Chapter 4: I ask now of Death
The large Lycan's nostrils flared wide and he drew back his lips in a feral smile. The scent he sought was well camouflaged, but not well enough. The tantalising whispers of the fragrance he detected immediately inflaming his arousal and passion. He flexed his naked torso, the powerful muscles beneath his furred skin rippling as if with the same anticipation he felt. He ran his tongue over sharp teeth and gave a rumble of satisfaction deep in his chest. Soon he would have his prey. He was certain, now, of where they were heading. He could avoid the tortuous route the smaller quarry would take and perhaps even get ahead of them and be waiting. He reigned in the howl of triumph that threatened to break free. He would save that until he was feasting on his prey's flesh.
The small waterfall and gentle stream were a welcome sight to eyes as blue as the sky that had covered the thick woodland canopy earlier that day. Walking in the stream would conceal scent and behind the waterfall that glittered like a diamond-encrusted curtain was a small cave in which refuge could be sought. Unhesitatingly, the slender body plunged into the slow-running water, the cold registering against pale skin, but unheeded. Striding purposefully, eyes fixed on the beckoning shelter behind the gentle cascade of water, safety would soon be attained.
As soon as the lithe body stepped through the veil of pouring water, the Lycan struck, wrapping long, strong arms around the small, willowy figure. The scent that had beguiled him throughout the hunt assailed his sensitive nostrils and he buried his face in blond hair and inhaled deeply. The sight of the pale skin had his eyes glittering with intent and he sank his teeth into a bare shoulder, sucking hard to leave a vivid mark.
"Mine," he growled gutturally, biting softly at the expanse of fragile flesh of the exposed throat.
"Yours," came the husky reply as two arms reached back to entwine around his neck. "Make love to me, Gabriel," David begged and then moaned as Gabriel crushed him in a strong embrace. Cold water poured down on his scalp and shoulders as the Lycan bent him backward into the edge of the falling water. The sensation made him gasp. He was pulled back from the waterfall and the Lycan's warm lips covered his. Searing, liquid heat flooded David's lower belly and washed throughout his whole body. He was like a living flame of love for the bigger male and Gabriel's hands moving on his body felt like fiery brands claiming him for eternity.
Gabriel revelled in the smooth flesh that contrasted so perfectly with his own heavily furred and which responded so eagerly to his touch. He thrust his tongue into the blond's soft mouth in imitation of what his straining staff would do in David's lower opening. Gabriel rumbled happily as the younger male returned the Lycan's ardour, slim fingers caressing every part of his muscular body that they could reach.
"Now!" David shouted over the pounding of the waterfall. He was more than ready to take his mate into his body. He pulled Gabriel's hips forward and hooked a smooth, slim leg around the bigger male's waist. Standing on tiptoe, David grasped the Lycan's rigid rod and seated the damson-hued head. David felt Gabriel's hand slide down and tap his other thigh. In response, the smaller man wrapped it around the Lycan's waist as Gabriel stood still, supporting them in a strong, widespread stance. As David pushed down and engulfed the tip of the stiff shaft, he mewled approvingly as Gabriel's arms supported him protectively. They held him securely as David sank down on long, thick flesh. When he was fully sheathed, they looked into each other's eyes, torrid turquoise locking with searing sienna and smiled.
"I love you, Gabriel." The words slipped out naturally, as always.
"I love you too, angel," the Lycan growled.
The joy that swelled David's heart was so immense that he let it out as an unbridled cry of joy. In response Gabriel threw back his head and released the howl of triumph he had restrained for so long. Then the Lycan moved his hips.
"Oh, Gabriel," David moaned as a bolt of bliss seared him.
Gabriel moved again, and the blonde wailed his approval. Cupping the firm nether cheeks of his diminutive mate in his hands, the Lycan rocked up into the tight heat that contrasted so vividly with the chill of the water that still meandered down David's pale flesh. Gabriel watched avidly as David's head fell back as he rubbed relentlessly against his mate's sweet spot. There was no need for adjusting; his shaft was a perfect fit, stimulating all the right places effortlessly.
