A different sort of hunt

[low_key_angel]

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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[low_key_angel]

The nuzzle was enough, at least for the moment. Not enough to seal their bonding, not when what he wanted was fangs breaking skin and marking him for good, but it helped his head clear when Sam spoke. Unwilling to give up an inch of space between them, he untangled his hand from Sam's shirt and fumbled for the knobs, switching the oven off before pressing in closer.

"Sam," he panted. "Please. Please." He was already straining his jeans, nosing at the faint stubble along Sam's jaw. Another moment and he'd be reduced to outright begging, his wolf desperate to be mated, to let Sam claim what was his.

[fromfryingpantofire]

It was difficult, but Sam knew he needed to be the one who could think, at least for another few moments before the pheromones got too heavy for them both. He could only hold out so long before he was in full blown rut himself.

"Bed," he murmured to Gabriel. "We need to find a bed or...or something. Comfortable."

His wolf would have been perfectly happy pushing Gabriel over the prep table and taking him like that, but the knotting would have been far, far too uncomfortable for them both in that position. Especially with the difference in heights.