Chapter 344
Chapter 344
Isabella's POV
The full moon hung high, like a silver medallion, casting a crisp glow over the forest edge. I stood beside Gabriel, breathing deeply of the damp earth and fresh grass scents that permeated the night air.
It had been months since the children were born. Tonight, Sarah and Ryan were taking care of Lucian and Olivia, giving Gabriel and me our first real night alone since Olivia's birth. Standing at the forest's edge, the wild energy of the full moon surged like a tide, stimulating my werewolf senses, making my blood boil in my veins.
In the past, due to an attack from rogue werewolves, I hadn't been able to fully experience the Wild Hunt. Tonight, I longed to reclaim that lost experience, to truly feel the wild feast that belonged to me.
I moved closer to Gabriel, feeling his body heat through my thin white dress. His eyes glowed golden in the moonlight, his gaze intense.
"Tonight's moon is full, Alpha," I whispered, my voice echoing in the darkness with a hint of seduction. "Are you ready to play a real game with your Luna?"
Gabriel's lips slowly curved into a smile, "What are you planning, Isabella?"
I laughed softly, stepping backward, my bare feet sinking into the soft moss. "Can you catch me?" I raised an eyebrow, my eyes challenging. "Don't disappoint me."
I lifted the hem of my dress slightly, revealing more skin. Gabriel's eyes followed my movement, his gaze becoming deeper with desire, his breathing growing heavier. "Do you really think you can escape, Isabella?" he growled, "Tonight, I won't let you go."
Without warning, I spun and darted into the forest. Behind me, Gabriel released a low growl, suddenly giving chase. The thrill of being pursued sent adrenaline coursing through my veins, my body warming slightly with anticipation.
I weaved between trees, occasionally hiding behind thick trunks, glancing back to catch glimpses of the shadow-like figure closing in. Gabriel deliberately slowed his pace, toying with his prey, savoring every moment of the chase. At times, he released a threatening growl that shook the entire forest.
I knew he could catch me at any moment, but he was addicted to this game, just as I was addicted to the thrill of being chased. Sometimes, he would suddenly lunge forward, briefly embracing me, his nose tracing along the sensitive skin of my neck, inhaling my scent deeply, his hot breath fanning against my skin, sending shivers through me.
His hands caressed my waist and thighs, touches brief yet invasive. Then, he would deliberately release me, allowing me to continue running.
Each time he caught me, I playfully struggled in his arms, my hands pushing against his chest, feeling the solid muscles tense beneath my palms. My laughter and rapid breathing echoed through the forest, yet my body yearned for his touch the moment I broke free, desire growing increasingly intense in the air.
The game was intoxicating. Longing became almost unbearable as time passed. Suddenly, Gabriel accelerated, closing the distance between us in the blink of an eye. His powerful body collided with mine, bringing us both down onto a soft bed of moss and fallen leaves.
I could feel my body responding to his transformation. Our scents mingled in the night air, wild and uninhibited.
Gabriel pinned me beneath him, his knee wedged between my thighs, his hands capturing my wrists and holding them above my head. This position left me completely exposed beneath him, my chest rising and falling with each rapid breath, my body instinctively responding to his dominance.
He lowered his head, his nose traveling from my collarbone to behind my ear, inhaling deeply, a satisfied growl vibrating in his chest. His tongue darted out, licking the sensitive skin of my neck, leaving moist, hot trails, his teeth grazing my collarbone, leaving a shallow love bite.
"Gabriel." I gasped as his teeth touched my skin again, my voice carrying a slight tremor.
His claws lightly traced down my sides, continuing down to my thighs, leaving thin red lines that brought a tingling numbness. These sensations triggered waves of pleasure within me, causing my body to involuntarily arch up against him.
"Say my name again," his voice was husky and low, "Louder."
I hesitated for a moment, caught between defiance and submission. "Gabriel," I said softly, then repeated more loudly, "Gabriel."
He rewarded my submission with a deep bite at the junction of my neck and shoulder, sending a clear message: you are mine. The pressure of his teeth against my skin drew a moan from my lips.
Gabriel's mouth moved downward, finding my breast through the thin fabric of my dress. Even through the material, I could feel the heat of his mouth, his tongue circling my sensitive nipple, sending electric-like waves of pleasure through me.
My back arched, pressing myself more firmly against him, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to my chest, my body instinctively seeking more friction.
One hand roughly pulled down the straps of my dress, fully exposing my breasts to the cool night air, my nipples hardening from both the cold and desire. Gabriel lowered his head, capturing one nipple in his hot mouth, his tongue swirling around it, teeth gently biting, bringing a hint of pain mixed with endless pleasure.
His other hand slid down my waist, unhesitatingly pushing aside my underwear, his fingers exploring to find me already soaking wet.
"Damn, Isabella, you're so wet for me," he growled, his fingers slowly sliding through my wetness, teasing the most sensitive folds. I whimpered, my hips instinctively rising, actively meeting his touch, craving deeper penetration.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes greedily watching me writhe beneath him. He slid one finger into my core, feeling my tight embrace, while his other hand continued kneading my nipple, the pressure alternating between gentle and firm, making me gasp repeatedly.
"Look at me, Isabella, I want to see your lewd expression when you come for me."
I forced my heavy eyelids open, meeting his gaze. He began moving his finger, thrusting slowly and deeply, his thumb circling my clit, bringing torturous pleasure. His other hand moved from my breast to my buttocks, squeezing hard, pressing me more tightly against his palm.
"Spread your legs, let me see how much you want me."
I obeyed without hesitation, spreading my legs wide, completely opening myself to him. "That's it, baby," he encouraged, "I'm going to add another finger now, feel how tightly you grip me when you come. Do you want me to make you come? Want me to fuck you until you scream?"
"Please," I whispered, "I want you to make me come, Gabriel... fuck me, please."
When neither of us could stand the teasing any longer, Gabriel finally tore off his own clothes, revealing his hot cock, and without hesitation, thrust into my pussy.