of yet?" She put a hand on her hip. "You are here to solve murders. I hope you have at least looked over the files?" She was being mildly chastising now and was enjoying it a little too much.

 

[The_gladiator]

She over extended. Morgan might have gotten away with the comment about undermining her authority. However, her haughty suggestion that he had accomplished nothing caused Gabriel to go still. He could not do the cold heat of Vladimir. As he showed with Marcus, and earlier with Imogen he was a fiery heat, and he was most complete when he let it run through him completely.

He stepped closer to Morgan, towering over her. He didn’t know who was more powerful, he suspected it was not him, but when it came to physically imposing, he had her. “Perhaps you should control your pack better, and I would not be forced to question your authority,” he growled in a low tone.

Morgan did not seem phased by the big bad vampire routine and managed to look down her nose at him despite the disparity in their heights. “You’re bleeding all over my rugs.” She said coolly, clearly ignoring his rebuke.

However, Morgan couldn’t ignore when Gabriel slammed her to the wall, his bloody hand around her throat. “You fool. Gabriel snarled right in her face, you let her die.” He could feel Morgan swallow against his hand. The redhead was too stunned to do anything to free herself. Her eyes lit with emerald fire but Gabriel’s were already glowing with the blue night sky of his own power.

“What are you talking about,” Morgan said softly, knowing well what Gabriel meant.

“You let Isabela Angeles die while she was under your protection.” Here he paused, “The only Angeles sister. What did you tell Antonio,” he demanded, “What did you do to prevent him from coming here to muck up my investigation, and piss all over everyone’s parade? You realize that he and his brothers could start a war, right? You do realize that the Dawning was not long ago, do you really want vampire kind to go back to being hunted? Are you blind to the fact that you need me and you might want to be sure I stay alive while under your “tender” care.”” he was almost shaking her as he spoke still pinning her to the wall? “Yes, I have reviewed your precious files, I need to mind contact someone who saw the actual bodies, the photos aren’t good enough. Are you willing to share your memories with me Morgan?” he asked, almost bating her now, now that the tables had turned. Gabriel wasn’t normally petty, but she had started it. The first half of what he said was very true, said with an intensity that lacked any hint of mocking, only the end did he turn her condescension back on her.

 

[SandS13]

Her tongue ran over her teeth. She needed to play this very carefully.

"I did not let her die. I told him the truth. She left my protection despite my insistence that she stay. I knew the killer was out there and sought to keep her close, protected."

She had tipped her hand, just a little too much. She had shown him that she knew the murders were connected and that Isabelle had been in danger. "I have not prevented him from coming. They will be here, tomorrow for dinner. Did she not tell you that you were expected at dinner?"

Morgan lifted her chin. "I brought you here to show them just how seriously I am taking the murder. You are under protection while you are here. Have I not given you comfortable quarters and a suitable staff?" A hint of a smirk. She could smell Gabriel on Imogen and the human on him. She knew very well he had tasted her and not just to feed.

"No, you will not have my memories. I will get you others who can tell you. Show you. I will have the come to you, after dinner tomorrow. Another show to the brothers that all I have is at the sentinels disposal to find their sister's killer."

 

[The_gladiator]

“You should have compelled her to stay,” Gabriel snarled, “You play with Fire Morgan.” He tightened his grip slightly, “Of course she told me of the dinner, you employ no fool, but I will not be enough to protect you from all 5 Angeles brothers. Did you at least think to negotiate for only some of them to come?” he asked. She had the authority to do such, the only ones she couldn’t keep out were the sentinels.

“Yes, Imogen was quite the gift, your werewolf scum leave some things to be desired.” He shoved her away from him trying to reach for his calm, the Methodic nature that kept the passion in check. He was starting to worry that perhaps he was not experienced enough for this job. “It grows late, that will be satisfactory,” He said in response to her comment about getting him informants to link with. He turned towards the door. “I will take Imogen, as my liaison and retire to my quarters. I will expect one of your healers to me prior to the dawn.” That last being a firm and definite order.

 

[SandS13]

"I tried. She fought it." Morgan's teeth clenched. She didn't mention that she had something to offer the brothers. She would save that for the dinner, she wanted more control of the situation and she would give away no more of her plans or information.

She righted herself as he shoved her away. "Of course. The healer will be down shortly."

