low_key_angel | A different sort of hunt

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A different sort of hunt

Gabriel was used to being odd man out, the only Omega born to his small, powerful pack. But with two older brothers who were both Alphas, they were usually more concerned with their own power plays than Gabriel and his search for a mate.

Because heat when you were unmated? Sucked.

Michael would probably prefer to chain him up once a year and let him sweat it out, which is probably why he left home as his heat started to near.

If he was going to find a mate, it was going to be on his terms.

What he didn't expect was to catch a tantalizing scent at the local bookstore. Something that called up images of sunlight and pine trees and cool shade.

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"And I wouldn't have stopped you or even complained." He drags Sam over him, stroking him again firmly once the rest of their clothes are out of the way. "I think taking me over the counter should be on the list, especially in our kitchen."

Seven months isn't that long, not really, but it's still strange to think how much he's going to change in such a short amount of time. "Then I'll just have to push you down on the couch and ride you when the pup starts getting in the way." Gabriel's legs part, raising his knees to frame Sam's hips as he settles in close above him.

Sam reaches down between them, sliding his fingers to find Gabriel's entrance, just running his fingers over it for the moment. "Over the counter. Over the table." He presses his finger in, just the tip. "Anywhere you want me to, baby."

He bends, pressing his lips to Gabriel's. "Gonna hold you to that," he murmurs. "God, I love watching you ride me. When you can't even wait for me to push you down, you just want it right then. Love watching you take that bit of control, too."

That finger gently sliding in steals his breath for a moment and Gabriel laughs against his lips. He hooks one leg over Sam's and raises up, pushing hard against one shoulder, rolling Sam onto his back. Sure Sam lets him do it, rolling with the change in direction, but that doesn't make it any less hot as he straddles his hips with a wicked grin.

"You mean like this, babe?"

The move makes Sam's finger slip out of Gabriel, but he doesn't mind so much. Because that's his mate over him, looking down at him with that wickedness in his expression.

"Yeah," he agrees, laying his hands against Gabriel's hips. "Yeah, exactly like that."

It really is Gabriel's favorite position overall. He likes it when Sam gets a little forceful sometimes, pushing him down in his eagerness to simply sink into him and it's amazing. But this? This is his favorite.

He gets to set the pace, gets to watch Sam react to every move of his body, the way the muscles in his chest and arms pull and shift with him. And he gets to see every expression as he rides his mate to completion.

"Good. Because I don't think I"m going to let you up from this for awhile."

And Sam likes it a lot when Gabriel takes control, when he does as he likes. He also likes that he doesn't have to be the stereotypical Alpha, always in control. Changing things up is a good thing.

He slides his hands up Gabriel's sides, then back down to his hips. "Mmm. So, if I'm not getting up for a while, what am I doing?" And grins because whatever Gabriel wants will be great.

Leaning close, Gabriel kisses him, rolling his body against Sam's. "Like you said. We're gonna celebrate. I'm going to suck you first and then I'm going to ride you until I can take your knot. And when we're done? I'm going to do it again."

Because he likes being able to take control, taking care of him like this. There was nothing quite as incredible as watching Sam looking utterly wrecked after he rode him.

Sam pushes up into the kiss, not trying to take control but certainly letting Gabriel know how hungry he is for it. His hands slide upward again, thumbs brushing over Gabriel's nipples. "Mmm. That sounds absolutely delightful."

Absolutely no problem giving up control to his partner. Maybe that doesn't make him much of an Alpha in the eyes of some, but Sam doesn't care. Because the only thing that matters is his mate.

It's one of the reasons Gabriel loves Sam so much. He doesn't care as much about traditional roles when it came to the pack. Sure he was the Alpha, his mate and protector, but Sam let him take charge in bed sometimes and didn't care that he ran his own place.

He hums at the brush of his thumbs, slowly kissing his way along Sam's broad chest. "Good. Because if we're going to celebrate, we're going to do it right."

Sam grins up at him, rolling his thumbs over Gabriel's nipples again. "I think we're not leaving the bed for very much for at least a day." As long as it wouldn't be dangerous for Gabriel and the baby.

