The shower turned off.
Gabby’s stomach fluttered, and she caught her bottom lip with her teeth.
It’d been so long since she’d had to look sexy for anyone, since she’d wanted to look sexy for anyone, so long since she’d been intimate. Her body had never been the same after having Ana, and it had matured since she’d been nineteen; she was softer, her hips wider, her breasts fuller, and she had a little loose skin on her belly that had never gone away after having a baby. There were also the stretch marks on her belly, hips, and thighs.
What would Broxen think when he saw her?
She raised her hands to fluff her hair, then lowered them to her bow, readjusting it to make sure it was centered on her breasts.
Stop it, Gabby. Everything will be fine.
Gabriela dropped her hands, curled them at her sides, and took a series of deep, calming breaths.
The bathroom door opened.
She gasped as Broxen, wearing only a towel around his waist, stepped into the doorway with all that delicious red skin on display and his tail slowly swishing behind him. His long, damp hair was slicked back with a few stray strands defying his horns to hang down the sides of his face.
Those beautiful, glowing violet eyes locked on Gabriela. Broxen froze, tail stiffening, and the large bulge between his legs twitched and swelled under the towel.
She’d known he was large after having felt him against her through their clothes, but seeing it like this, unrestricted by his pants, painted a whole new picture. And she hadn’t even seen-seen it yet.
Her pussy clenched, and heat flooded her core as anticipation and arousal thrummed through her. She wanted—needed—to feel his cock inside her.
“Gabriela?” Broxen’s voice was thick and gravelly.
Gabby pulled her gaze away from the growing bulge of his erection to meet his eyes. Fire burned within their depths. She walked toward him, slowly, making sure to put a little sway in her hips. Broxen’s eyes dipped to take in her body once more. His jaw ticked, and his muscles flexed, but he did not move—except for his tail, which flicked erratically behind him. Lust was etched on every bit of his body.
His nostrils flared when she stopped in front of him.
“I wanted to give you your Christmas present,” she said.
“What is it?”
She reached out and took one of his hands, guiding it to the velvety bow. “Open it and find out.”
For a moment, his eyes searched hers as though in disbelief, but that quickly passed. Releasing a heavy breath that was underlaid by a low growl, he grasped the ribbon and, keeping his gaze locked with hers, slowly unraveled the knot.
“I want you, Broxen,” she said as the loosening bow slipped to her waist. “And if you want me, I’m yours.”
“You are.” There was no question in his voice, no uncertainty in his expression. “Ah, female, you’ve always been mine.”
Tearing the ribbon away, he closed the distance between them, captured her face between his hands, and claimed her mouth with his. He kissed her savagely, with a possessiveness that laid claim to her very soul; his lips branded her forever with his heat and passion. Gabriela closed her eyes and gave in, returning the kiss with her reckless abandon. His mouth was an inferno, and his tongue stoked that firestorm as it twined and danced with hers, building the flames higher and higher.
She thrust her hands into his hair, sliding them up until she grasped the roots of his horns.
Broxen shuddered and growled, dropping his hands to her ass and squeezing it. She felt the prick of his claws against her skin, and the sensation only made her wetter. He lifted Gabby, clutching her against him, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.
He strode forward and laid her on the bed, coming down over her. She welcomed his weight, craved it, and moaned when she felt the length of his cock against her pussy. Broxen snarled and tore his mouth from hers, leaving her lips burning in the aftermath of his fiery kiss.
His mouth seared a path down her neck and shoulder, where she felt the light scrape of his fangs. She shivered.
“I claim you tonight, my mate,” he said, his breath hot against her flesh. “You will be filled with my seed, you will bear my scent, my mark.”
“Yes,” she whispered, tilting her head back as he trailed more of those searing kisses along her collarbone. “Make me yours, Broxen.”
His mouth dipped to her chest, and his lips brushed between her breasts as he slid his hands under her. Gabriela arched her back, and his fingers made quick work of her bra clasps. Broxen caught the front of her bra between his teeth and tugged on it. She shifted, letting the straps slide off her shoulders so she could withdraw her arms.
He snapped his head to the side, flinging the bra away, before turning his heated gaze back to her.
“I’ve dreamed of these,” he said, cupping her breasts with his big hands. “My imagination did them no justice.”
Broxen stroked his thumbs over her nipples, and Gabby gasped. Her nipples budded beneath his touch. He circled and stroked them as he squeezed and kneaded her breasts. The ache within them, within her core, intensified, making her breathless.
“You are beautiful, female.”
He dropped his head and captured one of her nipples between his lips. Gabriela whimpered at the heat of his mouth, her hands flying to head. He sucked her nipple deep, his tongue grazing it and twirling around it over and over.
“Mmm.” She closed her eyes.
His fangs pressed against the tender flesh of her breasts, bringing the faintest whispers of pleasure-pain. Instead of making her afraid, that sensation thrilled her, awaking a craving she never knew she’d had.
She brushed her thumbs over the bases of his horns, caressing them, making him shudder and groan as her pelvis moved of its own accord to rock against his abs. But it wasn’t enough. Her clit, throbbing in need, remained untouched, and that space within her remained hollow.
Broxen caressed her breasts and lavished her nipples with his tongue until they were tender, and she was writhing. The insistent throb between her legs became too much.
“Broxen…please,” she begged.
He released her nipple, placing a gentle kiss upon it as he looked up at her. “Is my female in need?”
“Yes. Yes, she needs very much.”
His lips stretched into a rakish grin.
“And what does she need?” He lowered his head and trailed kisses down her belly, sliding his body lower as he did so.
Gabriela’s breath quickened as she watched his mouth move farther down her body. When that long tongue of his swirled around her belly button, she grasped the bedding beside her and said, “I…I need your cock.”
Broxen’s mouth was about to touch the waistband of her panties when he paused. He lifted his head slightly, closed his eyes, and inhaled through his nostrils. His lips peeled back, baring those fangs. “Think you need my tongue first.”
Gabby could’ve come just from those words alone.
Oh God, yes.
Broxen rose onto his knees and hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties at either hip. She lifted her bottom without hesitation, allowing him to slide her underwear off.
“So wet.” He rubbed his thumb over the damp spot in her panties. Bringing them to his face, he inhaled and released a low growl that made her pussy clench. “You smell delicious, Gabriela.”