painting the night with brush strokes of gray: (Closed thread)

Nicholas surveyed the club. He had walked every inch from the roof to the basement. Every door and opening was secured whether reinforced or warded or both.

The Angeles brothers, those left were seated together in a room. They were tired as some had helped with the wards after seeing to Antonio’s body. There was still the matter of his final rights but it would wait until Gabriel had returned.

Ehlana sat with Darian and the rest of the band though all looked up as Nicholas entered the room. He put a hand up. ‘Nothing. All is secure and quiet. The pack is patrolling. We will take our turns as well. When Gabriel has seen to Imogen we will take care of Antonio and then I have some things to discuss with Gabriel.” He looked at Ehlana. “You will oversee the others while I do that.”

There was curiosity in her eyes but the woman said nothing.

The place was quiet but all could feel it in the air. The weight of anticipation. Had they done enough, would it be enough, could they stop Dimitri. It even passed through a few of their minds that perhaps they didn’t need to but that was quickly cast out as they remembered he had killed their own and mortals in cold blood. Not for food but to help his twisted mind find one woman. This made him a villain, a monster in his own right but also very, very dangerous.
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She didn’t need to ask or even hint. He knew what she needed. She felt everything returning, put back in place but this, this would be the final piece. As he blood moved through her body, Imogen reached between them to hold him and as the tip brushed her entrance he entered her.

He pressed up as he eased her hips down. She took him in slowly, bit by bit until she rested, astride his hips once more and his cock was deeply embedded inside of her. Imogen closed her eyes and remained still for a moment. Her lips parted and she wanted to speak, to moan...anything but she was relishing this, letting it complete her healing.

Morgan had tried to take her away, to lock her up and hide her from him. She would have turned her over to Dimitri to save her neck but now, she was back in the arms of the one she belonged to.

She moved slowly. Her eyes opened and her mind reached out to him. I feared I had lost you...I feared… He hit deep, brushed and pushed against her cervix and she did moan as her body began to hit its peak. “Gabriel....” She came. She moved slowly not wanting to rush it wanting to know it was real and he was here with her now.
 
There was so much need in both of them. So much was being brought about by their joining. His physically sliding inside her was almost a symbol of the connection that was taking place in their minds. Like a flower blossoming her mind was opening to him. He let his mental touch brush along her thoughts. Soothing over mental scars, almost as if rubbing salve into a wound. He flooded her with so much love, and desire to protect her that there in that moment was no room for anything else.

His groan of pleasure was low, a purr of satisfaction as gravity caused him to slide deep into her body. He rested there pressing against her depths. He felt her voice in his mind even as she started to rock against his hips. She was almost laying atop him and so it was more a back and forth than an up and down. A silken glide that drew animalistic noises from deep in his chest. He found himself stroking her hair, tenderly claiming her as his.

The slow grind brought her peak rapidly. He could feel the cracks in her mind closing even as her pleasure rippled through her body. He breathed his mental touch into her, sharing in her joy that they were together. He was beyond words in that moment though. He could not tell her how scared to lose her he was, he could only give her the impression of his joy to have her, his love for her. Though he had not known her a long time, he recognized her as his, the other half to his should, and he was very unwilling to let her go. He had given her everything he was without hesitation. He knew that he had therefore demanded the same of her, but he had not asked anything of her that he had not first given her himself. “I love you,” Three words were uttered aloud near her ear. However, they were all that needed said. They were irrevocably true. She was his again, and Gabriel intended to do anything necessary to keep her as his.
 
Imogen felt him. Mind, body and soul. They moved together and she returned to him, whole once more. His very presence wiped away the fear and hurt. Morgan had tried to break her, make her weak but he made her stronger. It was the seeking of him, even when she could not remember his name that had kept her going.

The pleasure moved through her as Imogen rode him in a slow sensual roll of her body. Her nipples brushed his chest as she leaned in, kissing him deeply. Imogen closed her eyes as he whispered in her ear.

“I love you, Gabriel...never will I be parted from you.” She tilted her head, baring her neck to him so that he could feed if he desired and complete the circle.

Her breathing grew deeper, more rapid as her body kept moving. She was going to cum again. “Gabriel…” Her hips moved in slow, long motions as muscles tensed and released, squeezing and massaging him.

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Dimitri felt it. His hands went to his head and he fell to his knee. Something was wrong. Something was happening. He could feel her mind blocking him out, cutting him off from her. It had to be the other, the one who sought to claim her in this life. No, her soul was in there and that meant this woman was his.

He could not let this happen. He was not ready but grew panicked that things were not coming together fast enough.

I am coming, my starlight..I will have you back…
 
Sensual. Her movements were nothing less. His hands rubbed her back as they moved together. She bared her neck and his growl was low. She was tempting him, such a free offer. He would need to control himself because she could not afford to give much. But the exchange would strengthen their connection.

