And his words-those beautiful, selfless words-made me fall even harder for him,
“Gabriel…” My voice broke as I spoke his name, but I couldn’t say anything more. The ache in my chest was too much.
Before I could dwell on the rejection, his hand slid up my thigh, his touch rough but electrifying. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel good today,” he murmured, his voice low, dark, and dripping with desire.
I gasped as his lips descended on my neck, kissing, nipping, and sucking at my skin in a way that made my knees weaken and my wolf surprisingly purr. His hands gripped my hips tighter, holding me steady as his mouth moved lower, tracing the curve of my collarbone with his tongue. My head fell back against the tree as he explored my body with a possessiveness that left no room for doubt.
“Gabriel,” I breathed, my fingers tangling in his hair as he dropped to his knees before me. My heart raced as I looked down at him, the sight of this powerful Alpha kneeling before me sending a jolt of electricity through my veins.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice husky as his eyes roamed over me. His hands slid up my thighs, parting them with a firm but gentle insistence. “You drive me insane, Olivia. You make me forget every rule I’ve ever set for myself.”
I barely had time to process his words before his lips pressed against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. His tongue darted out to taste me, sending a shudder rippling through my body.
“You taste divine,” he murmured before his mouth located its target-my opening.
The first stroke of his tongue was slow, deliberate, and devastating. My body jerked in response, my hands tightening in his hair as a cry escaped my lips.
“Gabriel,” I gasped, my voice trembling as the pleasure built inside me. “I-oh,
Goddess…”
He growled again, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through me as his tongue worked me with a precision that left me breathless. His lips and tongue teased and tormented, alternating between slow, languid strokes and quick, firm movements that
‘s Touch had me writhing against the tree.
My legs trembled, and he held me steady, his hands gripping my thighs as he devoured me like a man starved. The heat between us was unbearable, every sensation amplified by the tension that had been building for so long.
“Don’t stop,” I moaned, my voice broken as I felt myself teetering on the edge of release. My entire body was on fire, every nerve alive with the pleasure he gave me.
He growled into me, his tongue moving faster, more demanding, until the tension inside me snapped. My climax hit me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing as I cried out his name. He didn’t stop, his tongue coaxing me through every wave of pleasure until I was trembling and came.
When he finally pulled back, his lips glistened, and his eyes were wild with satisfaction. He rose to his feet, his hands framing my face as he kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his lips. The kiss was slow, unhurried, but it carried a weight that left me breathless.
“You’ll never know how hard it is to stop here,” he said, his voice rough and full of regret. “But I meant what I said. I can’t take more than this, Olivia. Not yet. Not like this.”
His words were both a promise and a torment, leaving me aching for more even as he stepped back, putting distance between us. I stood there, my body still trembling from his touch, my heart heavy with frustration and desire.
Gabriel turned away as if he needed the distance to regain control, but I wasn’t ready to let him go. The sight of him-his chest rising and falling, his jaw clenched in restraint-only fueled the fire burning inside me. He was holding back for me, but I didn’t want him to. I didn’t want him to walk away without knowing how good I could make him feel.
And the more we did this… the more pain the triplets would feel.
“Gabriel,” I said softly, stepping toward him. My voice shook with both nerves and desire. He stilled but didn’t turn around. I reached for his arm, gently tugging until he faced me. His desired filled eyes searched mine, his desire at war with his control.
“Olivia,” he began, but I pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him.
“T
“You made me feel incredible,” I said softly, my voice laced with vulnerability. “I et me
‘s Touch do the same for you. Please.”
His eyes widened slightly, the storm in them intensifying. “You don’t have to-“
“I want to,” I interrupted, my hands sliding up his chest. “I need to.”
Gabriel’s restraint wavered. He exhaled sharply, his hands coming up to cradle my face as he stared at me with an intensity that made my knees weak. “You’ll be the death of me, Olivia,” he murmured, his voice laced with both exasperation and adoration.
I smiled faintly, pulling him closer until our bodies brushed. My fingers trailed down his chest, over the taut muscles of his abdomen, and then lower. When I reached his groin, I hesitated, looking up at him.
His breath hitched as he nodded once, giving me the permission I silently sought.
Slowly, I sank to my knees, keeping my eyes locked on his. He groaned softly, his head tipping back.
Olivia’s POV
The sight of him, hard and ready, sent a thrill through me. I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive skin just above his length. Gabriel’s hands tightened at his sides, his muscles flexing as he fought for control.
“You’re perfect,” I whispered, wrapping my fingers around him. He was warm, velvety smooth over unyielding steel, and the weight of his cock in my hand sent a rush of heat through me.
“Olivia,” he growled, his voice thick with need. “You don’t have to be gentle.”
His words emboldened me. I licked a slow stripe along the underside of him, savoring the way he shuddered under my touch. His taste was intoxicating, and when I took him into my mouth, his sharp inhale sent a thrill through me.
I started slowly, letting my tongue tease and explore him as I worked him with my hand. His fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me but never forcing, his restraint making my desire to please him burn hotter. I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, and his low, guttural groan was like music to my ears.