Morgan was glaring at Gabriel. He was essential to her plan so she kept her temper in check.

Imogen gathered the last of the things she thought she would need. She shouldered her laptop bag and the bag with her clothes and toiletries. Still barefoot, she came back into the main room to find Gabriel shoving Morgan away. Her eyes went wide as she realized he had had her pinned against the wall. He was angry, frustrated. She could see it in his aura. She moved to the door, slipping her heels back on.

"I am ready."

Morgan looked Imogen over. A smile formed. She wondered if Gabriel had put it together yet. She wondered if he had managed to get past her barriers. She exhaled and reminded herself that patience was needed. If she play this right she would come out with powerful allies and set up her own protection for a very, very long time.

 

[The_gladiator]

Her silence regarding how many brothers were coming was extremely telling, this told him that she hadn’t bothered to protect herself. Of course, he did not know her plans.

“Next time you guard a gem of our race, try harder,” Gabriel replied coldly.
His eyes already moving to Imogen. “I feel you are hiding things Morgan, that is a very unwise prospect,” the threat in his voice was very ominous.

He could feel the sapping of his energy as he continued to bleed. Die he wouldn’t but this could strip him of some of his strength. “I need to be at full strength, your healer must be one of your best, and willing and able to donate to replenish my strength.” So many feared sentinels and many vampire kind would not give their blood freely to a sentinel. Not waiting for Morgan’s response, he swept from the room passing Imogen before he realized he would need her to guide him, pausing, “Lead the way, please,” he asked, his tone softer to her than he had used with Morgan.

 

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Imogen looked at him, a slight nod of her head. She led the way back down into the depths of the building. She placed her hand on the security pad and the door opened. She let him enter first before following and closing the door. When the healer came they would knock.

She dropped her things and went to him. "Can I help in any way?" She stared up at him as she took his hand and led him to the sofa.
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Morgan looked at the werewolves. "Sloppy. Pick yourselves up and get this room cleaned." She swept out of the room. She ordered one of the healers, she had three on hand to go see the sentinel. She snarled at their hesitation and they made their way down to the secure room.

 

[The_gladiator]

Gabriel rewarded her care with a slight smile. He sat on the very edge of the sofa, sitting stiffly. He closed his eyes and
Taking a few slow deep breaths, she would be able to see the blood flow slow as Gabriel slowed his heart’s beat, restricted the blood flow to the injuries.

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The healers all three hesitated to comply with Morgan’s orders. She finally snapped at them to all go and see which of the three would he accept. Their leader moved down the stairs followed by his companions, one male and Leanna the one female healer among them. Mathias knocked firmly on the door.

 

[SandS13]

He said nothing, he simply sat. Imogen knelt on the floor before him and watched, waiting to see if he needed anything.

It was the knock on the door that drew her up. She opened the door and was surprised to find all three of Morgan's healers there. She gestured for them to enter and closed the door behind them.

"I am Mathias." He bowed his head to Gabriel. "We have been sent so you can choose the healer you feel would be best. I would petition that I should be the one to heal you. I am leader here among our healers."

Imogen moved to Gabriel's side. She leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Mathias is the leader and often is the one who heals Morgan if needed for minor injuries. In times of great need or when others of great power or age have visited it is Leanna who heals them."

Her lips were close to his ear. She closed her emotions off. She was there to help him. Leanna was best given Gabriel's power. Jealousy was not effective.

"I would strongly suggest myself. Your injuries are not so great. Leanna is a powerful healer but I would not use her if not truly necessary. It is, of course, your choice but that is my recommendation."

Imogen looked at the healers. She leaned in once more. "Do not do less than you require."

Her pulled herself away and moved to her things. This did not concern her any further. She was a tool to be used, not his lover, not his mate. The very thought brought a rush of colour to her face. He had called her his. He had said it in anger however. His to feed off of. His to use for information. What had happened would likely never occur again. She had seen the resolve in his face. Control, rules...what they had done had distracted him. Imogen picked up her lap top, putting it to rest on table on the other side of the room. She turned her back to them, giving them privacy.

 

[The_gladiator]

He had to admit to himself that her kneeling before him was a sight he would never forget. However, his mind was directed inward and he did not realize he had not even responded to her. He steepled his fingers in his lap as he focused on controlling himself.

