Sixty- Eight: Intoxicating

My eyes blinked open slowly, the muscles in my body tight and sore from the trauma they had endured. My limbs felt heavy as I lay sprawled out on the ground.

Gabriel was no longer pressed against me but was now standing over me, nuzzling my head. A burst of energy went through me as I felt the excitement and love pouring from him. I lifted my head to look at his wolf, only to be greeted with a wet lick up the side of my face.

Sparks traveled along my skin everywhere he touched, more intense than they had been before.

'I am so proud of you,' Gabriel's voice rang through my head as he continued to touch and rub against me. I took in a deep inhale, surprised by the new smells. One, in particular, stood out among the rest. The spice of it resembled cinnamon, but it wasn't exact.

My head lifted on its own, and my nose pressed forward until it was up against the furry neck of my mate. The smell was him, and it was intoxicating.

'You did it, my love.'

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