He laughs against his skin, wriggling lower. "That can be arranged, as long as you can deal with the occasional coma. Squirt isn't bigger than my thumb and apparently already calling the shots."

Not that he minded. He'd sleep better with Sam anyway.

"I think we can handle that." The grin isn't going anywhere, but Sam does take his hands away from Gabriel so that he can move. "I know. Body is adjusting and needs a lot of rest to deal with the changes."

Gabriel hums against his skin, letting his lips ghost over the familiar planes of Sam's hips as he works lower. They'll talk details later. Right now he's just going to revel in the scent and touch of his mate. After so long apart, this is where he wants his focus to be. On Sam.

He nips at a thigh before cupping him with one hand. "Missed you Sammy."

Really, there's just going to be a lot of sex over the next few days. Luckily, there isn't that much left to pack up in the apartment.

Sam reaches down, sliding his fingers into Gabriel's hair, gasping softly at the nip and fingers cupping him. "Mmm. Missed you, too, Gabe. So much. No idea how I managed to concentrate the past few weeks."

Plenty of sex before moving home to start a new life together. There's nothing about that Gabriel doesn't like. He wraps nimble fingers around Sam's dick, stroking him as he looks up at his mate. "But you did," he kisses his thigh gently. "And now we leave together. No more time away."

He dips his head to take Sam into his mouth, his hands sliding eagerly up his mate's body.

Sam groans, hips shifting slightly as he tried not to push up into Gabriel's hand. And then doing his best not to push up into Gabriel's mouth. "No more time away," he agrees, licking his lips as he strokes the other man's hair.

Gabriel hums against him, finally pulling away when Sam was ready. He doesn't need much in the way of prep, anticipation has his body slicked and eager for him.

"No more time," he agrees, straddling his hips and lowering himself down onto his mate with a groan.

It really doesn't take much. He was already hard before Gabriel slid down his body. Which isn't to say that Gabriel's mouth wasn't wonderful, but it wasn't what he wanted just at that moment.

His hands shift to Gabriel's hips when he settles over Sam, groaning as well as he pushes up into his mate. He keeps his eyes open, though, watching Gabriel.

His back rounds, bracing his hands on Sam's shoulders as he slowly sank down over Sam, a breathless groan slipping free as his mate filled him. Gabriel leans slowly forward, kissing him. "Missed you Sammy," he pants against his lips.

He chases the kiss, keeping his lips brushing against Gabriel's as they share breath, as they both get used to the way they feel joined together once more. "Still can't get over how perfectly you fit with me," he murmurs, looking up into Gabriel's eyes. He rocks his hips up into Gabriel, pushing as deep as he could.

Fondly, Gabriel brushes the hair away from Sam's forehead. "'Course we do. " Call him sentimental, but Sam was bonded mate. They fit together because he'd been waiting his entire life for him. With a breathy sigh against his lips, Gabriel rocks down against him until Sam is comfortably seated in him.

"I'm yours Sammy. Always have been."

The swelling in his knot meant he couldn't get entirely into Gabriel, not yet. But it doesn't mean that he isn't comfortable. His hands stroke over Gabriel's sides and thighs, hips rocking against the other man. "And I've always been yours." Even if he'd never known it before that day in the bookshop. "Still want to mark you all over, though."

The beginnings of his knot only encourage Gabriel to move, working himself slowly against it and the teasing push it provided. He smiles down at him, leaning for a kiss. "We've got the weekend. Nothing's stopping you from doing that several times over, Sammy."

Because he really can't deny that possessive Sam is one hell of a turn on.

Without heat to drive them, the knot wouldn't be as large or tie them together for as long. Which, honestly, Sam was fine with. He very much liked sex just for the sake of having sex.

He growls softly, licking up into the kiss as his hands tighten on Gabriel's hips. "Want me to keep them beneath the shirt collar?" Where they wouldn't show, even if they did heal pretty fast.

Gabriel was just fine with that. As much as he liked being tied to Sam, a shorter bond was sometimes enough. It let them ride out the afterglow together and still not sacrifice the better part of an afternoon.

He shivered at the growl, automatically tilting his head to bear his neck to his Alpha. "Oh hell no. Want them everywhere."

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