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The elevator doors opened on the lobby of the penthouse suite and Gabriel rushed Annabelle into the vestibule.

He didn’t want to give her time to think, time to change her mind.

Her hot little mouth on his throat, her hands working at the buttons on his shirt and the vice-like grip of her thighs around his hips suggested he had no cause for concern.

But he wasn’t taking any chances. His balls had been bluer than the stripe on his country’s flag all afternoon, and he didn’t think his cock could take another rejection.

“My purse, my things.”

Gabriel grunted, and rushed back to the elevator, using his foot to drag Annabelle’s coat, scarf and purse out before the doors whooshed closed.

He retraced his steps through into his suite and kicked the door shut behind them, stumbling past the furniture until he had her pressed against the glass of the floor to ceiling windows.

The lights from the San Francisco skyline twinkled behind her, but he paid them no mind, hitching her higher and ducking his head, taking her nipple in his mouth.

She pushed at his shoulders. “Wait, Gabriel.”

He growled his displeasure and nipped at her nipple. Her thighs clenched tighter, and she let out a lusty moan. His Belle had always been vocal in bed.

“Stop. What about Stefanie?”

He released her nipple, and her grip on his waist loosened. She slid her feet to the floor and tugged at her dress.

“What about Stef? I told you we are not together.”

“But I still don’t want her to walk in on us.”

Gabriel brushed her hands away, bunched the material of her dress, slid her arms free and tugged it down over her hips, dropping it into a puddle of blue at her feet.

Putain , she was beautiful. Naked but for the scrap of blue lace between her thighs and her knee-high boots.

She stiffened in his arms. “Gabriel—”

He spun her around so she faced the view—the view of her almost naked perfection. “Do you see what I see, mon amour ?”

He nibbled at her earlobe, watching in the reflection as he slid his hand around to cup her breast. The sight of her pale creaminess against the black of his jeans, his shirt, had his balls throbbing.

He pressed his body against her, sucking in a breath as she ground her ass into his groin.

If he were already naked, he’d be unable to hold himself back.

Though the material of his pants chafed, it kept him in check.

Three long years… Annabelle wasn’t ready yet for the rough fucking he needed.

“ Mon amour , Stef is out enjoying all that San Francisco has to offer. She will not return until morning.”

Did he feel guilty about the lie? Hell yes, but Stef was right. Until they had all the answers, they couldn’t completely trust anyone. Annabelle had lied to him twice already this evening.

He plumped her breast, and a plume of her arousal scented the air. “Any more concerns before I give you what your body is crying out for?

Her breath hitched. “What about…protection?”

“Don’t need it.”

“Wha—”

He pinched her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, and her words morphed into a throaty moan.

“The wolves of Langeais are werewolves, in the true sense of the word, Annabelle.” In ways she was not ready to know the full truth of. “Like all shifters, we cannot carry diseases, but unlike other shifters, we cannot procreate with humans. I don’t need to wear a condom.”

Putain , he had wanted to fuck her bare from the moment he’d met her. With her very human concerns about protection, and so early in their relationship, she hadn’t been ready to hear what she was to him. He’d worn a prophylactic. Every. Damn. Time . Not tonight.

His lips brushed her ear. “Tonight, Belle, it’ll be just us. My cock, your pussy and no barrier in between.”

She gasped, and the scent of her arousal intensified. She made to turn around, but he held her firm. “ L’amour de ma vie , do you see how beautiful you look in my arms?”

He dropped a kiss at the crook of her neck, his tongue flicking out to taste her. A growl rumbled up in his throat, and his wolf pushed to the surface. It had always been this way with Annabelle. Struggling to maintain his control. To keep his wolf in check.

He met her gaze in the reflection. “Watch,” he whispered, and then he tweaked her nipple with his fingers.

Her back arched, pressing her breast into his palm and her ass into his cock.

He rotated his hips, grinding against her, never taking his eyes off her.

Allowing the wolf through, just a little, he snagged the band of her panties with a claw and cut through the lace.

They fell to the floor with her dress. He willed his wolf away, before it had a chance to take hold or push through his defenses.

She trembled as he brushed his hand over her hip, across her stomach and down, his fingers questing for her clit. Her body jerked when he found it, her mouth parting and her head sagging back against his shoulder.

“ Non, non, ma belle. Watch.”

Hooded eyes met his, then her gaze dropped to the reflection of his hand sliding through her slick folds.

He thrust a finger inside her, then another, his other hand plumping her breast. Her pussy fluttered around his fingers.

She was as primed as he was. With a slow slide, he pulled his fingers almost all the way out.

She whimpered and her bottom lip trembled. He thrust back in, going deep.

“Yes!” she hissed.

He did it again.

“More.”

L’enfer , he loved how demanding she was.

He slid his fingers out again. This time, she chased them.

He chuckled and scraped his blunt human teeth against the tendons of her shoulder.

La mien. Mine. His wolf pushed forward, and his gums ached with the press of his canines.

His wolf wanted to claim her, mark her as his for the world to see.

For that connard , Dutton, to see. He resisted the urge. Not yet. Not now. Soon.

“Gabe, I need…” She ground back against his groin. “More. Now.”

He understood her impatience. If he didn’t free his dick from the stranglehold of his pants, he might soon cut off his circulation.

“ Oui, so do I.”

He thrust his fingers back in and set up a rhythm, fast and furious, reveling in the sounds of desperate need spilling from her mouth and of his fingers pummeling her eager pussy.

With a grind of his thumb against her clit, she came, spasming around his fingers.

