NEWBORN: Book One of the Newborn Trilogy (31 page)

“Stop!” Gabriel moans at last. “Stop – don’t
finish me off!”

Sitting up, I wipe his pre cum from my lips.
Then smack them. “Doesn’t taste like magic,” I tell him,
grinning.

“Go fuck yourself.” But he’s grinning wider.
And he’s kissing me, the bliss of him making me lightheaded and
high. Here’s the taste I like! Cinnamon and sugar. Salty warmth is
hardly necessary!

Warmth is.

And I’m burning. On fire for him. For his
blond hair. For his white teeth. For his marble skin. Most of all
for those turquoise eyes! The same that claim my soul as their
property. I’m his for the ruining! I love it! I love him! The
sensation of him in my mouth. In my soul. Everywhere!

My pussy is exploding. Crying out for
desperate mercy. It wants pleasure. It wants fun. Most of all it
wants relief. Relief from the drenching, all encompassing agony
brought by unmet desire. All my senses have feasted. Except for
her. Tortured feelings are rippling up and down my body, making me
tense.

Gabriel massages my breasts as he kisses me.
I’m bursting, ripping apart with pleasure, and he hasn’t even
fucked me yet. I can’t imagine what it will be like. I think I’m
going to cry out. I don’t want to, but I don’t think I’ll have a
choice. It’s taking restraint now not to moan my pleasure.

Gabriel breaks from me. My mouth finally
free, I open it to speak. Clasping his hand over it, he silences
me. He pushes me up until my back is against the headboard and my
bottom sprawled across Kiri’s pillow.
Fuck!
I forgot – this
is
her
bed! Too late now… Gabriel is clasping my ankles,
keeping them high. Oh geez, I know what’s coming next. Him. His
thick, throbbing gloriousness.

“Take a deep breath,” Gabriel orders. This I
can’t help. I’m practically hyperventilating. But I take an
extremely obvious, deep breath to satisfy him. Fat lot that will
do. “Are you ready?” Oh wizards and their niceties. I guess they
can’t help themselves. I nod once. Close my eyes.

He thrusts into me.

My eyes fly open.

Holy fuck!

Crazily enormous! I feel him stretching me
apart, all my insides. Unbelievably, it doesn’t hurt! It – it…
feels good! It feels so wondrously good! Like a burning, aching
pain doused in cold water. It’s relief. Filling! Literally. His
cock is a battering ram breaking down my innocence. I love it! I
love it so much! I moan against him as he plunges in and out of me,
doing away with me.

I cry out in pain when he hits a crag. Only
happens once. The rest is a bed of bliss, of softly sensuous
massaging wet that threatens to drown me in pleasure. A living
thing can’t feel this good! It’s impossible. Surely I’ll have a
heart attack to pay for it. If I knew it was coming would I stop?
No…

Gabriel’s breath is coming in gasps, his own
pleasure shaking him. Closing my eyes, I listen to the sound of his
exertion. It’s like music to my ears, like waves lapping against
distant shores. As my hearing tightens, I make distinctions. His
breaths are coming faster, his pounding of my pussy quickening.

It’s coming like a far away tsunami.
Sometimes seeming close, sometimes far, but always on the horizon.
Always a threat. My heart rate is picking up. My breasts are
enlarged and aroused. My pussy is engulfed in flames. The tsunami
is going to put it out. It’s coming! It’s here! But I… I – I!

I burst around his cock, exploding into
screams of pleasure. My arms and legs spreading in every direction,
my body shuddering madly and bursting like a water balloon of sweat
over Kiri’s bed.

The tsunami has arrived.

Gasping for breath, I try and sit up. But I
collapse back to the bed, my body destroyed. Gabriel collapses in
place beside me. We lay there like wasted hounds, our exhausted
gasps falling in sync.

The residue of our pleasure is soaking the
bed beneath us. We’re in a pool of it. Geez, Kiri is going to be so
mad … you know what? Fuck her. She was getting all up in my grill
right before leaving. She deserves a little payback. Accusing me of
dating a ‘dangerous’ boy. What am I? A biker bitch?

Our gasping breaths subsiding, Gabriel frowns
at me.

“What?” I’m feeling self-conscious.

He shakes his head. “Nothing,” he says, his
brow furrowed. “I – I thought I smelled something a moment ago. For
a second I thought it was… Never mind. I wonder what Merri would
make if it.”

“How is Merri?” I’m hoping to distract
him.

