Gabriel laughed breathlessly, finally able to think through the rush of heat and hormones now that he's securely knotted to Sam. His chosen Alpha. Reaching back, Gabriel brushed his hands along Sam's warm skin. The room is heavy with the scent of sex, of his heat and Sam's release, a mated pair.

"Completely perfect," he sighed blissfully.

"Think I can probably reach my cell if you need to check in." His brothers might worry, but at the moment, Gabriel couldn't give a good goddamn what his brothers thought. He had Sam. Nothing else mattered.