Soul Enslaved (Sons of Wrath Book 3) (34 page)

“Crystal.”

Like a phantom, he slid back into the darkness, the silence keeping her on guard until the distant slam of a door relaxed her muscles.

Twisting back to her route, Sabelle continued on. Reaching Gavin’s cell, she hesitated a moment, before stepping out of the shadows into his line of view.

***

When Gavin finally stilled, his breath caught, heart beating a frantic rhythm in his chest.

Sabelle stood outside the cage with a folded blanket spilling from her arm, her willowy silhouette showing through the pale white gown she wore. Like an angel with a flaming red halo.

“
Sabelle
!” His body screamed for her, reveled in the excitement of having her close—close enough to take.

She placed a finger to her lips. “Shhhh!” With trembling arms, she slid the bars to the side and stepped into his space, standing across from him.

Staring.

Her eyes roved his body, softening to what Gavin surmised as sadness. “I don’t know if it was a good idea … coming down here.” She rubbed her arm, her gaze wandering the cell. “It’s so cold. And dark. I can’t stand the thought of you being down here alone.” She cast her gaze downward. “I brought you a blanket.”

His chest heaved as he bottled in the thoughts plaguing his mind.

***

Sabelle tiptoed across the concrete toward his bed, her nerves bouncing like a downed electrical wire. Fear and excitement tangoed inside her gut—one warning her to keep her distance; the other winning the argument to go to Gavin.

“
Sabelle
,” Gavin hissed.

She resisted the urge to let her eyes roll back as the seduction in his deep tone traipsed her spine and caressed her body. Beast or not, Gavin’s voice lit a flame inside her blood.

His tongue swept his teeth, and his lip curved into a smile. Fingers curled into fists, as his hips thrust forward, grinding against nothing, but the bulge peeking through his pants called out to her on its own. “Come here, beautiful. I want to tell you something.”

She couldn’t move. As if paralyzed, she remained bolted to the floor.

The change had gotten worse, evident in the much deeper tone of his skin and bright red glow of his eyes. Horns protruded from his head—yet the only thought that prowled through her mind was how they’d give her something to hold on to, while that long, wet tongue danced between her thighs.

As if the expression on her face gave away her thoughts, he licked his lips and writhed against his binds. “Be a good girl.” Lust dripped from his every word. “Release me.”

Instead, Sabelle set the torch into the wall sconce. “I’m going to
give
you some release, Gavin.”

“No. Unlock the chains.”

Of course he wanted her to free him. He’d surely pounce on her, first chance he got. She shook her head.

The clink of metal gave only a second’s warning, as he lurched upward, forcing her to back up a step. His binding forced him back down, and sweat coated his heaving chest. His usually perfect black hair sat in complete disarray atop his head, kinking her fingers with the urge to run her hands through it. How long had he suffered in the waves of pain wracking his body?

“
Release me
!” His command bounced off the cold stonewalls.

Without a word, Sabelle reached out a hand, smoothing her fingertips over his slick pectoral, which flinched at her touch. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back. Muscles sagging then tightening.

She’d have to be wary of those fangs, primed to sink into her flesh. As late as he was in his Savidon, he could be capable of anything. Once that happened, it’d be all over. Sabelle would not only be helpless, but claimed, too.

Bonded, just like her mother. Her mother, who, be it genetically prone or based on the evolution of a shitty coupling, had turned from a decent person to a sadistic bitch.

Because of a bond.

Even so, something called her to Gavin—a draw that, in spite of the burn, left her craving the flame.

After draping the blanket across the end of the bed, she knelt beside him. “It kills me to see you this way,” she whispered before leaning in to his throat, where his growl vibrated against her lips.

Sabelle pushed against his chest, easing him back to the bed and pulled his slacks down over his hips until his long, thick cock sprung free. She swallowed a harsh gulp at its size—absolutely perfect, but gag city. She’d deep-throated men before, had even been told she had some talent, but Gavin’s cock had her throat bobbing a warning of bad things to come.

He adjusted his hips, and it rested against his abs.
It
. Like a beast with a mind of its own.

She closed her eyes and licked her lips. Behind her lids, Sabelle imagined herself taking him in her mouth, all the way to the hilt and … her eyes flipped open, quickly batting away the visuals of throwing up all over his stomach.

