78| Under Your Control

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Why have I never noticed what he does when he's mad?

"I think you just have your own way of thinking which isn't typical, but that doesn't make you stupid. You have a very creative way of problem solving that makes you unique." He says and I get on my back to drill the other half of the magnet into the wheel well.

"So why are you jealous of me? Is it my dashingly good looks? My charming personality?" I question. Not paying attention to where he was until I feel his large hand cupping my waist and look over to find he had already finished his work on the governor and was waiting for me to move on to the next.

"Your confidence for one. The way you carry yourself with so much ease, it's almost like you're floating. You could walk into any situation and confidently find the best in it without thinking twice while I overanalyze every detail. I wish I could do that," He mentions and I try not to focus on the warmth of his hand or the way it slides against my bare skin when I raise my arms and it brings my shirt up.

"You don't overanalyze everything Gael. Look at you now just relaxing," I mention and he grunts slightly. I can't see his face so I can't really tell if that's sarcasm or not.

"I'm doing it right now as we speak,"
"Why?"
"Because I'm thinking of what sound you would make if I just-"

His warm hand travels from my side to my chest and my back arches at the sensitive warmth within his mated touch. I bang my head against the motor from the shock of it and my moan quickly turns to a groan as Galen pulls me out from beneath the small kids-sized nitrocycle.

"I'm sorry baby, are you okay?" He asks as he gently pushes my hair back and touches the bruise on my forehead. His warmth bringing a mild relief to the headache he's caused but does nothing for my poor exasperated heart.

"Is me being in pain the sound you wanted to hear? What were you were saying?" My throat is so dry that my mouth feels like sandpaper with my nerves twisting like fluttering butterflies in my stomach. He comes closer than before to examine my forehead and for some reason I can really feel his dominance, causing me to whimper slightly.

"Alright Gael, I get it. You're a big scary alpha, but you don't have to push me down like this. Ah, fuck," I moan from the pheromones as I naturally bear my neck and he blushes beneath his dark skin.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to," He apologizes, but I pull him forward by his shirt until I'm just nearly touching his lower lip. Holding him right there until he attempts to make the first move and I sit up, pushing him to the side as I move on to the third bike.

He's right after all. We'll never get these done if we keep eye-fucking each other.

"Oh no you don't," Gael suddenly pulls me right back against him and I'm drawn right onto his lap on the floor and into his deep-rooted kiss.

"What? You don't like a good chase?" I ask in between our panted breath.

"Not when I have you right where I want you to be," he whispers back and our lips collide once again, that bubbling feeling getting stronger with the twist of his tongue against mine.

"Wait, we've only done two," I groan as I try to go back to work from his lap but he won't let me as his hands and lips caress my burning skin. I give up, dropping the brakes and the tools as I fall against him and let myself go.

"Gael," I sigh his name as I hold both him and my wrench and rachet still. It gets so hot so fast and sure enough, I'm missing both my t-shirt and my sanity.

"Yes, baby?" He asks and I find myself coming very close to his ear.

"Mark me,"

"If you insist,"

"Well, never fucking mind if you're going to say it like that,"

I push him back by his forehead with my palm and he gives me those sad puppy eyes, but I ignore them, turning around and going back to the third bike. But Gael follows me with his arm wrapping around my bare waist. I do my best to hide the shivering sensation as I try to focus on the small cardboard box holding another set of brakes.

"Come on, I didn't mean it like that. I've just never seen you this needy,"
"I'm not needy, I just know what I want,"
"Mhm, something else is very obviously telling me otherwise. I can fix that for you if you tell me you need me."

He proves me wrong as his hand gives my thigh a tight squeeze and I bite the side of my hand just to contain the moan burning in the back of my throat. Out of pure spite, I ignore him and keep working with his lips tracing the curve of my neck and his perfectly trimmed facial hair tickling my skin.

"Where do you want my mark baby? Here? Or on the other side of Tora's?" Gael questions as his fingers dance across my other shoulder.

I'm so hyper-sensitive right now that my head falls forward, resting against the battery of the bike as my breath quickens.

At this point my heart is going to pound itself out of my chest and I start to feel light-headed in his dominant presence. His steady feathered kisses very quickly melting any stubbornness left within me.

"You know what I have to do to mark you right? Are you ready for that?" Gael asks and I suddenly become very self-aware of my messy disposition and what side of the fence I stand on in this relationship.

And to think I really thought I would never bottom again.

"Yeah, fuck, if I don't have you right now I feel like I'm probably going to die and don't let that get to your head,"

"What are you supposed to say?"
"The fuck are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about."
"...do I have to?"
"I'm not the one poking you,"
"Yeah and what's up with that? Are you not attracted to me?"
"Oh no I'm the same way right now, I'm just better at hiding it."
"First off, fuck you,"
"No I'm pretty sure I will most definitely be the one fucking you,"
"And I'm pretty sure I will most definitely, not let...hey hey hey! Where's that hand-"
"Mhm, you were saying,"
"Gael..."
"Cas..."
"I need you,"
"Fucking finally, god you're so stubborn."
"Are we doing this or are you just gonna keep touch-"
"Lean against the work bench"
"Oh we're giving out demands?  Well excuse the fuck me daddy Gael,"
"Mmm could you not? And spread your legs out more,"
"No, I'm scared,"
"Cas-"
"Let me hold onto my last shred of dignity,"
"Oh my god, you're so-"

"So what? Stupid? You can say it,"
"No, perfect,"



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AN: I forgot my laptop and I'm at work all of Sunday and didn't want it to be late for u guys since u waited so long. See u Friday 😊✌🏽

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