Page 21 of Gabe's Lone Wolf

“Yes,” I breathed. “I want it all.”

I licked my lips, opening my mouth as I panted, following his orders with my fingers and bringing my body back to life. I wasn’t sure why it was more erotic to watch Gabe bring himself to completion than anything we’d done together, but it was. I knew he was going to cover me in his semen, marking me with his scent. And I wanted it. I wanted to feel the hot splash coating my stomach and chest, my chin and sex.

“Touch yourself, baby, and let me see you come again. Let me watch you bring yourself to pleasure.”

I pinched and tugged at my nipples while my fingers alternated between circling my clit and penetrating my sex. I lifted my hips into my touch, panting heavily as I watched his hand, his face, and the ferocity of his expression.

“I need to feel you again,” he growled and grasped my ankles, jerking me to the end of the bed and replacing my fingers with his cock. “Fast and hard.”

“Yes!”

I nodded frantically, and he didn’t delay. He pounded into me. Taking what he wanted and giving me exactly what I needed. I came hard, and with a yell, Gabe joined me, pulling out mid-ejaculation and jacking it onto me. It splashed onto my belly then my breasts. He crawled up me, pressing the crown against my lips and making me take the last of his release on my tongue. I swallowed him whole, swirling my tongue over and around before sucking him into my throat again. Hungry. I was ravenous for his taste.

“Fuck,” he growled when he finally pulled free his spent cock and collapsed onto the bed beside me.

We lay there for long moments, fingers intertwined, while we both fought to control our breaths. I was covered in him, and I was pretty sure his chin was still shiny from where he’d eaten me out several times.

“That was hot,” I admitted, and Gabe turned his head to meet my gaze.

He grinned at me but nodded. “You inspire me.”

I rolled into him, snuggling against his side. We lay in companionable silence for a bit, his fingers idly brushing through my hair. I wondered briefly how we were going to set a trap for Cam when we could barely keep our hands off each other.

“What’s on your mind?” Gabe asked.

“A mating ceremony, huh?”

He turned, coming up on his elbow beside me.

“Not until you’re ready, Eliza. I promise. It’s just a ceremony. A public display. We don’t need that.”

“My parents never had one. No one does in my old pack.”

“What?” Gabe asked.

“They don’t believe in true mates or fated mates or soul mates or whatever you want to refer to it as.”

“All of them work for me.”

I brushed a finger along his cheek. “They all apply when I look at you. And I want that ceremony with you. I’m just trying to tell you I don’t know exactly how they work. I’ve heard of them but never seen one.”

“How did Lockhart plan to claim you, if not through a ceremony?”

“They believe in a public ceremony, but it has nothing to do with vows.”

“What?” Gabe demanded. “Are you saying what I think you are?”

“Cam planned to display me for all to see while he mounted and claimed me.”

The words made me gag. I’d hated them when I’d heard him describe what would take place to a few of his buddies, basically making it sound like a pack orgy. Now, I knew it for the defilement it was. It made a mockery of what true mates were to each other. Of what Gabe and I were to each other.

“I’m really going to enjoy ripping his head off his body,” Gabe vowed, pulling me close against his chest and holding me.

“Me, too,” I agreed. “Now, tell me the plan.”

Chapter Eight

~Gabe~

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