He swept back to the present as the healers in were introduced. He dismissed the man in the middle out of hand, he was weak. Mathias, though loud had some ability based on his aura. His eyes moved to Leanna. He could feel her power, muted compared to his own or Morgan’s, but he suspected she was the only true healer here.

He listened to Imogen’s words and was pleased that her recommendations mirrored his own instincts. He rose and approached the healers, “Leanna’s blood would be the one that would do me the most good. And which of the three of you is powerful enough to get through my barriers to compel my body to assist you in healing me?” he asked. He watched Mathias gulp. He knew he was not powerful enough for such.

“You believe that necessary for your wounds?” Mathias asked scornfully.

“I took no less than 10 rounds to the chest with a 9MM with silver shot.” Mathias’s eyes widened.

“But your blood level isn’t that much…”

“That’s how powerful his control is over his body,” Leanna spoke softly, a light airy tone as the slender woman stepped forward. Like many females of their race, she was tall and willowy, with high tight breasts. Hair dark as a raven’s wing and eyes darker than Gabriel’s. “I will heal him. Thank you for offering to do this in my stead Mathias but he requires my care.” Mathias looked like he was going to argue but she lay a hand on his arm. “My life for his Mathias, that is our code, have you forgotten who he is?” Finally, Mathias nodded and turned, leading the other healer away.

Gabriel watched the exchange and gave Leanna a small nod of approval. “Strip for me sentinel,” she ordered. Gabriel attempted to comply and finally had to request help. The healer moved forward to assist him and then wrinkled her nose. “Gen, you help him, I can smell you on him, you have already seen him naked I wish to see no more than I need to and to touch him no more than necessary.” Her tone was haughty, showing that she was not predisposed to truly help Gabriel, but she clearly knew her duty.

 

[SandS13]

Imogen kept her back to them. Though she listened, she was trying to give them privacy. She looked up at the ceiling when she heard Gabriel say he had taken ten rounds. She blinked away tears. He should not have had to come to get her. He should not have been in danger.

The door opened, Imogen saw two the healers leave. She was glad that he had chosen Leanna. It was what was needed. She tried to distract herself by attempting to tuck her blouse in. She was completely unpresentable, something Morgan disliked greatly. She expected her staff to be dressed impeccably. She was surprised the vampiress hadn't said anything earlier but Imogen assumed it was because there were other issues on her mind.

She heard Leanna tell Gabriel to strip. Imogen willed the images that popped into her head to go away. It had been such a short time ago that they had laid on the bed or she was kneeling before him. She steadied her breathing.

"Gen, you help him, I can smell you on him..

Imogen turned and moved to stand with them. She nodded, deferring to them both. Very gently she undid and removed Gabriel's shirt. She kept her eyes on her hands, willing herself not to look at his face. She tried not to look concerned at the sight of the wounds but it was hard. She let out a concerned gasp. Still she willed herself not to look up.

She bit her lip, hard as she knelt before him and removed his boots. It was deja vu. She stood and undid his jeans, pulling them down slowly so as not to jostle him. Finally, she stepped back, taking his clothes with her. Only now did she chance a glance at Gabriel's face. Her eyes were soft.

 

[The_gladiator]

Leanna watched Imogen work. “He needs bathed,” she said softly, some of the harsh tones fading after seeing the wounds. She took Gabriel’s shoulders and lay him down, resting his head in her lap. She Rested her hands on his forehead. “Give me access to your mind,” Sentinel.

Gabriel reached out to Imogen, his mind caressing hers. “I will be focused inward; I am counting on you to keep our body’s safe.” He then felt Leanna touch his mind. It was difficult to trust, to let her in. Her touch was gentle, compared with her distain she had shown earlier. The process was slow as she sifted through his mind reaching to find where he was injured, compelling his body to begin healing itself.

As he finally let her in, she leaned forward to press her hands to his chest beginning to use her own lifeforce to heal him. Her hands glowed with the power she was conjuring. Her eyes closed as she worked. Gabriel was aware of her talent, she was a true healer, and she slowly was compelling his body to heal itself even as she used her lifeforce to begin closing the visible wounds.

 

[SandS13]

Imogen swallowed as she watched Leanna lay Gabriel down. She was about to leave, to send his clothes away for cleaning and in the case of his shirt, disposal. She stopped, his voice was in her mind.

She stood there, watching. She remained frozen to her spot as Leanna's hands glowed. Her eyes were wide as the wounds began to slowly close. She knew what the healers did, in theory but she had never been around to see it happen.

