Only In My Dreams by Dana Marie Bell Page B

laughed.
    When they stumbled off the ride and back into the sunshine he was still laughing. “Aw, c’mon, it wasn’t that bad.” He tugged on her hand, stopping her as she tried to stomp away from him.
    “Neither was being a freshman in high school but I wouldn’t want to repeat it.”
    He pulled, hard, ignoring her squawk of protest when she landed in his arms. He kissed the tip of her nose as she pouted. “Okay, so I need to do penance, right?”
    She glared at him. “Possibly.”
    He took her mouth in a hard, fast kiss. “I know just the thing.” He wasn’t giving her the option of saying no. Not this time. He was taking her back to her room and marking her before the end of the night.
    “Let’s go, Sarah.”
    “No. Gabe.” She tugged on his hand. “Not yet.”
    He gritted his teeth, but the panic on her face held him back. “What more do you need, Sarah?” He gripped her shoulders before running his fingers through her hair. “Tell me, baby.”
    Her mouth opened but before she could reply his phone rang. He pulled it free from its holster and answered without looking. “Hello?”
    “Gabe?”
    He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the hurt in Sarah’s eyes. If he’d looked at the fucking caller ID he would have let it go to voice mail but it was too late now. “Yeah, Chloe?”
    “Look, I know you’re probably busy with Sarah but do you think she’d mind if I borrowed you for a little while?”

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    He knew that tone in Chloe’s voice. Something had happened, and his friendly little vixen was feeling down. “I’m not sure. What’s the problem?” He kept his stare on Sarah, knowing she could hear everything Chloe said.
    Not that it appeared to matter. The moment he asked what the problem was Sarah made a face and backed up a step. “See you later, Gabe.”
    He grabbed her wrist, holding tight when she tried to pull away. “Oh no, you’re not going anywhere.”
    “Gabe? Crap, she’s upset, isn’t she? Have you marked her yet?”
    Sarah stopped tugging. She glared up at Gabe. “What did she just say?”
    He winced. “She’s…” He took the phone away from his ear. “Look, baby, it’s complicated.”
    “I’ll say. Your girlfriend just called to ask you if you’d marked your mate yet.”
    He got right in her face, absurdly proud of the fact that she didn’t back away from him. And how fucked up was that? “She’s not my girlfriend, Sarah.” There went that fucking eyebrow again. “Stop that.”
    “Stop what?”
    “Stop doubting me, damn it.”
    “Stop giving me reasons to!” She yanked her wrist free and began walking off.
    He didn’t even hesitate. “Chloe? Sorry, you’re on your own.” He closed his phone and put it away, striding after Sarah as quickly as he could. “Sarah!”
    She flipped him off and kept walking. From the way she was stomping he was pretty sure she was either picturing his or Chloe’s face.
    “Sarah!” He finally caught up to her and grabbed her arm.
    An elbow jammed him hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Her foot stomped on his, earning her a surprised yowl. But what really got him was when she pulled away, spun and tried to kick him in the balls. He barely got his thigh in the way in time to stop some serious pain. “Jesus Christ, Sarah!”
    She got into his face and put her finger dangerously close to his mouth. “You stay away from me, Gabriel Anderson. You hear me? I never want to see you again!”
    That’s it. There was only one way he was going to be able to get through to her, and Gabe knew it.
    He pulled her tight, refusing to let her go, and finally, finally marked her as his. Her knees buckled, but he didn’t mind. There was no way he was letting her go. The scent of her orgasm rolled over him, soothing both him and his Puma, the knowledge that she belonged to him nearly triggering his own orgasm. He thrust a thigh between her legs,