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2024-10-29 19:42:56Gabriel Black
Kicking the door open of his hotel room, his wet tongue clashing with this girls tongue as he did so, his arousal evident as he pressed the now solid body part against her belly. She giggled as she fumbled to take his shirt off. He complied and shrugged it off quickly, doing the same to her shirt - if that's what you want to call it. It was short, thin and see-through, an ugly pale red colour. And her short shorts, they were practically panties. Young girls these days have no self-respect at all. But, Gabriel thought as she stripped herself of her 'clothing', every hole's a goal.
He grabbed a foil packet from his bedside table and after tearing it open and sliding the protective rubber around his hard member, Gabriel then pushed the girl onto his hotel bed and proceeded to do his work, pushing in and out hard and fast, inconsiderate of her feelings. He slammed into her so hard, the bed was beginning to squeak and her cries were a mixture of pleasure and pain but Gabriel didn't care - he never cared. He didn't care who he hurt or what the consequences were, so long as he came inside his next goal nothing mattered. Gabriel was just like his father; cruel, heart full of hatred and darkness and uncaring. It came with being a part of the Black family and a part of the council - to survive, you have to be ready to hate and to be hated. You have to learn to be not only cruel to those around you, but to your family as well. From early childhood, if you were born into the family, you would be forced to make decisions cruel enough to make a grown man puke. That was Gabriel's childhood and life - each day almost as bloody as the last.
Gabriel soon came and the girl sounded as if she sighed with relief. "That wasn't too bad," he said with a shrug as he pulled out of her body and slowly took the condom off, tying it up and then throwing it in the bin close by.
The girl looked up at up in disappointment, knowing what he meant. Gabriel grinned as he got off the bed and headed to the bathroom. In all honesty, she was pretty good, but she didn't need to know that. Gabriel went into the shower, blasting the hot water and stepping into it as the bathroom steamed up. He stood under the water, allowing his thoughts to drift away and his thoughts, once again, went to last night with that girl on the cliff. What was her name, he thought with frustration. Alexa? Erica? Ah! That's it! Angelica. Or as she called herself, Angel.
Fitting.
Gabriel was surprised with himself. Not once did he ever remember a girls name after a fling or that he even tried to remember their names. A few he could remember because they were his 'regulars', but he didn't really try or go out of his way to know, let alone care about knowing.
The image of his and Angel's love session was still fresh in his mind as if it had been minutes ago, her ash-blue eyes staring at him with lust, her dark coloured hair scattered around her head like a dark halo, her plump lips moaning his name and her sighs echoing through the forest, her fair cheeks a cute shade of pink every time she blushed, and her body... Gabriel shuttered as his body awakened once again. Her body is slim yet she has sexy round hips and plump round breasts, her nipples small and pink. She wasn't deathly skinny, but she wasn't overly large either - she was somewhere in between and she rocked it.
Gabriel's thoughts were almost consumed by this girl; every hour, every minute, every second there were thoughts of her and he wasn't a fool - he knew why. He felt the pull which drove him to those cliffs, to that girl. She was his mate, his soulmate, his other half, his one and only yadda, yadda, yadda. Truth was, Gabriel didn't want a mate because it meant she would have to come back to his place, by his side, and he would then have to provide an heir, next in line to take Alpha status and even more pups to satisfy the Werewolf Council, she would be possessive, clingy and she would nag him all day about stupid things. He would have to keep her quiet and happy by buying the expensive shit she won't even use or wear.
Nope. He'll be better off without her and she's better off without him considering his family's lifestyle. Very barbaric, so to speak. Angel wasn't strong enough to handle what he and his family do, every day of their lives. She would have to adjust to their cruel ways and bear the responsibilities that would come in being his mate and future Luna. Gabriel shook his head as he turned off the water and wrapped a towel loosely around his hips. No, he couldn't have a weak mate, especially for what it would demand of her.
When Gabriel opened the bathroom door to his bedroom, he was surprised to see the girl he fucked just an hour ago was still sitting on his bed, texting on her phone. When she saw him she grinned happily. "Hey there, sugar," she greeted with a wink.
"What're you still doing here?" Gabriel asked with annoyance. If she noticed it, she was very good at hiding it.
"I thought we could have some fun out in the town tonight. My bestie texted me saying that she was going to a club tonight and invited me along. Wanna come with me?"
Gabriel usually didn't like it when the girls stuck around, but at this point, Gabriel was willing to welcome anything and anyone to take his mind off his mate... His Angel.
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