In the reflection, her body quivered, her skin flushed, and she crushed his olive-skinned hand between her white silken thighs.

He growled, setting off another spasming of her pussy.

Gabriel had never seen a more beautiful sight.

Annabelle slumped against Gabriel, her body spent. She would have fallen to the floor like a limp noodle had his arms not held her in place. Residual spikes of pleasure flickered through her body as her chest heaved and her heartbeat pounded loud in her chest. Her eyelids fluttered open.

The view from the penthouse was stunning, but it was their reflection that held her attention.

Her naked. Gabe still dressed. His fingers still inside her.

Coffee-brown eyes reflecting back at her in the glass.

Heat zipped through her, and her pussy tightened on his fingers.

She whimpered. Dark shadows flitted in his eyes and his face pinched tight.

His wolf was hungry. For her. Her mouth went dry and her pussy spasmed again.

His fingers weren’t enough. She wanted more.

He removed his hand and stepped back.

“Gabe…”

“Don’t turn around. Hands on the glass, bebe, and spread your legs.”

She tried to swallow, but her mouth was drier than desert sand. She did as she was told, her legs wobbly in her boots. Clothing rustled behind her, and she caught a glimpse of his shirt as it slipped to the floor.

“Eyes forward.”

Annabelle sucked in a breath at the guttural command. Gabriel had always been a dominant lover, but there was an edge, a rawness to him now. Was it his wolf? Had it always been there, and she’d been blind to it? No. This was something new. And, oh God, she liked it.

The slide of a zipper, then more rustling.

Slickness coated her thighs. Soft footfalls on the carpet.

Heat suffused her body, and her pelvic muscles clenched.

Her thighs quivered and her nipples were so hard they were almost painful.

She’d never been so turned on in all her life.

A gentle touch on the curve of her hip and the heat of his palm burned into her.

“Three long years I’ve waited for this. I’ve got calluses on my fucking hand from jerking off to memories of you.”

Her breathing was shallow, panting almost. Annabelle longed to press back into him, to turn around, but something held her in check. Fear? Fear she’d see her own desperate need for him reflected in his eyes?

Wait. What? Does he mean what I think he means?

A muscled thigh pushed between her legs, the brush of his cock against her ass almost bringing her undone. “Wider.”

Her heart did a little skip. Had he really not slept with anyone since Paris?

He growled and slapped her ass with his palm. “Wider, Annabelle.”

Heat ripped through her, bringing her to the edge. It was all she could do to get her trembling legs to comply. His fingers traced the length of her spine, and she arched her back, presenting to him.

A harsh intake of breath and a low rumble reverberated behind her. “Look at you, your pussy all pretty pink, swollen and wet. Just for me.”

“Gabe…” She all but moaned his name, angling her hips higher, wanting, needing him to fill her up.

He tugged at her hips, and the thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance. “Belle , you ruined me for all other women.”

Then he thrust into her, seating himself deep. She cried out at the exquisite pleasure, at the fullness, at the way he stretched her. He was a big man, in all ways, and she reveled in it.

“Prepare yourself, mon amour. I have waited too long for this. I’m going to fuck you like I need to. Like the animal I am.”

He drew back, a delicious slide against sensitized nerve endings.

Then he slammed back in. Hard. Savage. Deep.

Another slide out, another deep thrust and a part moan, part scream slipped from her lips.

As though all restraint lifted with her cry, the beast released, Gabe pounded into her with a relentless savagery.

Oh God, oh God, oh God!

She pressed her heated face against the icy window, and her breath fogged up the glass.

Sounds she never thought she’d make again filled the room, with the accompanying slap of skin on skin and Gabe’s harsh breathing.

Her hands against the window and his bruising grip on her hips were the only things keeping her upright.

Putain. He’d forgotten how good this felt.

The slap of his heavy balls against her thighs.

The slide of his cock through her wet heat.

Her little gasps and whimpers. The trembling of her pussy around his shaft.

There was no feeling in the world like it.

Even better, there was no barrier between his bare cock and her pussy.

Finally, finally, he was back where he belonged.

He wanted to howl his triumph to the world.

The barest thread of sanity was all that kept his wolf in check.

Was all that stopped him from letting it loose and bringing the hotel staff, and the authorities, down on their heads.

Against his will, his canines punched through his gums. The urge to bite her, to turn her and to truly make her his, was excruciating.

He slipped his hand around to pinch her clit and a hoarse scream ripped from her throat, her pussy clenching his cock like a vise.

Pleasure ripped up his spine, and he thrust one last time.

His body stiffened, spots danced in front of his eyes, and he threw his head back and roared his release, spilling his seed inside her.

Merde. He had died and gone to heaven.

Annabelle collapsed against him, trembling, and he folded his big body around her, taking them both to the floor.

Still inside her. Still impossibly hard.

Annabelle still wearing those sexy boots.

He cradled her in his arms as he tried to catch his breath and slow his pounding heart.

Putain. It had always been good between them, but that…

“Wow,” she breathed, her chest heaving against his. “That was…”

He chuckled. “Mind blowing?”

“Yeah.”

“ Oui , it was.”

She chuckled. “I don’t think I can move.”

The night was still young. Gabriel wasn’t done with her yet. He didn’t think he’d ever be done, but tonight… Tonight was all about making up for lost time. For those three agonizing years they’d spent apart.

He eased out of her and got to his feet. Scooping her up, he cradled her in his arms, as he padded across the room and up the floating staircase to the master suite.

There, he laid her on the bed. “Stay,” he growled. “We’re not finished here, Belle .”