His left hand slid deep into her hair, supporting her head, cradling her close. The other hand on her back. His incisors lengthened against his tongue and he bit into her neck with one motion. He moaned low as he tasted the spicy sweet flavor of her blood. It was so unique to her. No one tasted like her. No one would ever taste that good to him again.

His growl was low against her throat. He drank as he pressed deep and released up into her. He swiped his tongue over the bite closing it to prevent taking too much. However, he kept his lips against her neck, breathing through his release. Their bond was strengthening. And he hoped it would be enough to keep Dimitri out. He held her close cradled against him, feeling every curve, her weight so satisfying as he held her. “Mine,” he purred in her ear.
 
It was complete and with it the last cracks of her mind, her fears of loss and abandonment were covered and smoothed away. His hands held her to him as she moved against his body. She rode out her climax knowing her body wanted more.

Days ago she had not even known she needed him and now she could not imagine life without him. As his teeth sunk into her and he took the first draw of her blood, Imogen came again. It would have made her body buck and convulse if he was not holding her as tightly as he was. The noise that came from her was inhuman. Not even a breath later Gabriel was filling her womb with his release. The building trembled.

She laid against him. She was breathing hard. Her face was in his neck, nestled there. "Yes, yours Gabriel. For eternity." Imogen nuzzled his neck. She felt herself once more but also...more than herself.

"I thought I had lost you. I have never felt such pain, such fear. What happened? I was called up to the roof, to you and then...there was blackness and hunger and a wall. In my mind, there was a wall. I could not remember who I was and I could hear your voice and while I did not know you, I knew you." Imogen lifted her head to look into his eyes. She kissed him, the remnants of their feeding on both of their tongues. She shivered feeling almost drunk in a way.
 
Gabriel seemed to be considering her questions very carefully very seriously as he lay beneath her after she had slumped against him spent from her pleasure. He stroked her hair as he considered. “I do not have all the answers little one, but you were certainly kidnapped by someone, most likely Morgan. She imprisoned you. She has great control over minds. She befuddled you and with Dimitri still seeking you it had cut you off from me.”

As he spoke, he never stopped touching her as he rose from the bed and floated her into the bathroom. He perched her on the edge of the tub and continued to speak in that soothing rumble. “She could fog your mind but she could not make you completely forget me. Your soul knows me now, you are the other half to my soul, the light to my darkness. You have forever saved me from going rogue, from becoming the very thing I hunt. That bond cannot be so easily broken, even by one such as Morgan, ancient as she is.” He leaned in to give her another kiss just like the one she’d given him in the bed before he had swept her up.

When the water was high enough, he lifted her down into the water sinking down he positioned her in his lap, facing him. “Can you already feel what our bond has done to me?” he asked in her ear, his erection pressing along her sex and under her bottom.

Gabriel knew they had business to attend to. They had to perform a funeral right for Antonio, but he was not willing to be done with his mate yet. His partner in all things was now stuck with him, he would not easily let her out of his sight again.
 
Imogen could feel herself settling a little. She felt calmer, better now that she was in his arms and he had helped bring her back to herself. “I will never let anyone imprison me like that again. She has been doing that in some fashion my whole life but this...this was beyond anything else. She was going to- I don’t know but they were moving me when Antonio-”

She was curled in his arms as he carried her to the bathroom. “No. She could not make me forget you. I needed to get out to find the thing that my soul cried out for.” Their kiss was once again deep and consuming.

Hot water. It felt good after being locked away as she had been. His arms, his body under hers felt even better. Imogen looked into his eyes. She moved a little in his lap, rubbing very gently against him. He was hard...very hard. The event had clearly affected him as much as it had her. Maybe more, she was still young, had not seen and done the things he had. “I never want to be without you. Never again. I cannot bear even the idea of it, Gabriel. I belong with you.”

She kissed him, sucking on his lower lip. “You are what kept me from going completely mad. I knew I needed to find you...even if I did not know your name.” Her lips were on his again, hungry and demanding. Her tongue slipped into his mouth.
 
Gabriel pressed himself against her, unconscious moans filling the air as she kissed him with her hunger. The hunger matched the one inside him, the burning desire for her that felt like it would only grow stronger as time went on. He needed to feel her take him inside her. He lifted her in the water, using her body to help his shaft stand up snagging it between her lips. He finally reached down to steady his cock rubbing it along her sex. He moved her body urging her to take him inside her inch by inch.

His growl was low, full of need. “You are mine,” he said kissing down her jaw to her neck, tongue moving over her pulse. “I will not be parted from you so easily ever again. I will keep you safe. It is my honor, my duty to protect you always.”

His hands slid into her hair, controlling her head as he tilted it to allow him to kiss down her throat as he pushed up with his hips, settling her fully in his lap. He could feel how deep he was inside her, the heat of her body as warm as the water or more so. He hadn’t planned to feed from her now, but his kisses teased that he could if he wanted.
 
