Page 72 of Snows Sinful Seven

“Pot meet kettle.” I look up at him, letting the smile break free.

“Turn around and go back inside, Snow.”

“No.” I glare at him. “I’ve been good. I’ve stayed in the cottage and out of trouble. But I’m going out of my mind, Gabe. And with winter coming up, I’m about to be locked up in the darn house for another few months. I’m coming with you to get wood. So suck it up and let’s go.”

Gabe just stares at me, his nostrils flaring. This isn’t working. Poking the bear—or in his case, monster—isn’t going to get me what I want.

So it’s time to play the omega card. Let’s see how this goes.

Licking my lips, I lower my arms and walk towards him. “Please,” I pout. “I’ll be a good girl. I’ll do everything you tell me to do, no questions asked.” I step up to him and reach out, running my fingers through the fur on his chest. “Please?” I look up at him, biting my lower lip.

He lets out this low, deep, rumbling sound that has me clenching my thighs. “You play dirty, Little One.”

“You may have said that a time or two before.” I smile softly, fluttering my eyelashes.

“Fine,” he huffs. “But you do as you're told.”

“Yes, Alpha,” I purr.

“Fucking hell, Snow. Keep up with that shit, and I’ll knot you here on the forest floor.”

“Okay,” I breathe, eyes lighting up.

He closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths. I don’t think it does him any good, seeing how I’m perfuming like crazy. Another thing I’ve had to get used to. At least I smell good. Could be worse.

Gabe turns around, grabs the wagon, and starts walking. “Come on, princess. Keep up.”

I grin before taking off to catch up with him.

SEXY LYCAN LUMBERJACK. That’s what Gabe looks like right now as he slings the axe above his head and brings it down onto the log.

I’ve been watching him for a good half hour now while sitting on top of a large boulder. How his muscles flex with every movement, the sexy grunts he makes, and just the overall powerful vibe he gives off.

He’s mine. My mate, my alpha. Just... mine.

I’m so darn lucky.

And horny. I’m really horny, and all I can think about is the comment he made before about pinning me to the ground and knotting me. Ever since my time with Henry, all I can think about is having them in that way. To know what they feel like, thrusting deep inside me. For them to push their knots inside me and lock us together as we fall over the edge.

“Snow!” Gabe barks, and I jump, my head snapping up to where I’ve been eyeing his ass.

“What?” I blink a few times.

“What on earth are you thinking about that has you smelling so damn fucking mouthwatering.”

“Nothing,” I squeak, my eyes widening as my cheeks flush.

He doesn’t turn around, his back still to me—probably trying to keep the last of his resolve.

“Tell me about Brady,” I change the subject.

That has him pausing. He finally looks at me, brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Not just Brady, but about yourself, your past. How did you become a part of the pack? You are the only two who are actually related, right?”

“They’re all my brothers, but yes, Brady is the only one who shares my blood.” Gabe bends down and tosses the wood into the wagon. “When we were just little kids, we lost our parents. Much like a lot of lycan children do.” He throws the axe in with the wood and crosses his arms. “Scared humans, or hateful humans. Both common factors are humans,” he continues.

“Dallas found us. We were nearly starving. I did what I could, but I was only a kid myself. We stayed in our home, just the two of us. But there was no one else around. I’d hunt and fish. I did my best, but with no money, there was no power. We lost everything until Dallas came into the pack lands and found us. He took us in, and well, the rest is history.”

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