Sam groaned at the sight and the pronouncement, even as he stood to get rid of his own clothing. He got caught on his boots, though, and had to take an extra moment to get rid of them before he could settle behind Gabriel, reaching down to stroke his fingers over the Omega's opening. "Then I guess I don't have to worry so much about a condom, do I?" He should. He knew he should, because even though he knew he was clean, he should still...

But his wolf was screaming MATE at him, and the wolf didn't want anything between them. And Sam found himself agreeing.