Gabrielle Demonico (39 page)

“
Where is Armin?” she asked.

“
He will be here soon. Why?” he said.

“
No reason…” she said as she moved towards him one last time. The distance between their lips was almost immeasurable, the vibration of sound against them told her that much. There were no more words to be spoken and no more tales to be told. All that remained was a final leap of faith which the universe dared Anabelle to take. She wasn’t living in the hurt of the past or the anxiety of the future any longer. Instead, she grounded herself in the moment they now shared and surrendered all that she was.

She had made her decision and Tanner
’s tiger knew it.

It pounced immediately.

Caught by surprise, Anabelle started to fall backwards. He grabbed her and but as he did, their feet became entangled with one another. In a flash, they crashed to floor.

They both laughed hysterically as she fell against him.

Anabelle pulled her hair from her eyes and said, “I didn’t think this is the way I was going to go out. If I knew I was going to die from a broken hip, I might have decided otherwise.”

Tanner
looked up and her and laughed. “Yeah, I don’t get much out of that either do I?”

“
No! You don’t!” she said, as continued to laugh. Anabelle lay on top of him as they attempted to catch their collective breaths. After several seconds, the excitement of the fall began to wane and their eyes locked once again. Suddenly, the meaning of the moment had returned to their awareness.

Tanner reached behind Anabelle
’s head. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, twirled it in his hand and started to pull his lips towards hers. Anabelle had to resist every primal urge she had to crash her lips into his. She wanted nothing more than to sink into the warmth of his tender kiss, to proceed onward in the most ancient of rituals but a sudden need overwhelmed her.

She pulled her he
ad free of his grip. As she lay on top of him, she braced herself above him by placing her hands flat on floor on either side of him. She looked down into his eyes and said, “Tanner… I need to know something.”

Caught off guard, Tanner replied, “
Uhhm, yeah, of course Anabelle. What is it?”

In spite of everything that she
’d been told by the Professor and what
he had
told her
the truth was… She still didn’t know…
not
for certain. Without an answer, there was just too much at stake for her. No man had ever told her those words and if she was expected to take this most dangerous of steps with him and Armin, she had to have that crucial assurance.

“
It’s very simple. I need to know that you love me, Tanner.” She said.

“
How can you not know that already, Anabelle?” he asked.

“
Say it. You know how important it is for you to
say it
!” she exclaimed.

Without a moment
’s hesitation he grabbed her, held her face in his hands and said, “Anabelle…
I. Love. You.
And, I do not feel this way because I believe I must fulfill some ancient, arcane mantra. It is because I am
in love
with you – right here, right now. And, I don’t give a damn about anything else. From my soul I pledge this to you.”

Magnetically, Anabelle
was drawn into the passion of his statement. Whatever the risks might have been,
might still be
, it was beyond her capacity to care any longer. Her head drifted downward steadily until their lips locked and almost as quickly as it had started, the intensity of their kiss began to escalate.

In the narrow confines of the suite
’s hallway, their passions swelled and before Anabelle realized what was happening, they were groping one another with unbridled avarice. In the intimate space between them, Anabelle delighted in the scent of his tiger. The aroma had a definitive muskiness to it – sharply masculine and slightly sweet.

But it wasn
’t only her sense of smell that seemed heightened. All of senses seemed alive as never before. It was as if the universe had kept hidden them from her, stored away in trust, not to be revealed until the moment in time that they would be most needed, and appreciated. Now, that time had come. It was her gift to savor for embracing her heritage and her rightful place in their world and savor it, she would.

Tanner moved between her thighs and pressed the heaviness of chiseled core against her fluffy flesh. Anabelle reached up, placed her palms against his chest and closed her hands, digging in her nails into the fabric of his shirt as
she did. Tanner let out a deep groan and began to kiss Anabelle with increased vigor, as if her touch had set his passion completely ablaze.

Her hands continued to wander, just as his began to do so.

While she snaked hers behind him and then along the length of his heavily muscled back, he moved his towards her ample breasts. Reflexively, Anabelle’s lower back came off the floor and as it did, her bosom heaved upwards towards him. Her nipples had hardened like fleshy crystals and pressed into the wispy veneer of her bra. Anabelle’s excitement was plain for him to see as twin peaks of needful flesh jutted upwards and beckoned a respite from their neglect.

His palms moved deftly beneath her cotton tee. In one swift motion he pulled it up and with her help, qui
ckly removed it. Tanner began to move his head downwards until his mouth hovered perilously close to her right nipple. Through the sheer garment, Anabelle could feel the hot tease of his breath. The seconds seemed to pass like hours as he held there.

She m
oved slowly beneath him in syrupy agony and whispered, “
Please…
”

But speed was not on his mind at the moment. He seemed much more content with to enjoy her sexual distress. He continued to linger for several more seconds until at last his tongue emerged an
d brushed lightly against the silk of her lacy undergarment. Anabelle trembled as he rolled his thick appendage across one nipple, then to the other and back again. She arched her back out of instinct once more and as she did, it provided just enough room for him to slip a hand underneath. Craftily, he unhooked her bra and moments later, her breasts at last spilled free of their silken restraints and into his waiting hands, filling them completely.

Chills raced across her entire body as he massaged, squeeze
d and suckled her bosom. While he continued, her hands wandered lazily into his thick hair. Absentmindedly, she caressed and rubbed it as he devoured her supple ivory flesh like a starving animal might feast on a sorely needed kill. She felt herself starting to drift into a state of trance, losing herself in his touch and his tongue.

