Gabriel

28. The Infamous Gala (Part II)

GABRIEL

     My wolf is rising again.

     I had bought myself a few weeks with him before, convincing him to give her time, but I thought I would have more. Yet now, everything she does, just the sound of her voice, or even when I hear her breathing in the other room is becoming too much. But I can't shut her out like I did last time; it won't do any good. It will just hurt us both twice as much. But I need her. And the burning has started. I'm strong, and I can fight it for a while, but I don't know if she can, because if the fire is in me, then it's soon to be in her. The Heat will consume us both if we don't complete the bond, but she's not anywhere near ready for that or any other... ways to satisfy the need.

     "Umm... Gabriel", her angelic voice takes me out of my thoughts.

     "Yeah, baby girl? Does it fit?" I ask nervously, not wanting to hurt her confidence.

     "Yes, thank god, but um... I... I need to grab something from my drawer so do you think you could wait in the living room? I want to surprise you", she says and I can hear a hint of hesitation in her voice.

     "I can grab it for you. What do you need?" I ask.

     "No... no, I can get it, if you'd just wait outside", she says, her voice wavering. I can almost hear the blush in her tone and it makes my mood more playful.

     "No, I'll grab it", I say, now smiling, knowing what it does to her.

     "Well, you see, umm the dress is a really light color and I'm wearing dark undergarments so... could you um... grab my tan colored bra and underwear. Or just... leave... you could do that to", she says. I chuckle as I head to her dresser across the room, searching her drawers until I find the right one. I take sharp inhalation of breath as I realize I should have just let her do it. My imagination is going wild just imagining Maeve in these. I find a lacy number and my eye widen at the image of her in the panties and nothing else. My pants tighten and I bite my lip to suppress a moan at the thought her in such provocative attire. I find the tan colored bra she was talking about and matching underwear. I walk slowly back to the bathroom and knock on the door. She opens it and her freshly manicured hand sticks out to grab them. I reluctantly place them in her palm, not wanting to let go of the fantasy. I can't stop picturing her in the revealing undergarments and my clawing wolf almost reaches the surface.

     "Get your mind out of the gutter!" She exclaims from the other side of the door, snapping my out of the internal battle with my wolf. He whimpers at the reprimanding from his mate while I just let out a laugh.

     Not a minute later, I hear the bathroom door click open from where I sit on the edge of the bed finishing up an email on my phone. A pair of tan colored heels come into my peripheral view and I take my time looking up. My eyes go from the very tall heels; to her tan, curvy legs; to the dress, which perfectly falls just above her knees. Her waist is accentuated, although her beautiful hips are hidden beneath fabric. Her breasts are visibly restrained within the bodice and the sleeves fall on her arms perfectly, hiding the scars she's self-conscious about. Past the low-cut dress showing a little more cleavage than I would prefer (will all the male attention she'll be receiving) leads past her neck to her perfect little chin and her round, rosy cheeks. Her kissable lips are coated with gloss and her eyes are defined by black eyeliner. Her hair is pinned up beautifully and strands hang to frame her gorgeous, perfect face.

     And although, I've always known, always seen how beautiful she is, tonight she almost looks like an older, more mature woman. The make-up makes her face look more developed and not hiding beneath baggy hoodie and loose dresses show her perfect, voluptuous curves that I've never gotten the privilege to see. I finally meet her eyes, the beautiful, milky hazel eyes that I could get lost in.