David moaned mindlessly, as the thrusting flesh elicited ever stronger waves of pleasure, raising him to greater heights. The feel of the Lycan's lips, teeth and tongue on the tender flesh of his neck and shoulders kindled new blazes to add to the fire that raged within him.
The Lycan took the perfect, pink nipple before him between his teeth and tugged gently. He grinned ferociously at David's cry of pleasure which echoed off the damp rock of the cave, competing with the sound of the waterfall. Slender fingers dug into the solid muscles of Gabriel's shoulders as David bore down on his rigid length. Gabriel began an amatory attack on David's other defenceless nipple and growled deeply at the clenching of the tight sheath around his primed flesh. Gabriel paused and then thrust again to a new rhythm.
"I'm going to make you come, angel" he rasped in a voice like dark silk against David's ear. David's only response was a soul-deep moan as Gabriel nibbled and pulled on a diamond-hard, reddened nipple. Gabriel rolled his hips, eliciting a deeper groan from his young lover. David's pleasured sounds reverberated in the tiny space as Gabriel stimulated as many erogenous zones as he could reach. The vampire's arousal had become an uncontainable inferno resulting in grasping limbs and ardent, if incoherent, pleading. Gabriel was always overjoyed by the effect he had on his beautiful blond and the unrestrained passion of his smaller mate.
"Oh, oh, don't stop," David begged, gasping, his chest heaving. "Oh, Gabriel, that's so good, I'm going to come. Oh yes, oh, Gabriel!"
David's legs squeezed the Lycan tightly as his straining shaft erupted. His seed pulsed between their bodies, as he shuddered uncontrollably in the throes of a devastating climax. Slowly, his body began to relax and he slumped replete in the safe arms of his mate.
"I'm going to let you down now, angel," Gabriel rasped in a voice that made David shudder once more. "Then I'm going to *really* make love to you."
As he was lowered to somewhat shaky legs, David turned and bent gracefully from the waist, bracing his hands against a fern-bejewelled boulder. He looked at Gabriel over his shoulder, giving his mate a molten, aquamarine stare that should have made the waterfall pure steam.
The Lycan's unsated staff twitched, longing for his lover's now displayed opening. It took all his willpower not to grab David and plunge into the younger male's sultry heat so openly and unconditionally offered.
"No, not like that," Gabriel rasped. "I want to see your beautiful face."
Another flame of erotic pleasure seared down David's spine to inflame his previously satiated flesh. Gabriel's words and the love he could hear made him moan as though they were physically able to caress his already refilling shaft. The desire in Gabriel's voice was like a sensual entity against David's ear.
The Lycan swept his mate against his chest and David's arms twined around his neck as Gabriel strode through the falls and into the stream. The twilight was no hindrance to preternatural eyes. Close to the bank, the Lycan carried his lover to rocks adorned with a covering of thick, emerald-green moss and laid down his precious bundle. He growled softly at the legs that spread wide for him, displaying the aching void he yearned to fill. Kneeling between the splayed limbs, the Lycan mounted his mate again, easing his rampant rod into David's slick sheath.
David relaxed against the rocks, inhaling a mix of the flora, water, clean air and the heady, almost intoxicating scent of their shared arousals. Lifting his legs over Gabriel's thighs, he braced the soles of his feet against the rocks on either side of them and pushed his hips up to meet Gabriel's downward thrust. His eyes misted into pools of seductive cerulean at the exquisite sensation of his mate's flesh inside him. His fingers carded lovingly through Gabriel's mane of dark hair or ran up and down muscular thighs as the almost-too-gentle rocking began to stoke the fire of love into a furnace of carnal pleasure. He began to writhe and moan, seeking, demanding, more from his lover.