Pushing past the lump in her throat, Sabelle directed her gaze on his perfect tip, the small bit of fluid twitching her tongue. “I want to suck you.” She drew in a breath, lowered her face, and kissed his stomach, smiling as his muscle flinched against her mouth.

Human men sometimes achieved perfection in their form. That chiseled look to their abs that made a woman want to run her fingers across it. Gavin’s defied the meaning of perfection. They were tight, carved, and looked flexed even in his relaxed state.

Shadows lurked across the stones, averting Sabelle’s gaze. A blackness settled around her like an ominous spectator, watching, waiting.

Chains rattled. “Gods, woman. You leave me mad with anticipation.”

“There’s … something evil. I feel it.” Whether by instinct, or simply a need to make it go away, Sabelle blew at the plume, satisfied as it dispersed and vanished.

Returning to her ritual, she blew across Gavin’s skin, while he lay writhing beneath her.

“
Sabelle
!” His strangled voice still carried a beastly thickness but his skin had begun to lighten back to his bronzed tone.

A kiss to his lips hushed his protest.

Lower, she kissed until her chin hit the tip of his cock. An upward glance showed Gavin’s head tipped back, chest rising and falling with steady breaths. Bergamot filled her nose and Sabelle sucked it in, as a tingle hit her tongue and brightness shone in her periphery. His scent had drawn out her seductive half.

Mouth watering, she gave a long, lazy lick around his tip before she slid her lips across it. The orange-musk scent overwhelmed her senses until she damn near tasted it on his flesh.

Delicious.

Another long lick up his shaft flinched his thighs, and that taste filled her mouth.
Heavenly
. She wet her lips and devoured his head, halfway to the base of him, where the smell of his flesh seemed to be stronger. Sabelle felt ravenous. Hungry for it. Up and down his shaft, she sucked at the taste, and her body energized, thrilled, as waves of lust beat through her blood.

Mmmmm.

“Fuck!” Gavin bucked his hips below her. “Ride me.”

She ignored him, and his sweet flavor puckered her taste buds like candy. The buzz, like sugar. His length hardened inside her mouth, and she couldn’t reach the base of him without his tip hitting the back of her throat. That flavor, though—she’d never had anything like it. Sabelle continued to bob, nails digging into his thighs with each greedy suck and lick.

“
Sabelle
.” His moan urged her on, tickled her spine, and heightened the fervor to taste his release in her mouth.

Not that she professed to be an expert in a male’s Savidon, but if she could get him to come, maybe his beastly behaviors would lessen.

The unbroken squeak of the cot in her ears cheered her on. She upped the pace and gripped his balls, massaging them with one hand as her fingers dug into his thigh muscles to hold him down. He was close. Heat radiated against her fingertips, his cock so hard it must’ve been painful.

His entire body trembled, the tension ready to break and explode. His grunts bounced off the walls.

She needed more. Craved the taste of him filling her mouth. Sabelle lifted her head from his groin, catching sight of his body, stiff and rigid, a look of sheer agony across his face. “Come for me, Gavin. Give me what I crave.” Her voice was not her own but had a deep, smoky, tone to it. “You want it. You need release. Give it to me.”

She took him in her mouth once more and lapped the orange flavor, as Gavin’s natural scent strengthened, overriding her senses. Her hand moved beneath his thigh, gripping his flexed ass cheek.

“Ah!
Feshjule
!” His body planked, rigid as stone. “
Sabelle
!”

Warmth hit the back of Sabelle’s throat, and she swallowed, sucking him as he burst inside her mouth. She rose up onto her knees and continued to suck him, gripping his pulsing cock as she lapped every last drop.

“Sweet fucking gods, Sabelle,” Gavin spoke through heaving breaths, his voice somehow returned to normal. “Unchain me.”

“Gavin, are you … you’re not …” Blood trickled down his arm. “Are you bleeding?”

“I’m okay. Please, unchain me.” He rolled his head against the pillow. “Just got carried away in the moment, is all.”

Despite Xander’s words resonating in her head—
you touch that chain and you’re dead—
she nabbed the key to the locks, where they hung outside the cage, and set Gavin free.

