Chapter 172
Gabriel’s Touch
Olivia’s POV
I didn’t know if this was really about making the triplets feel what I felt, but what I did know was that Gabriel’s touch was driving me insane—and I didn’t want it to stop.
Gabriel’s hands gripped my hips firmly as he pushed me back against the tree, his powerful body pinning me there. The rough bark scraped against my skin, grounding me at the moment, while the heat radiating off him sent shivers cascading down my spine. His dark eyes locked onto mine, burning with raw intensity. His chest heaved, his breaths coming ragged, as though he were holding himself together with everything in him.
“Olivia…” He whispered my name like it was both a plea and a curse, his forehead pressing against mine. His voice was low and guttural, full of need. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
“Then show me,” I said, my voice trembling but steady enough to carry the weight of my challenge. My hands slid up his chest, feeling the tension in his muscles, the rapid thud of his heartbeat beneath my palm. “We don’t have to label it.”
For a brief moment, regret flickered in his eyes. I mentally cursed myself. Goddess, I sound like a desperate slut.
He groaned, the sound coming from deep within his chest, his jaw tightening as he wrestled with his control. “Fuck,” he growled, his voice sharp, tinged with frustration. “You have no idea how much I want you, Olivia. How much I’ve always wanted you.”
His words sent a rush of warmth through me, but before I could respond, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. “But I can’t,” he said, his voice breaking. “Not like this.”
His words hit me like a bucket of ice water. I blinked up at him, my throat tightening. “Why?” I managed to whisper. “Why are you holding back?”
He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his eyes stormy with conflicting emotions. “Because,” he said through gritted teeth, “I want to make love to you. I want a label attached to us. I want it to be two people in love making love, Olivia, and this situation is not it.”
Tears stung the back of my eyes at his words, but I couldn’t deny I understood what he meant. It was obvious he knew I was doing this as payback to the triplets, but that was not the entire truth… I also wanted him, aside from my payback.
And his words—those beautiful, selfless words—made me fall even harder for him.
“Gabriel…” My voice broke as I spoke his name, but I couldn’t say anything more. The ache in my chest was too much.
Before I could dwell on the rejection, his hand slid up my thigh, his touch rough but electrifying. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel good today,” he murmured, his voice low, dark, and dripping with desire.
I gasped as his lips descended on my neck, kissing, nipping, and sucking at my skin in a way that made my knees weaken and my wolf surprisingly purr. His hands gripped my hips tighter, holding me steady as his mouth moved lower, tracing the curve of my collarbone with his tongue. My head fell back against the tree as he explored my body with a possessiveness that left no room for doubt.
“Gabriel,” I breathed, my fingers tangling in his hair as he dropped to his knees before me. My heart raced as I looked down at him, the sight of this powerful Alpha kneeling before me sending a jolt of electricity through my veins.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice husky as his eyes roamed over me. His hands slid up my thighs, parting them with a firm but gentle insistence. “You drive me insane, Olivia. You make me forget every rule I’ve ever set for myself.”
I barely had time to process his words before his lips pressed against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. His tongue darted out to taste me, sending a shudder rippling through my body.
“You taste divine,” he murmured before his mouth located its target—my opening.
The first stroke of his tongue was slow, deliberate, and devastating. My body jerked in response, my hands tightening in his hair as a cry escaped my lips.
“Gabriel,” I gasped, my voice trembling as the pleasure built inside me. “I—oh, Goddess…”
He growled again, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through me as his tongue worked me with a precision that left me breathless. His lips and tongue teased and tormented, alternating between slow, languid strokes and quick, firm movements that had me writhing against the tree.
My legs trembled, and he held me steady, his hands gripping my thighs as he devoured me like a man starved. The heat between us was unbearable, every sensation amplified by the tension that had been building for so long.
“Don’t stop,” I moaned, my voice broken as I felt myself teetering on the edge of release. My entire body was on fire, every nerve alive with the pleasure he gave me.
He growled into me, his tongue moving faster, more demanding, until the tension inside me snapped. My climax hit me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing as I cried out his name. He didn’t stop, his tongue coaxing me through every wave of pleasure until I was trembling and came.
When he finally pulled back, his lips glistened, and his eyes were wild with satisfaction. He rose to his feet, his hands framing my face as he kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his lips. The kiss was slow, unhurried, but it carried a weight that left me breathless.
“You’ll never know how hard it is to stop here,” he said, his voice rough and full of regret. “But I meant what I said. I can’t take more than this, Olivia. Not yet. Not like this.”
His words were both a promise and a torment, leaving me aching for more even as he stepped back, putting distance between us. I stood there, my body still trembling from his touch, my heart heavy with frustration and desire.
Gabriel turned away as if he needed the distance to regain control, but I wasn’t ready to let him go. The sight of him—his chest rising and falling, his jaw clenched in restraint—only fueled the fire burning inside me. He was holding back for me, but I didn’t want him to. I didn’t want him to walk away without knowing how good I could make him feel.
And the more we did this… the more pain the triplets would feel.
“Gabriel,” I said softly, stepping toward him. My voice shook with both nerves and desire. He stilled but didn’t turn around. I reached for his arm, gently tugging until he faced me. His desired filled eyes searched mine, his desire at war with his control.
“Olivia,” he began, but I pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him.
“You made me feel incredible,” I said softly, my voice laced with vulnerability. “Let me do the same for you. Please.”
His eyes widened slightly, the storm in them intensifying. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to,” I interrupted, my hands sliding up his chest. “I need to.”
Gabriel’s restraint wavered. He exhaled sharply, his hands coming up to cradle my face as he stared at me with an intensity that made my knees weak. “You’ll be the death of me, Olivia,” he murmured, his voice laced with both exasperation and adoration.
I smiled faintly, pulling him closer until our bodies brushed. My fingers trailed down his chest, over the taut muscles of his abdomen, and then lower. When I reached his groin, I hesitated, looking up at him.
His breath hitched as he nodded once, giving me the permission I silently sought.
Slowly, I sank to my knees, keeping my eyes locked on his. He groaned softly, his head tipping back.