Oh geez, do I smell? Smelling bad is a pet
peeve of mine. I can’t stand it. Getting up, I go to my chest of
draws. Finding my perfume, I spray it all over my naked body.
Liberally. There! That’s better.

“She’s well,” Gabriel muses from the bed,
watching me. “Started hunting at night like normal owls. Took me by
surprise. Funny owl…” His thoughts seem elsewhere. Probably on my
terrible odor.

Perfumed and fantastic, I go back to bed and
curl up beside him. His blond hair looks epic after sex. Maybe
because he swept it aside so much. It’s wonderful, messy, bringing
out the crazy turquoise of his eyes. Rubbing his sweaty chest, I
sink in for a simple kiss on the lips. Nothing special. Nothing
better.

I tell him, “You were amazing!”

Turquoise eyes reflect me. “So were you.”

“Has your life improved
now
?” I ask
playfully.

He gazes up at the ceiling, his tone mocking.
“Well, naturally.”

I’m about to respond when I recognize a
strange pang. It comes from afar, from many weeks back. Something I
don’t feel much anymore. Hunger! Not for Gabriel. Not for sex. For
food! Bizarre for it to come so randomly. I feel like I’ve lost all
touch with my body since coming to Evergreen State College. Well,
except when having explosive, orgasmic sex with my wizard
friend.

“Can I call you
my
wizard?”

Gabriel starts in surprise. “What?”

“I’m tired of calling you ‘my wizard
friend’,” I admit, blushing against the bedspread. “Now that we’ve
– you know – I should be able to call you
my
wizard!”

“I’ve never, ever heard you call me ‘your
wizard friend’,” Gabriel says. “But sure. Call me your wizard, your
boyfriend, your lover, your giver of all things. Anything so long
as I get to keep fucking you!”

I giggle helplessly. “You’re such a romantic,
Gabriel. You’re also my wizard!”

Splotches of red color the periphery of my
vision. Looking down for the first time since coming, I gasp still
air. Blood peppers Gabriel’s midsection. It’s splattered across his
legs and coloring his cock. Propping myself up, I look down. My
whole groin is covered in it. How didn’t I notice?

Gabriel is watching me. “Don’t worry about
that,” he says calmly, “It’s normal for a virgin. It won’t always
happen.”

I’m alarmed and confused. “But – but I don’t
understand! I didn’t feel any pain. It was all good… all
pleasure
.”

“I said
don’t
worry about it,” Gabriel
repeats, looking distressed. “Are you hungry?”

My thoughts are everywhere. “Yes,
strangely.”

“You look thin, Nora,” Gabriel says, his tone
chastising. “Unhealthily so. You need to eat more. Have you been
eating?”

To lie or not to lie? To lie. “Yes,” I tell
him.

“I’m not so sure,” he says flatly. “Either
way, eat more and more often. Understand?” Who the fuck does he
think he is? As I open my mouth to tell him off, he opens his.
“We’re not arguing about this! I don’t know if it’s anorexia or
not, but I’d rather you be healthy than thin. Tell me you
understand that.”

“I –” I begin.

“Tell me!”

“Okay, okay! I understand!”

Holy bejusus fuck!

What is with everybody lately? Still, I don’t
want to argue about it. So I’m going to change the subject.
“Gabriel, earlier you said I know you better than anybody. Did you
mean that?” To my surprise, I’m actually interested to hear the
answer to my distraction question. Who’d of thought?

He nods once, turquoise eyes searching mine.
“Yes I did, Nora. If you haven’t noticed, I’m a bit of a
loner.”

“I noticed,” I remark. “It – well – I thought
it was a strong opinion.”

He doesn’t blink. “It is.”

It’s time. I can’t go too long without saying
it. There is a shelf life for this type of response, unfortunately.
Because I
would
have liked more time. Oh well. Here goes
nothing, as they say.

“You know I love you, Gabriel.” Swiping my
hair behind my ear as I say this, I refuse to break his unrelenting
eye contact. I need to look as appealing as possible in this
moment. “Do you love me?”

He swipes his blond hair to the side of his
forehead. “You know I do,” he says to me. “I told you. Did you
forget?”

“I mean for – like – always. I want you to
say you’ll
never
stop loving me, Gabriel. I want to hear
it.”

Calm the fuck down you needy cunt
,
says my alter ego.
You’re going to ruin everythin
g!

You’re the only thing that needs
ruining!
I yell back.

