The knot is coming, pushing just a little deeper with every thrust until they were locked together, bound. He cried out at the additional stretch, shoving backwards against him until Sam is just rocking against him, hand stroking him ever closer to his peak. Their skin is slicked with sweat, the room thick with pheromones and Gabriel has never been happier. He won't be the odd wolf out any longer. He has a mate. He belongs somewhere.

He belongs with Sam.

"Fuck.. Sam. Like that. Just like that. Gonna make me.. gonna.."