Page 60 of Rescued

He grabs me, crushing our mouths together in a kiss that’s all teeth and heat. My wolf is still close to the surface after spending time with the pack, and I growl into his mouth as I press him back against the truck. My hands fall to his waist, tugging his jeans lower until they drop to his knees. He breaks the kiss, turning and leaning over the side of the bench seat.

“Fuck me now, Mika,” he grits out, grabbing his ass and spreading himself for me.

I curse under my breath. “Goddamn, Gabriel. Look at you.”

I pop the cap on the lube, squeezing a generous amount onto my hand and stroking it over my cock. The sight of him bent over like this, offering himself to me, makes my dick throb.

“Now,” he demands, his voice sharp and desperate.

I grip his hips, lining myself up and pressing against his entrance. I try to go slow, easing in, but Gabe has other ideas.

“Fuck. Me. Now,” he grunts, thrusting back and taking me all the way inside.

“Jesus, Gabe,” I moan, my fingers digging into his hips. His heat surrounds me, so tight and perfect it’s almost unbearable. I pause, giving him a second to adjust, but he pushes back again, grinding his ass against me.

“Move, Mika. I need it hard.”

His demand snaps the last thread of my control. I pull back and slam forward, burying myself deep. Gabe cries out, his hands clawing at the seat for purchase. I set a brutal rhythm, my hips driving forward, each thrust wringing moans and curses from both of us.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I pant, leaning over him and biting his shoulder lightly.

“Yes, Mika,” he shouts, meeting every thrust with a sharp push of his hips.

The sound of skin slapping fills the truck, the scent of sweat and sex thick in the air. Gabe reaches between his legs, fisting his cock and stroking it in time with my thrusts.

“Come for me, Gabe,” I urge, my voice rough with need.

Gabe yells as I reach around and grab his dripping cock, my hand gripping firmly as I stroke him. His body jerks, his muscles locking up as I milk him, drawing his release from deep inside. He’s clenched so tightly around me, clamping down hard as his orgasm tears through him. The sight, the feel of him, sends me over the edge. I thrust harder, my hips slamming against him, my balls slapping with each desperate movement. Gabe’s cum splashes over my hand, and I lean forward, sinking my teeth into the junction of his shoulder and neck.

The bite grounds me, pinning him beneath me as I bury myself as deep as I can, my cock pulsing and spurting my release inside him.

“Goddamn,” I groan against his skin, my voice rumbling through both of us as I shudder.

Wecollapse onto the truck’s bench seat, spent and gasping for breath. Neither of us moves, too wrecked by what just happened. My head rests against his shoulder, my chest rising and falling in time with his.

Eventually, the haze clears enough for me to nudge Gabe, urging him to shift forward so I can pull out. He groans, shivering as I withdraw slowly, careful not to hurt him. He starts to straighten up, but I place a hand on his lower back, keeping him down.

“Fuck, babe, I’m sorry,” I murmur, staring at the mark I’ve left on his skin.

The bite stands out starkly against his sweat-slicked shoulder, red and raw. My stomach twists at the sight. God, what if I hurt him? What if I left bruises or worse? Scratches, maybe. Gabe loves it rough—I know that—but what if I went too far?

“God, Gabe,” I say again, my voice breaking. “I’m so sorry. Too rough—”

Before I can spiral any further, Gabe laughs, the sound husky and warm. He turns his head to look at me, and the soft curve of his lips eases some of my guilt.

“Uh-uh, Mika-mate,” he says, cutting me off. “Don’t go getting all angst-ridden on me. You were just what I needed.”

He reaches back, grabbing my hand before straightening up and turning gingerly to face me. He cups my jaw, leaning in to press the gentlest kiss to my lips.

“You were just what I wanted,” he whispers, his breath brushing against my mouth. “You’re the one who said we were made for each other. That means what you give is what I need. If you’re planning to feel guilty about it and promise never to do it again, I’ll do something way worse than pinch you. Got it?”

Relief floods through me, and I laugh, pulling him into a strong hug. “Gabriel, you’re so fucking perfect for me. With me. I love you.”

The words come easily now, but they still hit me with the same intensity every time. I feel him shiver in my arms, and I know he loves hearing it as much as I love saying it.

“Damn straight you do, caveman,” he teases, pulling back just enough to smirk at me. “And I love you, too. Now, let’s get our asses to Silver City.”

I chuckle as he kisses me, his lips soft and sweet against mine. It’s tender, not sappy, but it still sends warmth flooding through me. When he pulls away, he slaps my ass, grinning before heading around to the driver’s side of the truck.

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