Goosebumps formed on her skin. She felt as if she was being a voyeur. Surely she could keep watch without staring. Imogen could not move though.

 

[The_gladiator]

The power surged through both of them. It manifested in some interesting ways, the glow, and His body grew erect. After some time one hand lifted the blood glistened against the glowing light as Leanna beckoned Imogen closer. “He is focused not on his healing, can your sooth him?” she asked.

She returned her hand to his chest as she drifted deep inside him again. “If he does not calm, he will take too much when I feed him.”

 

[SandS13]

Imogen could see it, the shifting of the auras around them. There was pain, there was anger. She closed her eyes for a moment. She opened them, looking at Leanna.

"I-" She had no idea what she meant by soothe him. Imogen moved, placing his clothes down on a chair. Licking her lips she drew closer. "Is it okay to touch him?"

A nod was all she got. Imogen moved, half kneeling between his legs and very carefully laid out against his body. She paused, undoing some of the buttons of her blouse so it was as it was when they had first met. She reached for his hand and as she laid out along his body, Imogen placed his hand on her hair. She had noticed and enjoyed the way he seemed to be always touching her hair.

She kept her head low, her forehead just above his hip. Her breasts were against his leg and her arm reached out to touch his other hip. She let her fingers trace the line from his manhood along his upper thigh to his hip bone and then back again. She hoped her presence and his hand in her hair would help.

 

[The_gladiator]

His aura jumped at her touch; it was like it recognized her. In this moment with his own shields down he recognized something deep inside her. Her arm stroked his skin, so close to his arousal, but not crossing that line from sensual to sexual, yet. His fingers twined with her hair, gently stroking, rubbing it between his fingers.

“Please sentinel, relax for me.” Leanna’s voice was soft now coaxing. She had not the power to dominate his iron will. She had to coax. She needed Imogen to soften him so he would listen to her. But Gabriel resisted, he resented her earlier words, her almost savage hatred for him.

However, through this new bond, Leanna became aware of this man’s strength, the sacrifices he had made for his people, and she softened. She was a true healer and it pained her to not be able to help him enough. “Forgive me,” she whispered in the ancient language, and then in English. “Forgive me Sentinel, I have wronged you.”

The touches combined with the healer’s honest plea seemed to slowly be calming Gabriel. It wasn’t like Gabriel was fully conscious, he had sunk deep within, but his aura slowly slowed, gently calmed. Finally, when it had subsided, Leanna lifted one of her hands from his chest, the hole it had been covering gone now. She lifted her wrist to her mouth and her fangs tore her own flesh. “I offer freely Sentinel, my life for yours,” she murmured. This was part of the creed they lived by. Sentinels lived apart but each and every vampire would lay down their life for their protectors if they must. They might not like it, but they would. “Feed Gabriel,” she urged, using his name for the first time. She lay the torn flesh against his mouth until his mouth filled and he drank.

It was nothing like when he fed from Imogen. This was a business transaction, a debt of honor. Gabriel’s hands rose to hold onto her, one hand holding the slender hand of Leanna, the other her elbow as he pressed her wrist to his mouth and fed. Some minutes later Leanna gently pulled her arm free. Gabriel fought her at first. However, he did pull back, respectfully sealing the wound in her wrist with his tongue. His eyes lit with the power, her power in him.

Leanna stood up slowly. A bit shaky, clearly exhausted from her efforts and from donating so much blood. “I go to feed; I will check on him next rising. He is healed but he needs rest. See that he rests. Do not let him feed on you before next rising. His bloodlust is high, I trust you have the ability to change his lust into a lust that your body will survive this night, it will not survive two blood donations so close together.” And with that Leanna headed towards the door. “Do not let him overexert himself though, you do the work.” She added as she closed the door behind her.

Gabriel’s eyes had left Leanna and were on Imogen now, replacing the desire for more of the healer’s blood for another, he now wanted Imogen. Though did he want to eat her, or fuck her, his eyes did not make it quite clear, yet.

 

[SandS13]

Imogen didn't moved as Leanna finished the healing by opening her wrist for him to feed from. She found herself holding her breath as it finished. She saw the Gabriel had tried to hang onto Leanna but eventually let go.