With urgency, he tugged her to his face and smashed her lips to his. Both hands gripping the base of her neck, he placed his forehead to hers and bowed his head, his breaths unsteady. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” His fingers dug into either side of her head until he gripped her hair. “I’ve not felt release in
centuries
!” He breathed a laugh. “Since I was a pubescent young man. The relief! It’s more than I can describe.” He kissed her again. “Amazing. You amaze me, woman.”

She smiled, couldn’t deny the satisfaction brimming inside of her. “Come to bed with me. You’re safe now, right?”

“At the moment. I’m not sure what the evening will bring. This seems to get worse with each passing night.”

“Then, I’ll stay awake and sate you until morning, if I have to.”

Gripping each side of her face, he kissed her violently, possessively, claiming her lips. “You are fire in my veins. A storm inside my heart. Here, I have you in my arms and I still yearn for you.”

“Then, come to bed with me.”

***

Back inside his room, Gavin crawled into bed, beside Sabelle. With her back to him, he tugged her into his body, her curves melding into him, every inch of skin in contact with his, as he kissed her neck. The fact that the beast seemed quiescent could only mean one thing—his mind was convinced that Sabelle was his mate.

“Lying beside you isn’t making me desire you less.” He buried his face in her hair. “I intend to return the favor.”

“Gavin … there’s something you should know. About me.” She wriggled and turned to lie on her back. “I … well, there’s a reason I’ve never stolen a soul before.” Her eyes shied away from his. “I’m, uh …”

“You’re not a virgin. You have kids.”

“Right. I’m definitely not a virgin.” She rolled her head against the pillow. “I’ve never been flowerbombed, as we say.”

“Flowerbombed?” There wasn’t a definition he could possibly come up with to describe what she could’ve meant by the word.

“It’s when a succubus hasn’t reached renoshza. I’ve never orgasmed with a man before.”

Gavin reared back to get a look at her face. “Not even when you conceived the twins?”

Gaze downcast, she tightened her lip. “Especially not then. He came. I didn’t.”

“When you do it yourself?”

She shook her head. “I can get excited. I can touch myself. But I’ve never reached the ultimate climax on my own.”

“So, the other night when you touched yourself in front of me. Did you feel anything?”

“I felt a climax, but I know it wasn’t renoshza.” She fidgeted with the sheets. “When you break that seal, you become very powerful. Much easier to summon those powers of seduction. For me, it takes a lot of concentration. It’s why young succubi are so dangerous, and why they’re assigned a pimp right away. After renoshza, their powers of seduction are tenfold. Teenagers are crazy, anyway, but add a sex drive and a craving for souls, and, well … that’s why you have a bunch of kids with no fathers.”

“And yet, you have the power to seduce without it. So, you’ve been giving pleasure to men all your life without knowing how it feels in return?” Gavin rolled over her, arms supporting his weight at either side of her. “I think we need to do something about that.”

“Gavin … sex with me … the first time, I think it would be dangerous. A craving for souls would kick in. I’d want to kill, and the next thing I know, I’ll be my mother, getting high in a shit trailer with some no name kid.”

“I beg to differ. You’re a good person. It’s in your soul, Sabelle. Besides, I have other ways of making you come.” He leaned forward and kissed her. “Relax.”

“I can’t relax.”

From the nightstand, Gavin withdrew a long black piece of silk fabric. “Well, then, we’ll find a way to
make
you relax first.”

He tied the blindfold around her eyes.

Both of her hands flew to her face. “I don’t know about this.”

Gavin gently batted her hands away. “Do I need to tie you to the bed, as well?”

She shook her head.

“I want you to rest your arms at either side of your head. Unless I tell you to move them, you keep them there. Is that clear?”

She didn’t answer.

“Is that clear?” he repeated.

“You don’t understand … I can’t—”

“Is. That. Clear?” He brushed his finger across her cheek in an attempt to calm her. “My intent is to bring you pleasure. Not pain. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” She raised her arms, as told, and rested them on the pillow at either side of her head. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing out on all these years.”

Sabelle brought her knees together.

Gavin pushed them apart. “I want your legs spread for me at all times.”