Chapter 32 We’ve Got This
Chapter Thirty-Two
We’ve Got This
ELI
The chorus of birds chirping was a soundtrack I’d never get tired of.
The warm mug of coffee steamed in my hands as I took another sip, my feet posted up on the railing as I looked out over the mountains.
The air up here couldn’t be beat, either.
Every breath was pure, barely touched by car exhaust and pollution, filtered by the sea of trees that carpeted the land around Gabe’s cabin.
Best of all, it was peaceful. The perfect place to come and decompress after the shit we’d been through.
A week had passed since the full moon faceoff.
I still couldn’t quite believe how it all went down, but fuck, was I grateful that it was over and that everyone was safe.
Dylan had been rescued, no one in either pack had died, and Veronica was also found and returned.
Everyone walked away from a night that could have gone much, much worse.
Harrison included.
Once the sun came up and the wolfsbane wore off, the two packs realized who the true enemy was. I explained everything that was said to me, and they handled the rest.
Harrison was currently being held by the Hunter’s Guild for a tribunal for his crimes, while the government agency aware of shifters was helping cover his disappearance with a backstory.
I’d learned quite a bit about the Hunter’s Guild in the process—a collection of people who only went after rogue shifters, those threatening to cause harm or reveal their secrets to the public.
They were noble and followed a strict code that respected the balance.
They weren’t supposed to go after innocent shifters, but Harrison had a bloodlust that couldn’t be satiated.
The shifter that killed his daughter had been rogue, but he didn’t want to stop there.
He wanted to eradicate as many shifters as he could.
He was devious about it too. Not only was he instigating the war, but we found out he had also tapped our phones, sneaking into the locker room when we were in practice and adding spyware to them.
Well, only to Dylan’s, who didn’t have a password on his phone (of course). That was how he knew where the battle would take place.
It was a deep invasion of privacy and still made my skin crawl thinking about it.
But it was over. We were safe.
“Need any more coffee?” Gabe asked as he walked out, the wood creaking under his steps.
He was in a pair of blue and white plaid boxers and a black tank top.
His hair had grown a little longer than I was used to seeing him with, and his five-o’clock shadow looked more like a ten-o’clock beard growing in.
I loved it.
“No, I’m good, thanks, babe.”
He sat down next to me, leaning back in the chair, legs spread. He reached over and placed a hand on the back of my neck. I closed my eyes and dropped my head forward as he rubbed. “God, that feels good.”
“I still owe you a full-body massage.”
“You do,” I said.
“Although I do think you cheated on that final round last night.”
“I absolutely did not,” I said, grinning, eyes still closed as Gabe’s strong fingers pinched and pressed at the muscles and knots in my neck. “You’re just not good at Jenga, and that’s okay. You can’t be good at everything.”
“You seem to be,” he said.
My smile widened at that. My heart warmed.
I was still getting used to this feeling, being praised and supported by my partner.
I’d been so used to walking on eggshells, feeling like I was always swimming upstream just to get some sort of approval or sign that I was doing a good job, trying to better myself for someone and not even thinking about myself.
It wasn’t that way with Gabe. Never had been. I’d always been more than enough for him. I didn’t have to prove myself, didn’t need to better myself.
I just had to be me.
And wow, was that a liberating feeling.
“I’m not good at painting, so there’s that,” I offered.
“You probably just need a couple lessons.”
I looked over at Gabe. “Maybe,” I said, his breathtaking blue eyes making me melt into a puddle on my chair. He hand shifted from the back of my neck to over my chin. He rubbed a thumb over my chin, brushing against my lip. “I’m so happy I found you, Gabe.”
“You were always meant to find me.”
“I guess so,” I replied, my chest feeling like it’d been infused with sunlight and butterflies.
“You saved me, Eli, in more ways than one. I look back at my life before meeting you—before that night I ‘bumped’ into you in Downtown—and it was all so gray. So lifeless. I woke up to train, play hockey, then go to sleep, to do it all over again. There weren’t any moments I could look back on with someone and smile about, no shared memories, no exciting side quests.
Just all blah. I had fooled myself into thinking I deserved that.
Maybe that’s the real reason I stayed in the closet for so long…
” He licked his lips, his gaze locked on mine.
“Then you came into my life, and that all changed. It’s been close to seven months now, and I’ve already collected so many happy moments and good memories.
I can’t wait to see what a lifetime with you brings. ”
A lifetime.
How did that still not sound like enough time with Gabe?
“I feel the same. I put up with years of being with someone who made me feel like shit on a daily basis. I thought that was the norm. I couldn’t imagine how much better life could get.
You showed me that.” I smiled, feeling a tear well up at the corner of my eye.
“It’s why I’ve decided I want to go ahead with the full moon ceremony.
I’m ready to make this official-official. I love you.”
His ocean eyes glowed as if I had told him he’d just won the lottery.
It wasn’t a decision I’d just made out of nowhere, although it did feel like a decision that had been slowly taking shape ever since I found out about it.
It felt good, knowing that I at least had a choice in the matter and wasn’t tied to what fate had determined.
“I love you too.” He leaned across the chairs and kissed me, his hand returning to the back of my neck. It was a soft kiss at first. Tender. His tongue started to probe deeper, as did mine, tasting him, wanting more of him. His grip on my neck tightened, pulling me in closer, deepening the kiss.
The chirping and chattering of birds started to disappear. Fucking hell, the entire world began to disappear. My universe focused in on the man currently stealing my breath away.
His other hand landed on my knee. He moved it higher, rubbing my thigh, palming my bulge, massaging me as he kissed me. I groaned as the fire in my belly sparked and crackled. I reached up and felt his soft hair between my fingertips, grabbing the back of his head, steering this kiss.
