Gabriel responded enthusiastically. “Finalmente,” he murmured as he kissed me.
The kiss was savage, almost brutal. Gabriel knew I liked it rough, and he gave it to me. His teeth clashed against mine as we fought for dominance, then sank into my lower lip until I moaned, trying to stay quiet. His hand around my cock was almost too tight.
He stroked me, hard and fast, until I came on my chest, bucking into his grip. It barely took the edge off.
I gulped down deep breaths. As much as I liked it rough, Gabriel liked tenderness. So I calmed the beast inside as best I could.
Once I had Gabriel beneath me, I kissed him again, and he melted under my touch. I stroked his cock with teasing touches until he moaned softly, unable to stop himself.
I pushed his legs to his chest and teased his hole with my finger, pushing in just the tip. He moaned again, his eyes rolling back into his head.
“You like that, don’t you?” I said, watching him writhe as I twisted my finger gently inside him. He murmured something in Italian that sounded a lot like begging.
I added another finger. It would drive him crazy to draw out his pleasure as long as possible, so that’s what I would do. And then I would fuck him hard enough that maybe, just maybe, I could calm my inner Alpha. I scissored my fingers slightly, opening him, and he hissed in pleasure.
Through the cloud of my scent and Gabriel’s, I could still smell Bridget. At first, as I teased Gabriel’s cock until he was leaking pre-cum and begging incoherently, I thought it was just the lingering scent on our skin.
But no. It was getting stronger.
It was the noise outside the door that finally got my full attention. A whimper, barely audible. If Gabriel and I hadn’t been trying our best to be quiet, I wouldn’t have heard it.
Gabriel froze beneath me.
I waited a split second before pouncing off the bed, pulling on my shorts, and opening the door.
Bridget was there, of course. Who else could it have been? Her hand was down the front of those fucking shorts, her long legs on display. She removed her hand quickly, but a bead of what was unmistakably slick rolled down her thigh.
She’d been listening to us, touching herself. My stomach clenched with feral need at the thought. I felt Gabriel’s answering tug of desire down the bond.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice high and breathless.
She turned quickly to leave. I reached instinctively for her wrist and stopped her. She froze, her body still turned away from me.
“Bridget.” My voice was a rasp. “Look at me.”
She shook her head stubbornly.
My tether snapped. I pulled her back towards me, not hard enough to hurt her, but enough that she couldn’t slip away. Her eyes flared in surprise.
“You only had to knock,” I murmured.
Bridget’s answering whimper made my cock jump. I wanted to devour her whole right where she stood, but I made myself be patient. I pulled her gently through the door. She followed me, her eyes locked on mine.
“Ciao, carissima,” Gabriel said, his voice dreamy as he reclined against the pillows. He had pulled his underwear back on, but he was still unmistakably hard. The warm light of the lamp I’d switched on to see his face while I fucked him picked out the chiseled muscles of his torso. I heard Bridget’s small gasp and my cock twitched. “Vieni qui, tesoro. We will care for you.”
I led Bridget to the bed where Gabriel was waiting. He opened his arms, and she hesitated, her face burning. “Allora, fiore mio. I will just hold you for a moment.”
“Yes,” I croaked. My throat was dry. I’d stepped away slightly. I didn’t trust myself.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered again, this time to Gabriel. “This is such an invasion of privacy.”
Gabriel shushed her and grabbed both of her wrists, pressing her palms together. “Tesoro, you know he was thinking of you, yes?”
Bridget’s breath picked up, and another thread of that intoxicating scent reached me. She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes flashing briefly down to my cock. “You were?”
“God, yes,” I groaned.
She whimpered again. Gabriel rotated her around to face me, then pulled her hips gently until she sat between his legs, her knees bent in front of her chest. He pulled the mass of her silky hair from her neck. “You are hot, carissima, and needing release. Let him touch you.”
