Can you not talk about him while my fingers are about to be knuckles deep in your pussy?

~Gabriel~

Gabriel lets out a drawn out moan when their lips touch, intense pleasure coursing through his body. Her lips are soft and warm against his just like the first time. The only thing that's different is how unrushed she is. Her kiss is soft and uncharacteristically sweet. It's strange, unfamiliar and he doesn't know what to do other than to follow her lead.

His hands settle on her waist and his body jolts when she slowly licks the top of his lip. Taking advantage of his shock, she slides her tongue into his mouth. Gabriel can taste the red wine she was nursing earlier as he sucks on her tongue. He can tell she likes that from how her body shivers and how she grabs him by the neck to deepen the kiss. Overwhelmed by the scent of her arousal and pheromones, he grabs her ass harshly. He revels in the way she moans as her sweet pussy rubs against his erection through their clothes.

His lungs hurt every time he takes in a breath and the fact that she's the one who did that to him turns him on even more. A sharp huff of pain escapes his lips when she presses on his chest. He can tell its on purpose from the way she smirks. Taking the initiative, he bits her top lip in retaliation. Lifting her up by the underside of her thighs, he moves over to the lounge chair to their right. Before he can place her on it, she shifts her weight and pushes him into the chair.

Gabriel groans when his back connects with wood through the thin foam. His anguish is mixed with arousal when she sits directly on his cock. Her dress is spread all over his hip so he can feel how wet she is through her lacy underwear as much as he can smell it. Sitting up so he can reach her neck, he leaves a trail of kisses from her jaw to her throat.

"Hmm, we really shouldn't do this here," she whispers, going ahead to remove his tie and unbotton his suit jacket.

"No," he concurs, helping her take off the jacket. Gripping her neck, he pulls her in for a rough kiss. His temperature rises the more he kisses her. Feeling his wolf pushing up to the surface, a low growl ripples from his throat. Going under her dress, he pushes her hips forward. His cock throbs when she whimpers at the movement, the urge to devour her getting stronger by the second.

"Someone could walk in here at any moment," she moans against his mouth, eagerly tangling their tongues together as she continues rubbing herself on him.

"Then it's a good thing I locked the door on my way in," he says, frantically unbuttoning her button down dress without disconnecting their lips. Despite there being only five buttons, Gabriel has to hold himself back from just ripping it open. Even though her anger afterwards would be delectable, he doesn't have a spare dress for her to wear in his car and he doesn't fancy anyone seeing his woman in a compromising position.

"I'm supposed to be supervising my subordinates," she groans, arching her back when he bites the flesh of her bust exposed in her push up bra. She licks his ear lobe, making him shiver and buck up into her.

Fuck, she found his weak spot.

"They can handle themselves," he chokes out, holding her closer and jolting when she keeps teasing his ear. "Besides, if anyone asks, you can say you were convincing a top investor to make a fat investment."

She snorts and smacks his chest.

"Ow," he guffaws, half amused, half in pain.

"Sorry," she chuckles, pecking him.

"It's fine, little dove," he smiles, pecking her back. It goes on repeatedly like that until they're aggressively kissing again.

"I shouldn't be doing this," she moans as Gabriel slides his hand into her underwear and cups her wet core. "Alexander, he-"

Jesus Christ. "Can you not talk about him while my fingers are about to be knuckles deep in your pussy?" He grumbles against her neck, inhaling her scent while running his fingers through her vulva. He smirks when her thighs grip his hip tighter in response.

"But I'm worried," she says, pulling back to stare at him. The concern is evident in her lust ridden eyes. "You didn't see how he looked yesterday. It's like he saw a ghost. He was so pale and panicked. Something bad must have happened. An accident or something. He mentioned something about his mother."

Sighing, Gabriel winces as he sits up properly. Taking his hand out of her underwear, he lifts her hips and makes sure she's sitting comfortably on him. "If you're so worried, why don't you call him?" He suggests, praying to every god in existence that cock blocking baffoon doesn't pick up.

