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    “Do I look insane to you?” she asked, trying to appear stern in spite of the sudden bubble of joy welling up inside.
    “Actually, you look pretty tasty.” he said. “But if you wanted that romantic part  where I bite you and we live forever together, it can only happen when I’m wolfed out. Just so you know.”
    Betsy sighed. “What’s it like, Gabriel?”
    “Until the moon is full, much as it ever has been.” he said. “Well, I suppose your senses are keener, you have more strength, and people gravitate to you somewhat, but other than that, mostly the same. Power can be wielded for good or ill, Betsy, and I’ve always tried to use mine justly.”
    “You joined the mob to make a difference for people you care about, I know.” she said, smiling up at him. “It’s a little weird, but I understand. But Gabriel, can we be married in a church? My mother would have a fit if I wasn’t married in a church.”
    “The whole Holy ground thing is a myth,” he told her. “We could get married in front of the Pope himself, if we wanted to.”
    “Doubtful,” she told him. “He’d find out we’ve been fornicating and we’d be repenting so much that by the time he’d do it, our kids would be ten or something.”
    “Betsy?”
    “Hmm?”
    “This cock gets pretty hungry under a full moon,” he told her, thrusting again. “Maybe we should fornicate before it wears off.”
    Betsy giggled when his fingers slid beneath the elastic of her underwear and found her clit. “Mmm, we wouldn’t want to waste a perfectly good, full-on, just turned back to human after wolfing out hard-on, would we?”
    “Perish the thought.” he said, and slid her underwear aside before putting action to their words.
     
    *
    “What are we going to tell my mother?” asked Betsy as the pair of them got into Gabriel’s limousine a few days later. They’d cuddled and talked the whole way through, excluding a few hours the next night when Gabriel was still slightly affected by the moon that hadn’t waned enough by moonrise to leave him and his men in their natural states.
    “The same thing you would have told her if you had not discovered my little secret.” he said with a kiss to the top of her head. “She doesn’t need to know everything , ma bella .”
    “You’ve got that right.” she agreed. “The woman would likely have a conniption fit if she knew I’ve agreed to marry a mobster werewolf.”
    Gabriel chuckled. “When you put it like that, it sounds like a worthy reason for concern. It would be amusing to see her face if I turned in front of her.” he admitted, and Betsy quirked a quelling brow at him.
    “Please, she’s bad enough as it is.”
    “I would not do it, Betsy,” he reassured her. “It is—it is just a fantasy, nothing more.”
    “Did I ever tell you that some of your fantasies are pretty weird?” she asked as she curled her body into the crook of his arm and laid her head on his chest.
    “You may have.“ he said, then kissed her forehead and joined her in leaning back for a nice, long nap during the drive. Neither of them woke again until the car had pulled up into the driveway at Betsy’s mother’s house.
    “Do you think she will be surprised to find me with you?” Gabriel chuckled.
    “Very,” Betsy smirked. “Let’s go have some fun.”
    The two entered the house holding hands, making it obvious as they entered just who Betsy was with. Her mother glanced up and hid her scowl, painting on a smile of welcome that did not reach her eyes. “Well, I see you have finally brought your Gabriel to meet your poor Mama. It is very cruel, Signore, to occupy my daughter so fully without even a shake of my hand.”
    “Then I shall shake it now, Mama.” said Gabriel as he let go of Betsy’s hand to take hers. He brought it up to his lips and kissed it, then cast her his most winning smile.
    “Daughter, I can see why you’re so smitten.” said the flustered woman as she reclaimed her hand