“I will never stop loving you, Nora
Saynt-Rae,” Gabriel promises. “Never ever! For as long as we live,
I will be yours and you will be mine. Till the seas have claimed
the lands and the skies have claimed the seas and the sun has
claimed the skies, I will be your man! There,” he finishes, “how
was that?”

“Brilliant,” I answer. “Insanely brilliant,
actually. Almost overdid it but not quite. Well done. You are
magical on occasion, Gabriel.”

“I don’t care for your indictments.”

“Nor I for your vampire vendettas,” I inform
him.

We stare at each, neither surrendering. I
surrender. “But,” I tell him prophetically, “I fear our love will
not stand the test of time. The Puridites will come for us and rip
us to pieces. Perhaps not just our relationship but our bodies as
well. The clock has started ticking. They are coming for us.”

Gabriel narrows his eyes. “When did you
become so versed in these matters?”

“I’m repeating what you told me,” I say. “You
said they keep a look out for when wizards and Immags are
fraternizing. Disobeying their laws. We’ve done
it.
The
deed. They can tell, can’t they?”

A long pause. “Yes,” he responds.

I stare at him, panic rising inside me. I
didn’t mean all that. Didn’t mean
any
of it. I was joking –
being theatrical. I didn’t think they’d actually come. Didn’t think
they’d be able to tell as soon as we had sex.
Fucking fuck!
This is worse than I imagined. I am –
we are
– going to pay
for this!

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I yell. I fling
myself from his arms. “Gabriel, how could you! You kept it secret
from me!”

“That wasn’t my intention!”

I remind him, “Well, you did! Now we’re both
dead!”

He swipes blond hair to the side of his
forehead. “We’re not both dead,” he says, sounding exasperated.
“Relax, Nora! You’re giving them way too much credit. And me too
little,” he adds sourly.

I’m pacing up and down the center of the
small room, my thoughts on my tongue. “They’ll come for us! They’ll
know everything by the time they get here. They’ll kill you and
curse me. My life is over!” I’m feeling this truth for the first
time. “My parents will be so mad at me!”

“You’re mental.”

I turn on him. “Mental! You’re the one who
got us into this! Get us out!”

I’m astonished to see a smile playing about
his features. He’d be twirling his wand in his fingers if he had
it, I know. “
That
is my plan,” he reassures me, “to get us
out of this! Nora, you’re underestimating the magical skill and
talent required to become a Releaser at the Bureau of Beast
Control. I’m not an average wizard. Far above it. I thought you
would have figured that out.”

He doesn’t get this victory long. “Who will
come for us?” I snap, knowing the dreaded answer to my
question.

“Releasers from the Bureau of Beast Control,”
he answers, turquoise eyes bright with anticipation. “Why do you
ask?”

Geez, he likes to bait me, doesn’t he?

“Listen, Nora,” he continues, his smile
slipping, “The Bureau has been infuriating me. They’ve basically
left me out here to rot. They ignore my messages and assume I’ve
given up trying to find the Newborn
after
giving me a broken
Vampass… in any case, I don’t agree with the Puridite Party’s line
on wizard and Immag relations. If I’m going to indict myself in
protest, it’s going to be on that issue.”

None of this makes me feel better. “So it’s
political? You’ve endangered us because of your issues with the
Puridites?”

He appears surprised. “Yes. I – I thought
you’d approve, Nora. I’m making a stand for what I believe in. What
I believe is people like you and me should be able to enter into
relations if we so desire. Should be able to have sex if we desire.
Should be able to marry if we desire! That’s what I believe! How
about you, Nora? What do
you
believe?”

Stopping my pacing, I take a deep breath.
“Sorry for my outburst. I’m feeling kind of high-strung.”

He nods. “I can tell. I think you need to
eat. Your poor diet isn’t contributing to your reasoning
skills.”

The nerve! How dare he criticize me like
that!

“Stop telling me to eat! It’s annoying,
Gabriel!”

He’s scanning me perceptively. “I’ve touched
a nerve.”

“Undeniably!” I shoot. Was that a good
comeback? I’m not sure. I didn’t think before saying it. “Let’s get
along! I’m tired of fighting. Don’t criticize me and I’ll try not
to question you. Deal?”

“Deal,” he responds. Standing up, he comes to
me and soaks me in the sugar of his kiss. He breaks from me. “Let’s
get a shower,” he suggests. “Also, you may want to replace your
roommate’s comforter.”