Chapter 202: Tasting him, claiming him
"Are you sure he can tell us about the marks?" Gabriel asked as he leaned slightly forward.
Amelie hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I’ve never spoken much with Carlos personally," she admitted, "but the priesthood that wolves recognize, the priestesses, the moon temple elders, they all trace their roots back to the witches. That’s why I believe Carlos might be able to help. More importantly, I think we can trust him. He can help us more than anyone else."
She glanced down at the bowl resting on the small wooden table between them. Picking up another berry, she popped it into her mouth and added, "I am upset that you didn’t share such important information about my mark."
Amelie pouted slightly as she chewed the berry slowly. "You can let me go now," she murmured.
"No," Gabriel replied firmly, tightening his arms around her. One hand moved instinctively to rest over her small bump. "I like holding you like this."
"I thought I was supposed to finish the fruits," Amelie said, lifting another berry and bringing it close to his lips. But instead of feeding it to him, she mischievously popped it into her own mouth.
Gabriel’s eyes darkened with amusement and desire. His hand slipped to the back of her head, pulling her closer. As she bit into the berry, he leaned in and claimed the other half directly from her lips. Their mouths brushed and the taste they shared felt sweeter.
They both chewed, swallowed, and then melted into a slow, deeper kiss.
When they finally pulled apart, Gabriel buried his face in the curve of her neck. His lips trailed slow, open-mouthed kisses along her skin until they reached the mark he had left on her. He lingered there, pressing a gentle kiss before nipping the spot possessively.