Defiantly, she looked into his eyes. “Nobody’s asking you to.”

All of a sudden she felt his arm come up and wrap around her body. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

No, she had no idea, but she knew what Gabriel was doing to her. He was driving her insane and would continue to do so if he didn’t kiss her properly. “Kiss me, Gabriel. Kiss me now, or I swear I will—”

“Or what?” he bit out. “Deny me? I earned this kiss, and I’m damn well going to get it the way I want it.”

Without giving her a chance to reply to him, he sank his lips onto hers and took her mouth in a fierce kiss. Maya melted into him. Now he was talking. Not wanting him to change his mind about the kiss, she sank her hands into his hair and stroked the sensitive area on the back of his neck. She felt him shiver under her touch.

As his mouth ravished her, his hands roamed her back, stroking along her sides, pressing her ever so much closer to her. She could clearly feel his erection moving against her with every breath he took. She tried to get closer.

As if he knew what she wanted, he tugged at the belt of her robe and opened it. A moment later, his hand went inside her robe and touched her through the thin fabric of her gown. She moaned into his mouth the moment she felt his fingertips graze her breast. Warmth flooded her and ran from her breast down her belly to her core, setting her clit on fire.

She arched into his touch. At the same time, she pressed her pussy against his hard-on, dragging her sensitive flesh against his rock-hard rod. She was soaked through the nightgown where it clung between her pussy and his erection, which was hidden behind his silk robe. She’d never become this wet just from a kiss. Was this a side-effect of being a vampire, or had Gabriel done this to her?

Maya twined her tongue with his. With delight, she realized that he’d given up all restraints and kissed her with the reckless abandon of a starving man. When she pulled her tongue back slightly, he went after her, growling deeply. The sound went through her body, touching every cell, caressing her flesh.

With a swift movement, he flipped her over, and she suddenly found herself with her back on the cushions, trapped under his strong body. His mouth hadn’t released hers for even a second, and now his hips ground against her, the erection behind his robe dragging against her center. With every move, the hard ridge of it rode over her clit. It was more than a mere tease, it was torture. Torture she was only too happy to undergo.

Her heart beat faster the longer he ground against her. Her nipples were hard points rubbing against his chest. Gabriel’s mouth trailed down to her neck, and he dragged his teeth against her sensitive skin. She shuddered.

When he touched his hand to her breast and took the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, she let out a cry. “Oh, God, yes!” She wanted him, needed him now. Had to have him inside her, no matter what.

Maya slipped her hands inside his robe to caress his muscular shoulders. His skin was hot and soft, softer than she had expected. But she didn’t get a chance to concentrate on him and his body, because he lavished her breasts with attention she couldn’t ignore.

The sound of the door opening made her snap her eyes toward it, but she couldn’t alert Gabriel in time.

As Yvette stepped into the room, staring at them in shock or disgust or both, Gabriel licked his tongue over her nipple, making the fabric transparent.

Only when Yvette let out a gasp did his head rear up and snap in her direction. He instantly jerked up from his compromising position.

“Shit!” Gabriel cursed.

Twelve

Gabriel had barely listened to Yvette’s apology or her excuses before he extricated himself from the embarrassing situation and stormed into the master bedroom.

He’d completely lost control and had been seconds away from fucking Maya.

And he’d sensed something else. Something was wrong with his body. Gabriel ripped his robe open and pulled down his boxers. His swollen cock was no surprise, but what had happened to the flesh above it was.

The deformity that stuck out about an inch above his cock was a mass of flesh and skin, normally three inches long and about one inch in diameter. It was what all women recoiled from in horror. He was a freak with an ugly and useless piece of flesh that got in the way when he wanted to fuck a woman.

Gabriel examined the protrusion. It was getting worse.

Instead of its normal length, it now stuck out almost five inches and its girth had increased by about half. The skin on its tip was shriveled as if it contained more layers of skin all stacked upon each other. He let go of the offending part.