"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."