Her conscious mind was on the verge of no return when she suddenly felt his tongue begin to drift downward. As he moved, he traced a long, wet line down the center of her torso
. All the while, Anabelle fought to steady her breath which came in in haphazard gulps – fast and awkward. It didn’t help matters that an alarmingly large bulge beneath the denim of his jeans pressed against her thigh as he straddled her.

She re-gripped hi
s hair and snatched it by the roots in an attempt to control the rising tide that swelled up within her. However, that did precious little to slow her progress,
let alone his
, and before she realized what had happened he had arrived at the precipice of a dangerous place indeed. She made a last feeble attempt to forestall his advance with words but all she could manage to utter was pathetic grunt of protest.

“
Uuuunnhhhhhh…” she muttered.

She could hear him chuckle softly under his breath as her half-hearted
show of resistance bounced harmlessly off of him. The event was a forgone conclusion. She could participate willingly or she could feign protest and participate anyway. Either way, what happened next should have come as no surprise to her.

With ease, he li
fted her hips upward and began to remove her jeans. With a quick wriggle, they began to move downward towards her ankles until at last they came off with a quick tug. With precious little left to the imagination, Anabelle thought it only fair that he at least meet her halfway.

“
Your turn…” she cooed.

He smiled and said, “
Soon enough. We’ve got nothing but time. Relax…”

“
No,
please…
” she begged.

Without breaking his steely-eyed gaze upon her, he shook his head
‘no’ and wordlessly began to descend between her thighs. His large hands gripped her fleshy legs and spread them apart as he moved downwards. Anabelle could feel them tremble in his grasp and then before she could breathe or even think, he pressed his thumb against her clit.

Anabelle nearly came on the
spot.

“
Oooohhhhhh…” she groaned.

He began to make slow, tortuous circles upon it. Already inflamed, she could feel it pulse against the sheer material. More than anything she wanted it free, she wanted to feel his flesh upon her flesh, her softness against
his hardness and it needed to happen
soon
. Her head fell back onto the floor as she simultaneously began to massage her breasts.

Meanwhile, he continued to apply ever increasing pressure to her clit. It was a
wicked thing
he was doing – teasing, taunting and tempting. If she hadn’t been on the verge of climax, she thought that perhaps she would have probably been very angry about it. Luckily, she was able to avoid having those feelings become a reality…

For in that very moment, he pulled her panties to one
side, ripping as he went and plunging two thick fingers inside of her. She was beyond wet, her panties soaked through but in spite of that, his entry was still a snug one. Her body seized as his fingers invaded her folds and his mouth devoured her exposed clit.

Anabelle screamed out loud as he took control it and her
–
at last
.

She knew that she wasn
’t going to hang on very long. Tanner began to work his fingers along the inside of her walls with long, slow pulls against them. This was in sharp contrast to the ferocity of his tongue upon her swollen, tender bud. Anabelle’s mind bent and twisted into a jumble. Streams of color and sparkles of light flickered across the insides of her eyelids as the moment swelled up within her.

“
Yeah, yeah, yeah…” she chanted.

Her words seemed to motivate him even more. Tanner began to manipulate her with blinding speed and breathtaking skill, like the talented musician that he was. She was his instrument to play and Anabelle was on the edge of hitting the sweetest of all possi
ble notes. As if sensing it, he bit down hard on her clit, sucked it between his teeth and as he did, she erupted…

“
Ahhhhh!!! Ahhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!” she cried out. Her hips thrashed against his face, mouth and tongue as she exploded. She writhed beneath him as deep guttural sounds poured from deep inside of her soul.

The peak of the climax seemed to linger longer,
much longer
, than Anabelle could ever recall. She floated on a cloud of pure bliss, above all her worries and her troubled past. With loving intent, Tanner had guided her to this place of ultimate joy and as she reveled in it she realized how very fortunate she was. As the seconds ticked on, her peak began to withdraw from her until at least, bleary-eyed and frazzled, she gazed down between her thighs
shocked
at what she saw.

“
I see you started without me…” Armin said as he smiled and stood behind his brother.

Her mind, still clouded from the remnants of her orgasm, struggled to form a thought, let alone string a series of words together. Naked, w
et and inexperienced in matters such as these, she said that the first thing that came into her mind, “Fuck me, Armin…”

Anabelle felt completely at ease with just such a request. She knew that no matter what, she could trust them. Not only with her safety
but also with themselves and each other in this situation. Lesser men would shy away from the responsibility of sharing their mate and instead engage in self-indulgent behaviors like jealousy, envy or hatred. That would not be the case here – not with them.

She was
their
mate and the time had come for that to pass.

Armin smiled widely and without a word, began to strip away his clothing. Anabelle looked up at him with hunger as the bounty that Nature had to provided him emerged. Broad shoulders, dense pecs
and stacked abdominals led her eyes on fanciful journey downward until at last she witnessed the greatest of all gifts spring forth.

Her eyes boggled. Her pussy quaked.

“Step aside brother…” he said to Tanner.

“
Of course…” he replied.

Armin fell to his kne
es between Anabelle’s thighs. With his right hand, he grabbed at the thick base of his imposing man root. In fact, from her vantage point, it indeed looked as if it were more
tree
than man. She looked up towards him and noticed Tanner to the side. In many ways, he seemed to be enjoying the moment as much, if not more, than his brother.