Page 13 of The Quiet Alpha and His Fox

"The blankets. Do you often seduce your farmhands?" I felt stupid even as the words were leaving my lips. "I'm sorry. That’s none of my business." I covered my face with my hands and wished I could take back everything I’d just said.

"Don’t be sorry. You have the right to ask. We don't really know each other. Yet." He patted the blanket again. "Come lie down with me."

I stretched out beside him, and he pulled a comforter over us. It was soft and smelled like fresh spring air. Deeply inhaling, I calmed a bit, even as I shivered.

He must have noticed because he began to briskly rub my arms and back.

"You’re really only twenty-five?" I couldn't hide my smile. "You do seem older. In a good way." But looking closer at his face, I could see that he wasn’t much older than me, except for his eyes. His eyes already had lines around them, and there was a hint of pain inside them that made him look much older than his years.

He chuckled. "Thanks, I guess?”

Now that I was warmed up from the heat radiating off Waylan, I just wanted to curl into him. He looked delicious, and a flood of slick poured out of me, preparing me for something I’d never considered before.

I slid one foot over and tangled it up between his feet.

He cleared his throat and a pained expression flitted across his face.

Oops. I pulled my foot back. "Was that not okay?"

"No, it's…I'm not usually very good at this." He gestured at the air between us and inhaled deeply.

"Cuddling?"

He smiled, but the pained look was still in his eyes. He rolled onto his back and reached his arm around me, pulling me toward him until my head nestled onto his chest.

I inhaled his scent and closed my eyes, afraid he might be upset that I was hard against his thigh. I prayed it wouldn't freak him out. I mean, we had kissed, but I still didn't know how far he wanted this to go.

His hand slid under my chin, and he tilted my face up to look at him. "I like feeling you against me."

Could he read my thoughts? I smiled and pushed against him as I swallowed. "I like it, too."

"Joe, you know how you asked me why I'm out here by myself?"

I nodded.

"I just haven't really fit in anywhere for my whole life, I guess. People sometimes get sad if they spend too much time around me." His voice seemed to break just a little as he spoke.

I reached over and slid my hand into his, intertwined our fingers, and squeezed. "Do you have any family?"

I played with the hair on his chest and listened while he told me about his pack and what it was like to grow up there. He told me about his boss, his gardening, and how he'd ended up on the farm. Being immune to the effects of pawflower made him perfect for the job.

But there was no denying the loneliness I heard and felt while Waylan spoke about his past. It reminded me of my own life, except for the part about growing up in a pack of coyotes. That part sounded amazing.

He rolled onto his side, and I turned with him so we were spooning. His arm wrapped around me, and I pressed back into him.

Waylan inhaled my hair and then there was definitely a response from his dick.

My heart sped up in anticipation of what might happen.

"What about you?" he murmured. "You didn't know any shifters?"

I shook my head. "Where I'm from, shifters aren't exactly welcome."

"I see. But one of your parents is a shifter, at least."

I was stunned when I realized what that meant, and I rolled over to face him. "You think?"

"Yeah, they have to be. You don't just become one."

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