Chapter 116: Setting me on fire

Words : 1036 Updated : Sep 19th, 2025

Chapter 116: Setting me on fire"What?" Amelie was shocked learning Gabriel was in his rut. She was well aware of an alpha’s rut, and in the presence of omega, the sexual urges would intensify more. But moments later, her expression softened as she observed his eyes, which were controlling the storm of desires in them. "Then, don’t stop yourself," Amelie whispered, giving him the encouragement. Gabriel ducked his head into the crook of her neck, her scent was soothing him and at the same time, driving him wild. She heard his wolf growl and parted her lips apart in anticipation. The bridge of his nose gently brushed against her skin before his lips pressed soft kisses on it. "Don’t say not to stop myself," Gabriel murmured, his large hand rested on her belly. "You’ve no idea what I do in my rut." Amelie gulped hard and looked at the ceiling. "Then, how are you supposed to control it? Taking a pill isn’t a nice idea. I’ve heard that it has worst side effects," she said. Her eyes shut, her fingers curled when he sucked on her neck before his teeth grazed on it. "You are right. But let’s wait till the wedding night. I don’t wish you to get hurt in my rut," Gabriel spoke, grounding himself with her scent. But what made him happy was that Amelie was ready to soothe his rut with intimacy, she didn’t reject his advances. Amelie brushed soft kisses along Gabriel’s shoulder, her fingers slipping beneath the strap of her top and tugging it aside. But before she could go further, he gently halted her. Without saying a word, Gabriel pulled back and sat upright. He reached for her hand and helped her sit up as well. Then, rising from the bed, he walked toward the closet. Amelie watched him silently, the warmth from her cheeks radiating all the way to her chest. Her hands instinctively rose, palms pressing against her flushed face. ’He’s holding back... but for how long?’ she wondered, turning her head to follow his movements. Gabriel soon returned, moving with deliberate restraint. He opened the small cupboard beside the bed and took out a tiny pill bottle. Without hesitation, he unscrewed the cap, tapped a pill into his hand, and swallowed it with a glass of water. Amelie stood, concern deepening in her eyes. "The pill..." she said softly. "You shouldn’t have taken it." Gabriel closed the cupboard door with a quiet click and turned to face her. "I usually have good control during a rut," he began. "But this time... my mate is here." His eyes lingered on her face. "Taking the pill was necessary. Our wedding’s just two days away. So, I don’t want you limping down the aisle," he added with a grin that reach his eyes. Amelie bit her bottom lip filled with both understanding and bashfulness flickering in her expression. She nodded silently. Sёarch* The novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Finish the pastry," Gabriel said, lowering himself onto the recliner, but his gaze never straying from her. Amelie leaned forward, reaching for the plate on the bedside table where the half-eaten pastry rested. She licked the cream off the spoon before scooping another bite, then began eating, aware of his eyes following her every move. "Don’t you want to eat?" she asked after a moment, glancing at him. "You brought it, so you should eat too." Getting off the bed, she walked over to him and held out the spoon, offering him a bite. Gabriel leaned forward, accepting the spoonful of pastry. His lips closed over it slowly, his eyes never leaving hers as he tasted the fruit and cream. Amelie fed him another bite, then another, until the last of the pastry was gone. Two more remained in the box, but she decided to save them for later. Setting the plate aside on the table, she returned to Gabriel’s side. She leaned in, gently brushing her fingers across his lips to wipe away the cream. In a swift motion, Gabriel wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his lap, settling her effortlessly with her legs straddling him. "I want you to stay away," Gabriel murmured, his voice a low, heated whisper, "and yet... you’re setting me on fire with just a simple touch. Is this your way of seducing me?" His brow arched with playful amusement, but the grip around her waist tightened as he drew her even closer. A deep groan escaped him as their lower bodies pressed together, clearing showing how turned on he was. Amelie’s breath hitched. "I... I didn’t know you’d get hard from something so simple," she whispered, her lashes fluttering as her gaze dropped. "You have no idea what you do to me," Gabriel said, his voice turning husky. "From the day we met, I’ve been holding back." His lips hovered over hers before his tongue traced the outline of her mouth, coaxing her to open up to him. She parted her lips without hesitation, and at the same time, her hips shifted instinctively, grinding ever so slightly against him. "Fuck!" He cursed against her mouth before deepening the kiss. His tongue began the exploration of her mouth, diving deeper as the hand on her waist now moved to the back of her head. The passionate kiss grew intense with each passing second and none of them wanted to pull apart. Her skirt was lifted, his other hand moving closer to her inner thigh to her heat. "Ngh..." Amelie moaned against his mouth when his fingers touched her aching core. She was damp. His walls of resistance began crumbling and the thought of staying in limits till the wedding began to fall apart. Amelie pulled away while moaning again, and at the same time, she gasped for air. "Gab–" Her words ceased in her mouth as she was pulled again into a hungry kiss. She winced in pain when Gabriel bit her bottom lip, drawing some blood. He let go of her mouth and planted hot, burning kisses on her throat, turning her mind hazy.

Chapter 116: Setting me on fire

Comments (0)