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"Mhmm." I was so content I was almost purring. I trailed a finger down his chest. "That was… intense."
"I told you. I've wanted you for too long to hold back now that I have you."
I smiled at him, swallowing hard. "I don't know what this all means, Gabe. I just know that I want you. I want you, too."
"Good. Because I don't plan on letting you go." He moved, and his hardness felt rough against my raw passage. Gabe started sawing in and out again, using his semen as lubrication.
I moaned and panted. "Fuck, that feels so good."
I grinned and had to blush at my own language. The old Ella would have never used words like that. Gabe must have realized the same thing.
"You don't know what it does to me when you say something dirty, mate. Tell me exactly how good it feels."
So, I did.
Chapter 19
It felt like my body was being torn in two directions.
Not just from all the sex, although after a few very active days with Gabe, I was feeling that, as well. No, the issue I had was something deeper. It was on a spiritual and emotional level.
I was wearing the mark of one werewolf and sleeping with another. The old Ella would have been completely scandalized by that, but at the moment, I was just thankful one of those werewolves was also my true mate, and there wasn’t a third male in the mix.
My standards of decency had hit an all-time low, that’s for sure. Gabe was adamant that this was a temporary situation. Soon, I would have his mark instead and feel so much less conflicted.
Goddess, I hoped so. My wolf wouldn’t last if this went on indefinitely. She was thoroughly pleased with me for finally sleeping with our mate, but now the other male’s mark irritated her even more than it had before. She was tense, ready to attack Neil at any moment. As much as I shared her sentiments, I also hoped never to see him again.
Unfortunately, even that wasn’t a guarantee. After all, Inever found out what happened to Neil after I left the bar. Was he in Dark Claw? Was he even still alive? I considered not asking about it, but the uncertainty of not knowing was getting to be too much.
I glanced at Gabe as he drove. “Do you know where Neil is?” I asked, trying and failing terribly to sound casual.
The look of bliss on his face slipped, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
“Why do you ask?”
I rolled my eyes. “Because after countless hours in bed with you, I plan on running off to find the maniac who tried to rape me.”
Gabe scowled. “Watch the tone, Ella.”
“Fine,” I said. “I just want to know that he’s gone for good.”
I watched Gabe’s tension melt away, like there was any question I was committed to him. It hurt a little to see him seriously doubt me like that. “Do you really think I would still want him?” I asked.
“I know that the rational part of you never did, but until you’re wearing my mark on your neck, my wolf isn’t going to be satisfied.”
“Well, mine isn’t, either,” I grumbled. I hadn’t intended to say that out loud, but when Gabe’s face lit up, and he reached for my hand, I was happy that I did.
We spent the rest of the drive like that, holding hands, his thumb making small circles on my palm. For the first time in a long time, I was able to just relax and enjoy the moment. Tomorrow was the full moon. We planned to go to the pack run and end the evening with me accepting Gabe’s mating bite. Since we had definitely consummatedthe relationship in every other way— multiple times, in fact— the mating bite should be enough to bind us together.
As for right now, I wasn’t entirely sure where we were going. I thought maybe he wanted to do something romantic and try to inspire that side of our relationship, which also felt brand new. But that wasn’t his plan at all, and nothing would have prepared me for the dread of pulling into a parking space in front of the downtown diner.
I groaned and slumped in my seat. "Why are we here?" I asked, already guessing the answer.
Gabe smiled sadly, feeling my discomfort. "Samantha's working today," he said. "She wanted to see you and asked if we would stop by."
My heart sank into my stomach as I looked at the diner's windows and saw Samantha inside, smiling and easily taking orders from customers. She had a lot more confidence than me when it came to dealing with people, and I just didn't feel like facing her again after she had lied about their relationship.
"Ella, please?" Gabe asked with desperation in his voice. He must have sensed that I was on the edge of saying no. "Trust me. Sometimes people just need another chance to make things right."