She sighs. "I would except he dropped his phone while rushing out yesterday."

It's difficult to hide his smile but Gabriel manages it and clears his throat. "Then call his other phone," he says, trying to keep the happiness out of his voice.

"His other phone?" She asks with that cute confused frown on her face. The way she tilts her head is so adorable that he can't help but smile.

"You seriously think he has only one phone?" He hums quizzically, brushing stray strands of her blonde hair off her face. "Personally, I have three phones. One for my personal life, one for my business life and another for running things in my pack." Admiring the beads of sweat on her forehead that makes some her front hair resemble baby hair, he eyes the band holding her hair in a ponytail.

"Plus I have multiple SIM cards that I use intermittently and change regularly to prevent hacking and easy accessibilty. It's standard protocol. There's no reasonable Alpha who wouldn't adopt that style in this day and age." Not to mention it especially came in handy when this evil little vixen was dodging his calls.

"Yeah, except I don't have any of those numbers," she pouts.

Licking his lips, Gabriel covers that pout with his mouth. "I do," he says, trapping her bottom lip between his teeth. He doesn't apply pressure and then replaces his teeth with his tongue. He likes how she instantly sucks on it. "I have all his business and personal numbers."

She cocks her head back. "Why exactly do you have those?"

He shrugs, raising his hand up to the band on her hair. "So I can block them," he retorts, using his index claw to snap the band easily.

She gives him a funny frown as her hair cascades down her face. "Why?"

"I hate him," he says breathlessly, taking in the sight of her with her hair down. Laying down on his back, he wedges his head with his left hand and keeps his right hand on her bare waist. This position, the way she's staring down at him with those golden brown eyes in sexy lingerie is so hot. If Aphrodite was a she-wolf, this would be her representation.

"Again, why?"

He shakes his head. "I don't want to talk about it. I'll give you one of his personal numbers-"

She squeals. "Thank you-"

"-on one condition," he grins when she groans.

"I should have known," she scoffs. "Alright, hit me."

"Meet my family this weekend."

"Not happening," she answers without hesitation.

He laughs, holding his chest that's starting to hurt less than before. "At least consider it."

She hums, leaning down to rest her chin on his half exposed chest. "That I can do."

"And-"

"There's more. What a surprise," she drawls, giving him an unimpressed look.

He chuckles, flicking her forehead. "-go out with me tomorrow," he says as she rubs her forehead with a pout. "You can pick the location if you want. I just want to spend time with you," he grabs her hand and kisses her forehead. "Please?" He tilts his head with a smile when she tries to look away from him. "Hmm?" He pecks her chin, sitting up when she tries to avoid him. "Hmm?" He pecks her left cheek. "Hmm?" He pecks her right cheek. "Hmm?" He bites her nose.

"Gabriel," she huffs out a light laugh, squealing when he blows raspberries on her stomach as one would a child. "The hell?" She chuckles.

Gabriel grins, giving her a lingering kiss on her lips. "Please?" He begs, making his best doe eyes.

She laughs, shaking her head. "No one will ever believe me if I tell them you're trying to be cute with me."

"Of course. I have quite the reputation, little dove," he winks, the happiness in her eyes birthing a rising warmth in his heart. "So?"

She inhales deeply, looking up in thought. "I don't know," she says, swaying her head from side to side. "Maybe," she glances at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes that makes his cock jolt. "Depends," she whispers sensually, her breath on his ear making him pulse downstairs.

He gulps, feeling her guide his hand to her pussy. "On what?" He asks, already having an idea of where this is going. He hums, closing his eyes to the soothing feeling of her fingers running through his hair. A shocked moan escapes his lips when she suddenly grips his hair like a vice, using it to pull his head back.

"On how well you do something about the mess you've made," she whispers into his lips, rubbing herself on his finger.

Smirking at the challenge, he switches their positions. Grinning down at her turned on expression, he rips open her panties. "I guess I'll have to clean up properly then."