Page 22 of Taken by Moonlight

Gabriel taught me to fight, not merely in wolfskin, but in human skin so no one will ever take advantage of meagain.

I know their sexualhabits.

I’ve seen Dante fuck a woman at Crossroads against the wall in his clothing, moving subtly against her so you wouldn’t even know he’s fucking her, but for her bare legs wrapped around his waist. He will leave her limp and sated and hounding him for more an hourlater.

I’ve seen Gabriel give oral sex to one of the strippers until she begged him to stop. Or notstop.

Sex to us isn’t something to hide in the bedroom. It’s freeing, wild andopen.

But once we select a mate, we have sex only with that mate. Werewolves mate forlife.

Gabriel will sometimes talk with me late into the night after he’s home from a prowl. He will share information about how he tied up his latest lover and spanked her, or how he made her scream for more when he used his infamous collection of analplugs.

Gabriel has the largest collection of anal plugs known to shifters. He’s proud of it, as one would collect postagestamps.

On those nights I listen, as a younger brother would listen to an elder brother brag about his sexual conquests. But I’m not likehim.

I’m not likethem.

I’mdifferent.

I enjoy sex, but my partner has to betrustworthy.

At the same time, Gabe is like a brother to me more than Dante’s beta. We work together as a team to keep the pack safe, andhappy.

And make Dante happy and relaxed aswell.

Dante knows what I like. What makes me feel safe and yet like a worthy male again. When he rescued me from my former life, I gave him myallegiance.

I gave him my loyalty and with my knowledge of investments and analytics, I gave him, and the pack, a means to make a considerable amount ofmoney.

I would give my life for myalpha.

And what would he do forme?

He would give his mate for me to be my own aswell.

I only hope she will agree to ourproposal…