Gabriel arched into that touch with a pleased rumble bordering on a whimper. More. God, he needed so much more. He didn't want just sex, didn't want just someone to help cool his heat, Gabriel wanted more. He wanted a mate, he wanted stability, he wanted a future with someone.

Call him old-fashioned, but he wanted it to be right.

Panting, Gabriel worried gently at Sam's lower lip with blunt teeth. "Me too. First thing I thought of were the old stories. That maybe," his fingers grazed the beltline of Sam's jeans, "I'd fount what I'd been missing my whole life."