The hunger, need for him grew as they kissed. He pulled her in. Imogen moaned. “Yours.” Her body eased down. Her warm core took him in, engulfed him and brought them together once more. “Yours forever, Gabriel.” Their kisses grew harder, more insistent.

“Do it.” She could feel the scrape of his teeth, the tease of his bite. “Feed, take my blood, strengthen this bond between us.” Her hips moved, slowly back and forth. Her torso remained still as she focused on just her hips and sex. “Do it as you fill my body. I give you all of me, forever.”

He had turned her out of necessity. He had known she was his but for Imogen it had all happened so fast and so out of her control. She knew they were together, bonded and her life was his and his, hers but it was now, after she had been ripped from him and hidden away that she saw it with a new clarity.

Her lips were on his ear. “My heart beats in time with yours, my breath with yours. Drink from me, make love to me and we will find our pleasure together. Tonight and every night from now on.”

Her inner muscles squeezed his cock, embedded so deeply into her body. She rolled her hips forward and back, slowly as she had no desire to rush this. Her breasts pressed to his chest and her arms circled his neck.
 
She had joined them in so many ways. She had willing wrapped herself around him, arms about his neck, legs around his waist. His hands were on her. One in her hair at the back of her head, the other at the small of her back feeling the movement of her hips.

The fire within both of them burned. It cleansed them, brought them together. Her sultry invitation had Gabriel’s fangs growing, scraping again her skin. He would wait for the right moment to penetrate her in that way to join them in both ways. He needed to wait for the perfect moment. For now, he let the anticipation of what could follow, would follow, build.

It had all happened so fast, yet, as was normal for their males he knew irrevocably that she was his forever He would never let her go, even if that meant killing their enemy to defend her. After her kidnapping she seemed also to know him even more. It was like her soul had cried out for its other half and she now truly believed that was him.

He did not wish to rush this either as he felt her rock atop him. “Imogen,” he breathed her name in her ear. “Every night will be ours. Join me in pleasure now,” he urged her closer, feeling the full breasts pressing to his chest, he let his tongue again dance over her pulse before he bit deep.
 
His hands, her body...that was all there was. She needed him, needed their connection. She did not know where she ended and he began. This was what they both needed. The bed had been the reunion, the moment they needed to both feel safe but now was reconnection and emotion.

She rocked and moved against him, longing to feel him penetrate her but enjoying the anticipation and build up.

“Yes, ours forever now, my love...my all…” Her head went back as he sunk his teeth in. She tensed in his lap and gasped as she came from the feeling of his teeth. “Say my name again...I long to hear it on your lips again...please, Gabriel…”

Her nails raked over his back lightly. She felt her own teeth grow and brought her face into his neck. She could smell his blood, felt his soul. She was breathing heavily as he fed from her.

We are one. I will never be without you again, Gabriel. I will never let anyone tear us away from each other. Not Morgan, not Dimitri…

She trembled in his arms as she came again. She was slippery, dripping against him and between them. Imogen moaned into his neck. Take me.
 
He fed on her, enjoyed her flavor. He could also feel the brush of her fangs on his throat. He pressed his hand to the back of her head, urging her to connect them, to make a circle of their pleasure of their need.

He was already inside her, but at her urging he pressed up with his hips, urged her down with the other arm, forcing them harder together. “Mine forever Little one,” he murmured against her skin.

He truly knew the truth of her words. He would never let another divide them. Not Morgan, Not the Angeles brothers, and certainly not that bastard Dimitri. He knew she was his and that was all there was.

“My Imogen,” he growled against her throat, giving in to her fervent request, saying her name. “You are mine Imogen, and I forever claim you as my mate, my bonded partner.” He had already claimed her, but now in this moment he reaffirmed that claim to her. He rocked her in a steady rhythm, forcing his hips up, bouncing her in his lap, creating such a delicious friction.
 
Imogen did not fight the urge. His hand made it clear that he wanted this. Her teeth sunk into his neck with no pretense. The rush of his blood into her mouth made her climax and she swallowed it down as he drank from her.

He did as she asked and thrust up as he pushed her down, bringing them together more firmly. Her mind reached out to his to let him feel her pleasure, her desire for him.

Her tongue swept over the marks of her fangs as Imogen gasped. Her body moved a little against his. The rhythm they built was perfect. Not too fast but not slow. His movements up were hard and hers matched ensuring he hit as deeply and as fully as possible. “Yours and you are mine.” She wanted to tell him that she had not known when he walked in only days ago that this was how it would end up but that she knew with certainty that she belonged to him. She didn’t care what Dimitri told her in her mind or what memories she carried. She didn’t even care what bloodline she supposedly was but what she did care about was him.

Their breathing matched, their pounding hearts. “Forever, my dear one..” Imogen came, pushing down hard in his lap. “Gabriel!”

The room trembled a little as the wave of energy radiated out from her and into the building.
 
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