She sat up slowly, listening intently to Leanna's words. "Rest." It slowly dawned on her what the vampiress meant. As the door closed, Imogen turned her eyes to Gabriel. He was now staring at her.

She began to slowly get up, off of him, off of the sofa. She put out a hand for him to take. "Come. The healer said you need rest." Her heart was pounding in her chest. She was scared, unsure if she could coax him away from the desire to feed. She knew Leanna meant for her to offer her body to him but she also said he was not to exert himself.

As if pondering the dilemma, Imogen walked away, not waiting for him. Her blouse, her bustier, her skirt and thong all fell to the floor. She crawled onto the bed.

"Come Gabriel..." She knelt, knees spread and partially lifted so he would see her. Her hair was a mess of waves around her shoulders, down her back. "Come, let me satiate your body..."

 

[The_gladiator]

He growled low in his throat. But not quite the growls of before. This was far more animalistic. He was fully the predator. He watched her, watched her walk away. His pray was fleeing.

When he moved it was not slow? He did not move like an injured man or the slinking catlike predator of before. He moved almost too quickly for human eyes to follow. He slammed down atop her, a hand roughly in her hair, yanking her head to the side, to bare her throat to him. His throbbing erection pressed against one of her spread thighs. He seemed fully unaware of the grunt of pain that such exertion wrung from his body. Leanna had warned her of this. Both the bloodlust, and the pain he would still be in. Her last words suggesting that she should please him orally, or even ride him, take actions so he would not exert himself. However, even to do that she would have to distract him from his current goal of ripping her throat out.

 

[SandS13]

He was on her. Power and force. His hands wrenched her head, using her hair to bare her throat to him.

This is it... She whimpered and despite everything her hands were on his chest. One slid down to where she felt him hard and hot on her thigh. She wedged her hand down between them to touch him.

"Gabriel...please...its me...Imogen..." Her words were strangled with the way he had her neck. Her aura reached out to him. "Little one...your little one..."

Her fingers groped to touch him. She knew physically she was no match for him but she hoped to somehow reach him.

"Lay back...let me take care of you."

 

[The_gladiator]

His growls of need were low, feral. Yet he hadn’t struck. Her hair, her voice seemed to affect him. Then came her whimper of pain. It did not feed the predator. He was not that type of animal. It made him think of when Daniel had her pinned to the wall.
His hand loosened in her hair and he nuzzled her neck rather than bit it. His hand cradling her hair. She called herself his little one and he purred. The beast liked that. Liked that she was his. He nipped her skin, but did not draw blood. His tongue swirled.

That was when her hand reached his cock however. Her touch was deft, and it did not take her long to produce a gasp from his throat. She had no room to touch him from this angle. He suddenly wanted her to.

He rolled off of her, taking her with him. His eyes slid down her body to that delicate hand wrapped around his shaft and he made a noise of approval low in his throat. He spoke no word, but the way he stretched was a clear invitation, and the way he watched her touch was a clear demand for her to continue.

 

[SandS13]

He growled. She was waiting for it, the pain that would come when he ripped into her throat. The grip in hair loosened. She felt Gabriel nuzzle her neck. She lost out a shaking breath as he nipped her neck. She knew he may still bite her.

He rolled and Imogen found herself straddling his thighs. His cock, hard and ready was in her hand. Her other hand joined it, stroking him slowly. Imogen knew to prolong it would mean there was a chance of his patience wearing thin.

Still...she looked down stroking him one hand, all the way up with the other following. She cocked her head, looking at him as one hand continued stroking, up and down and the other reached down to cup his testicles. She gently squeezed and rolled them.

He began to drip, clear and slick fluid and Imogen knew it was time to give him the release he needed.

She held him upright. Her sex was wet, slick and ready as she began to ease herself down onto him. Imogen groaned as she slowly sunk into his cock. Her whole body trembled as he filled her. “Gabriel...” It was a soft whimper, not of pain but of desire and need.

Her hips moved, lifting her slowly along his length. She bit her lower lip and lifted up a little only to sink back down on him fully. She watched his face for signs of pleasure. She went slowly but sensed that this Gabriel was not as methodical or patient.

Imogen leaned down, her hands moving over his chest. She lifted off of him until just the tip of his cock remained inside of her. Her lips found his. It was a deep, hard kiss and as she broke it Imogen’s hips forced her down on his cock. Her pace increased and she began to ride him with abandon.