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He wiped his tears away, still crying even as he started to kiss my bare chest. "Don't you want me, Waylan?"
“Fuck yeah, I do.” I began to rip off his clothes, kissing his tears away at the same time. "I need you."
Raw instinct took over, and it was too late for explanation or control or resistance.
He was mine.
Chapter 10
Joe
Now that Waylan was beside me, I couldn't hold on to him tightly enough. Something had happened that day in the barn. It was like a key I'd been holding had finally found the lock it was made for.
Waylan's distance and coldness was confusing but also understandable. I'd been trying to find a way to explain to him that I knew who he was, that I understood his need for solitude, his love of peace and quiet. He made absolute sense to me. But at the same time, I felt like such a dopey kid next to him. He was strong, magnificent, steady, and wise.
What could I offer him? I barely knew who I was.
I took his pushing me away as a sign that he didn't want me. I thought I could handle that, but I couldn't. Whether he wanted me to or not, I loved him. Deep in my bones, I knew I was made to be his.
Now that I'd found him, I couldn’t lose him.
On top of that, my growing lust for Waylan had become ridiculous. It was debilitating. Night and day, my thoughts centered on my alpha. When I closed my eyes, I saw Waylan. In my dreams, I saw Waylan. That morning, I woke up and felt defeated by it all. Like, if I couldn't have him, I'd die.
Not figuratively, but like my heart would give out, and I’d actually die.
Then he was there, pinning me down and climbing on top of me. There was a new energy to Waylan. A hunger for me that drove my excitement even higher.
He was rough, exactly how I wanted it. There would be plenty of time to be tender in the future. Right now, I needed him to show me how much he wanted me. Waylan flipped me onto my stomach and teased my ass with his cock. Leaning over me, he brought his mouth next to my ear, then licked and bit my earlobe.
I shuddered with pleasure and pushed back against him, begging for him to take me. I wanted him more than anything, ever. Then, finally he gave me what my body needed when he pulled my hips toward him and slid his throbbing cock inside me.
I groaned and cried out as the world around me disappeared. I could only feel Waylan, hear Waylan, smell Waylan. With zero grace, I reached around and grabbed at his ass with one hand, pulling him deeper into me.
My alpha panted and moaned, thrusting harder and faster.
As if our bodies were made to be together, each of our movements were in complete harmony. Both of us were building toward climax when Waylan suddenly grabbed my hips and slid in even deeper.
Our bodies suddenly locked together, and we both came at the same time, crying out as we pressed against each other, covered with slick and sweat. A flood of warmth filled me as Waylan emptied inside me.
I lost myself completely in the waves of ecstasy I never fully could have imagined without my alpha. My home.
With us still locked together, Waylan curled around me and held me in his arms. Every once in a while, he shuddered and squeezed me again as waves of happiness and peace rolled through me. I heard songbirds outside and golden sunlight began to fill the trailer.
Despite the work that needed to get done, I wanted to spend the whole day in bed with him.
We lay like that for a long time, Waylan still hard and inside me, with my body slotted perfectly into the arc of his. Our breathing settled into a matched rhythm as I laced my fingers with his and gently squeezed.
Eventually, after what felt like an hour, he relaxed and slid out of me. I rolled over so I could see his face, happy that one of the great things about us was that we didn't need to speak to understand each other.
By just looking into his eyes, I could almost feel his words before he said them.
"I think I love you, omega."
Even though I felt it too, it surprised me to hear Waylan say the words out loud. I'd woken up that morning thinking I was destined to a life of loneliness, loving someone who didn't want me. Instead, he'd just spoken the words I most wanted to hear. "I think I love you too, alpha."
We did end up spending the day in bed, making love again and again, each time better than the last. By the end of the day, I felt like we could write our own romance novel about hot sex.
But there was an entire harvest of pawflower to cure and process, so the next morning, we were back to our routine with a few changes. I moved into Waylan's house and began to slowly make it more homey. Surprisingly, I was really good at it, even though I'd never had a home of my own to take care of.