Chapter 73
"You must pay attention." I plead with him, "Please, Gabriel," and give Chris my cutest puppy dog expression.
"My arm is OK, and my lip cut is almost healed. I'll return early on Monday. I really want to go, so please. “
He lifts me up and places me on his black leather chair while growling loudly and pacing in front of the window. Occasionally, his dark eyes would cast a glimpse my way before he snarls to himself, clenching his nose bridge or furiously raking a hand through his dark brown hair. I have job to do, Amanda. How am I meant to defend you from here? When he finally speaks, I find myself staring at him in disbelief.
"Chris and the folks from your pack will be there, and you have guards on me all the time. It's not like I'll be by myself. " "Our pack." He corrects me, which causes me to snicker before nodding. While he glances at me with doubt and fear flashing across his eyes, I gaze up at him with anticipation. He remains silent for a while before ultimately sighing and nodding. I suddenly widen my eyes before charging him while shouting with delight.
"Thank you very much," I said.
“My most skilled soldiers will be with you. Don't challenge my position on this.”
He frowns and pulls my petite form closer to him while still displaying hesitation in his gaze. I start talking about how I need to start packing for the vacation tomorrow as I start to pull away. Gabriel's strong arms wrap around my waist as he places his chin on my shoulder, stopping me in my tracks as I make my way toward the door.
Before removing the neckline of my shirt and delivering an open-mouthed kiss on my newly exposed flesh, he inhales my aroma deeply. I lean my head back to rest against his shoulder, giving him even more access as I shudder at the surge of pleasure that fills me. I cry in protest as he pulls away after giving me another kiss on my hot flesh. I turn and give him a stern talking to for making such crude fun of me, but all he does is smirk.
"Come back immediately when you've finished packing, and I'll pick off where I left off."
As his fingertips touch the flesh where my neck meets my shoulder, he makes husky promises while his emerald eyes become dimmer. I sigh and nod, pouting in irritation, then leave his office. I'll make him abide by that.
******
The following morning
When the alarm goes off, I sigh in irritation. As I make a tiny rotation, I rapidly come to the realization that I am immobile due to a big object pressing my body against the bed. I take a glance around and give my eyes a moment to adjust to the room's semi-darkness before turning to face what is on top of me. Gabriel is curled up on top of me, one hand on my right hip and the other entangled in my untidy hair. Now that I'm fully awake, I turn off the alarm and try to get out of bed to use the toilet, but I can't since it just makes him complain and tighten his hold on me.
I give him a sweet grin while brushing my hand through his thick brown hair, which causes him to husk. My fingers can be seen tracing a path down the side of his face, from the temple to the cheekbone, to the corner of his lips, and ultimately to the strong jawline. He suddenly opens his eyes to stare at me lazily, and I scream in shock as his fangs bite my thumb that was tracing his lower lip. He pulls me under him and pushes himself up so that he is now hovering over me, his green eyes glowing. I blush and giggle in excitement.
“Mi ángel, pareces aún más hermosa cuando te despiertas.” He mutters. (My angel, you seem even more gorgeous when you wake up.)
Gabriel is multilingual; he speaks Spanish, English and Latin with ease, as I recently discovered. He also informed me that every Alpha is taught to speak Latin since it is required of them and because it helps them communicate when they wish to keep a discussion between themselves and others. I have to prepare. I murmur quietly, caressing his cheek with one hand and rubbing his skin with my thumb. He pouts, which causes butterflies to flutter in my tummy, then nods and releases me. I nearly want him to yank me back and cradle me in his arms for all eternity. I'm feeling chilly since we lost communication.
I walk to the restroom and carry out my daily activities. I quickly shower, wrap a towel around my hair, and then put on a minimal amount of makeup. In one of Gabriel's large en suite's chests of drawers, I keep my makeup bag. While applying mascara to my lashes and lip balm at the end of my makeup application, I hum a song. I then exited the bathroom.
I cast a quick peek at Gabriel, who is lounging on the bed with his naked chest prominently shown and his sweatpants dangling so low off his hips that I'm scared if he moves I'll see what he's carrying down below. His muscles were pumped as his arms lay behind his head. Once more, letting my eyes stray to his abs, I followed the 'v' to the bulge in his pants. As I turn to look at him, I notice that his eyes have significantly darkened, which causes me to gasp as heat rises throughout my lower body. I bite my lip and look away quickly before rushing to the walk-in wardrobe to choose a relaxed outfit for the lengthy flight. I pulled on some ankle socks, a long, loose-fitting black ribbed sweater, and a pair of black, torn denim pants before donning my white sneakers. While blow-drying my hair, I use a straightener to fix a few troublesome sections, leave them open, and slightly ruffle them to give them a haphazard appearance. I take my backpack and depart when I'm through.
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