Page 16 of Gabe's Lone Wolf

“Only for you,” he promised as he swept his gaze over my body, stopping to visually appreciate the thrust of my nipples against the shirt I wore. His shirt. “If you want breakfast, maybe we should get dressed. Then we can talk.”

I nodded. We needed to talk. I wanted to tell him my full story. To hear his. To know him fully. I wanted everything and… I needed to face Cam. To end things completely, so I could step into what waited for me without fearing Cam would do something stupid like attack Gabe and try to take me back. To a pack and a life that had never been mine.

“You’re in your head again,” Gabe said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

I couldn’t stop my gaze from skimming over him, lingering in key areas that twitched under my avid stare.

“I’m trying not to walk into my alpha’s house with a full-blown erection,” he told me. “You’re not helping.”

“Oh, I could definitely help,” I offered, and he laughed again even as he shook his head.

“The next time I take you, I’m going to claim you. By the time we’re both sated, you’ll be mine completely. For the rest of our lives.”

“And you’ll be mine,” I reminded him.

His smile was everything.

“Yes,” he agreed. “Then we’ll deal with—”

“Cam,” I cut in sharply. “I’m feeling more and more guilt for bringing my problems here and dumping them at your door.”

He shook his head slowly as if he wanted to make sure I caught every turn of his chin.

“No guilt. You came here for help. You walked in that bar asking for my alpha or his mate because you needed us. Me. You needed me.”

“I—”

“It’s my right as your mate to protect you. Just as it’s yours to protect me.”

He prowled closer, and the raw emotion on his face stole my breath. My legs moved of their own will, propelling me backward until I felt the bed behind me, and still he came for me. Edging me back. Looming over me. Gripping my thighs and jerking my hips toward him before shoving off his shorts and sliding his glans along my slick folds.

“Gabe.”

That was all I had time for before he was inside me, filling me with a hard thrust that pushed the air from my lungs. Color stained his cheeks, and his pupils overtook his irises until they gleamed like chips of obsidian above me. Hunger. Possession. They both shown clearly on his face but were offset by a tenderness that kept his hands soft along my skin even as he pounded into me as if he could fuck every thought out of my head that didn’t align with his.

Ecstasy shot from my core, sending tingles out to my extremities and even along my scalp. He paused, shaft buried deep, and leaned over me, pressing impossibly deeper. His lips peeled back from his teeth, exposing his long canines, drawing my eye and sending tremors of anticipation through me. I knew what he wanted, what he planned. Mating.

I nodded at his unspoken question, and that color along his cheeks went darker. His eyelids lowered, creating a slit of pure male focus that was narrowed to the base of my neck. I curved my neck to the side, throwing my shoulders back to offer him what he wanted. What we both wanted.

Forever.

Chapter Six

~Gabe~

We spent the entire day in bed. Simon dropped food at the door for breakfast and lunch then Han left dinner. One of them had also left a duffel bag full of Eliza’s clothes. No one knocked or disturbed us, and that was perfect by me. Eliza and I were thoroughly mated. I was happy to note that now that my woman had been introduced to sex with me, she was insatiable. I’d barely catch my breath and she was reaching for me again. I’d been ready for her. Every. Single. Time.

In between bouts of sex, we’d slept, eaten, and showered. The only conversation between us had boiled down to one-word commands. More. Harder. Faster. Slower. There. Yes. Hurry. Now. And my personal favorite sound. Her husky moan when I did something exactly the way she liked.

Now, I leaned up on my elbow, brushing my fingers through her hair while I watched her sleep. She’d been exhausted when she’d walked through the door of the bar. I should feel guilty for tiring her even more, but I wasn’t. She was mine. From now until we breathed our last. Mine. Which meant Cam Lockhart had even less of a claim on her than he thought he did.

She stretched, arms going up while the sheet slipped lower, uncovering her lush breasts, the nipples still red from the time I’d spent showering attention on them. They hardened under my gaze, and I could tell by the change in her breathing that she was awake. I dipped my head, flicking my tongue around her areola before pulling back and blowing on it. I watched it pucker harder, rising as if begging for more of my attention. My mouth watered in anticipation.

“Admiring your handiwork?” she purred, and I skimmed my finger over the bite I’d left along the top curve of her breast.

She also had marks from my teeth on her throat, her inner thigh, the curve of her ass, and her hip. She’d returned the favor, spreading bites along my chest, my stomach, and too near my groin for my peace of mind. I’d loved every moment of it.

“What’s on the agenda for today?” she asked as she sat up beside me. “More debauchery?”

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