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Twenty-Six: Dessert

As I finished my plate, I thought about Gabriel working in one of the pack's shops. Him standing there in jeans that hugged his thighs and butt, steel toe boots, and a tight t-shirt, damp with sweat. The image of him with grease on his rough and calloused hands as the back of one ran across his forehead made me start to feel hot.

My tongue ran out over my lips, wetting them as I pressed my thighs together. Gabriel's hand tightened on my hip, fingers pressing down onto and sending sparks across my skin. The sound of his fork dropping to his plate made me look up. His eyes were black, and the predatory gaze he sent my way sent a rush of pleasure straight to my core.

"Mate," he growled out seductively. "You seem to have something on your mind." He pressed his nose to the sensitive flesh of my neck, running it up the skin until he reached my lips. "You have no idea what you do to me."

His kiss left me breathless, and I immediately spun around to straddle him. Our tongues fought for domi
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