“Goddess,” he rasped, his voice strained. “You’re going to drive me insane.”
I smiled around him, letting the vibrations of my pleasure flow through him. I quickened my pace, my hand moving in time with my mouth as I worked to unravel him. His breathing grew ragged, his muscles taut as a bowstring as he hovered on the edge.
“I-” His words broke off into a growl as his control snapped. His hips bucked slightly, and I took him deeper, my name falling from his lips like a prayer as he shattered. His release was hot and powerful, and I swallowed it all, savoring the taste of him.
When he finally stilled, his breathing heavy and uneven, I pulled back, wiping my lips with the back of my hand as I looked up at him. His eyes were half-lidded, his expression one of pure satisfaction and awe. He reached down, pulling me to my feet and into his arms.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my temple. “I don’t deserve you.”
I smiled against his chest, my heart swelling at his words. “Maybe not,” I teased lightly,
“but I’m the one who decides that.” I said and stepped away. must be looking for me, and I didn’t “I have to return,” I added. By now, I knew th want them to see us together-not that I cared, just that I didn’t want any fights.
Gabriel nodded, desire for me still in his eyes. “I will escort you!”
I smirked. “First to reach,” I said, and didn’t him a chance before I swiftly shifted into my brown-furred wolf and began sprinting back toward my clothes.
I could hear the playful, annoyed grunt of Gabriel behind me as he shifted to chase. after me. I giggled, wagged my tail, and increased my pace.
Gabriel’s dark-furred wolf was fast, his powerful strides closing the gap between us as I pushed myself harder, weaving through the trees. The cool afternoon air rushed past me, carrying the scent of pine and as earth. My wolf, emboldened by the thrill of the chase, let out an excited yip as we dodged an outstretched branch.
But Gabriel was relentless. His deep growl echoed through the forest, a playful warning that he was catching up. I pushed myself faster, my paws pounding against y heart racing the soft ground, with exhilaration. The thought of hin. vertaking me sent a shiver of excitement through me, though I wasn’t going to make it easy for him.
My wolf darted left, trying to outmaneuver him, but Gabriel anticipated my move, cutting me off with a burst of speed. He lunged, his massive form colliding with mine in a gentle but firm tackle that sent us rolling across the forest floor.
When we finally came to a stop, he pinned me beneath him, his sharp brown eyes gleaming with triumph. His wolf was breathtaking up close-his dark fur sleek and powerful, his presence commanding yet playful. He leaned down, his muzzle brushing against mine in a gesture both possessive and tender.
“Got you,” he growled, the words laced with satisfaction.
I nipped at his ear in defiance, my wolf’s pride refusing to admit defeat so easily. But the closeness of him, the way his body pressed against mine, made it difficult to hold onto my stubbornness. Slowly, I shifted back into my human form, the cool air caressing my bare skin as I gazed up at him.
Gabriel shifted as well, his strong arms caging me in as he leaned down, his face inches from mine. His expression was softer now, his eyes filled with something deeper than just desire-something that made my breath catch.
“I win,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, but there was a tenderness in his that made my heart ache.
I rolled my eyes, a smile tugging at my lips. “Fine, you win. But don’t get used to it.”
He laughed, the sound rich and warm, as he helped me to my feet. We both began making our way back to where I left my clothes, the playful tension between us shifting into something more comfortable.
As I dressed, Gabriel’s eyes lingered on me, his gaze softening as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from my face.
I blushed but looked away.
His presence was commanding, yet oddly comforting. For a moment, I thought he might say something-anything. But he didn’t.
Instead, he simply leaned against a tree, his lips quirking into a soft smile. “See you tomorrow?” he asked, his voice low, sending a shiver through me.
I hesitated. I really wanted to see him again… to be with him. But was this even right?
“Gabriel…” I began, my voice trailing off. My throat felt dry, the words I wanted to say tangled up inside me.
“Yes?” he asked softly, tilting his head as he waited for me to finish.
I stared at him, not knowing if I should agree or refuse.
“I will check my schedule and let you know.” My voice faltered again, and I let out a shaky breath, trying to mask the ache building in my chest.
His eyes lingered on me for a moment longer, as though he could sense there was more I wanted to say. But he didn’t press. He just smiled, that same soft, maddening smile, and stepped back. “Goodbye,” he said, his tone gentle.
I nodded, turned around, and began walking away. I wanted to look back, to see if he was still standing there, but I held myself back and continued walking. gaze
I was almost at the edge of the forest, close to the border of the pack, when I saw two pack warriors waiting for me.
Their faces looked worried, and I knew right away-the triplets must have sent them to find me.
I didn’t stop or say anything. I just kept walking past them, pretending not to care. But my wolf inside me started to feel uneasy. Something wasn’t right.
As I got closer to the pack house, I noticed the way people were looking at me. Some staff glanced at me, then quickly looked away. A maid even paused mid-step, staring at me like she’d seen something strange.
That’s when I realized it.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.