Gabriel pressed back against his fingers, against any contact at all. His head sagged forward and he whined. Lycanthropy was a fairly aggressive gene, wiping out most diseases before packs could succumb. A condom would have been extra protection, but he wasn't sure he could stand waiting much longer.

"Please," he begged, hips rocking backwards. "Sam, please. I need you. Need you in me."

He needed his Alpha. He needed Sam.