“Mhmm,” Gabe said as he broke away. He looked down and licked his already wet lips. “I love how hard you get.”
I made my cock throb and push up against my gray sweats. I wore nothing underneath. “You do this to me,” I said.
“Good,” he said and leaned back. “Because you do the same to me.” I saw now that his thick, rock-hard cock had slipped out from the front of his boxers. The head already glistened with precum. I wanted to get a taste and moved to slide off the chair, but Gabe stopped me with a hand on my chest.
Then he got down on his knees. The half-cocked grin this man had on his face was hot enough to melt a fucking hockey rink.
He reached for the waistband of my sweats and pulled them off.
My dick sprang free. I opened my legs a little wider, enjoying how Gabe looked at me, blue eyes fixated on my cock.
I put a hand at the base and gave it a little wag. He smiled and got the hint, leaning forward and licking the tip.
I let out a pleasured sigh as he took me into his mouth. It was pure fucking ecstasy, having Gabriel down on his knees, and behind him was a backdrop that looked like it was painted by Bob Ross himself.
And wow, was I a happy little bush right now.
Gabe swallowed me up. I leaned forward, groaning with pleasure.
I softly rubbed the back of his head, loving the sensation of his tongue swirling around me while I played with his hair.
He seemed to like it, too, because he was moaning loudly as he took me down to the back of his throat.
He cupped my full balls, rolling them, sending more shock waves of pleasure rocking through me.
“That’s it, Gabe. Suck my dick. Take it,” I said. I curled my toes down into the cool wood floor underneath me. My eyes rolled to the back of my skull. He swallowed me whole, burying his nose in my pubes before pulling back up for a breath. He stroked me, looking up into my eyes as he did.
“You taste like heaven,” he said, licking my shaft from the tip down to my balls.
“Let me see,” I said, pulling him back up so he could kiss me.
And he was right, I did taste damn fucking good.
Our cocks pressed together as he held on to the armrests, caging me with his body as we kissed. I reached up and around, squeezing his firm ass. I may have been a bottom, but goddamn, I needed to see how topping Gabe felt.
Not now, though. Today, I craved to have him fill me. I wanted to ride Gabe until he emptied himself inside me. I wasn’t even sure if I could make the short walk to the bedroom. The fire inside me needed to be put out before it turned me into a pile of ash.
“Fuck me, Gabe,” I said, lifting my ass up, practically whimpering. “Right here. Take me. I need it.”
“Yeah?” He looked down, that smile making me feel like I’d been dipped in lava. “You want me to fuck you, huh?”
“Yes.” I ground my hips up, gripping the armrests.
Gabe grabbed my legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders.
He didn’t even bother taking off his boxers.
He lined his cock up with my hole, spitting down into his hand and spreading his saliva along with his precum.
I knew that with the amount he leaked, we wouldn’t need to be using lube.
Perks of being with a were.
He teased me first, rubbing himself against me, smiling as he did, admiring the sight. Like he held a paintbrush and was slowly working on a masterpiece. I moaned, my dick throbbing and my body aching for him.
“Say it,” he said. “Tell me how badly you want this.”
“I don’t want it, Gabe. I need it.” And the intensity of my need was apparent in the way my throat tightened and almost choked out my words.
He didn’t torture me any longer. He pushed inside.
My eyes opened wide, my mouth forming the shape of an O as I took him in.
The stretch was blissful. I’d already been warmed up from him pounding me last night, so there was barely any foreplay needed.
He growled down at me as he rocked his hips and buried himself in deep.
I shouted out, sure that there was an echo.
“Take that fat cock. Fuck. I can feel your hole clenching. Your body begging me for more, baby.” He leaned in, grabbed my throat. “But I want you to use your words.”
He pounded into me hard.
“Give it to me, Gabe. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
He thrust deep inside me. My toes curled, my legs clenching around his neck. He brought a thumb to my mouth. I sucked it as he fucked me, making me leak onto my belly. I could practically feel that big cock head rubbing up against my swollen prostate, milking me from the inside.
Driving me wild.
Pushing me closer.
“Oh God, oh, Gabe, fuck me, fuuuuck.” I couldn’t hold it back. There was no stopping the orgasm that rocked through me. My entire body tensed as I came all over my stomach and chest.
“Fuck yes, baby, look at how sexy you are covered in your cum.”
Gabe slowed his pace, but only by a little bit, as if he were savoring every single inch he sank into me.
I passed three fingers across the ropes of cum on my chest and brought it up to his mouth.
He continued to fuck me as he sucked his fingers clean.
Then he went for seconds, and thirds, drilling me deep, his chest flushing red, his strong biceps flexing as he fucked me.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned.
“Do it. Breed me, Gabe. Give me that load.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” I pleaded, still so hungry for him.
“Oh fuck, take it, baby, take me.” He gave one final thrust before stilling inside me, shouting out as his climax overtook him.
His fingers dug into my thighs. He jerked forward.
I could feel him filling me with his seed.
It made my still-swollen cock twitch, my body greedily taking it and wanting more.
Not just his cum but his pleasure. It turned me on to give him that much pleasure, all while he gave me the same.
It was otherworldly. And it had left us both out of breath, flushed, and floating on cloud nine.
He leaned down, smiling, crunching my body together as he kissed me, my legs still on his shoulders and his dick still dripping inside me.
“Jesus,” he said. “Your ass is something else.”
I chuckled, kissing him back. “Guess you don’t owe me that massage anymore,” I said.
“This was good enough?”
“Better,” I said. “Now, how about we top it off with some hot tub time before we order some Chinese food and watch a stupid movie.”
“That all sounds incredible.” He kissed me over and over and over again, melting me into a puddle and making me the happiest boy alive.
I couldn’t wait to spend forever with this man.
And it all started now.