Page 159 of UNAwere

‘Hey,’ he says softly.

‘Hey.’

He reaches for me, and I meet him halfway, our fingers entwining. That sense of rightness hits me, and I’m crying, letting him pull me against his chest. He buries his face in my hair, and I press my mouth against the mark I gave him.

‘Fuck, I missed you,’ he breathes.

I clench my eyes closed against my tears. ‘I missed you, too.’

‘I’m so sorry I wasn’t there when you woke,’ he whispers. ‘Nolan practically told me to fuck off, and I couldn’t upset him.’

I laugh weakly. ‘I would’ve told him to fuck off if I knew I wasn’t going to see you until tonight.’

He chuckles. ‘What’s that now, sweetheart? Four dollars?’

‘I said shit this morning,’ I say, my voice muffled by the collar of his shirt.

‘Hey, I won’t tell.’

I sigh against him, and his arms tighten around me.

‘I’m sorry I gave you blue balls this morning.’

He makes a choking sound. ‘What?’

I pull away and stare at his face. ‘We were going to have phone sex?’

His eyes shine in the moonlight as he grins. ‘I did not pick up on that.’

I groan, burrowing my head into his chest. ‘Why am I like this?’

‘I wouldn’t have minded…’ he continues. ‘I just thought we wanted to see each other.’

‘And I just thought…’ I groan again. ‘Don’t worry. You’re here now. And just forget what I said about your balls.’

He lowers his face until his mouth is against my jaw, and I shiver. He nips my skin lightly.

‘I don’t know if I want to,’ he murmurs.

I grin. ‘There’s a house full of people, and not much privacy.’

‘I’ll tell everyone to leave,’ he says, breathing hard.

‘Oh, yes, that’ll go down well. I’m sure your alpha sister will absolutely listen to that order.’

He smiles against my skin, his mouth trailing up the side of my face until it’s hovering over mine. I close my eyes, sighing. And then he’s kissing me again. And everything aligns. My soul settles.

I step in closer, winding my arms around his middle as I open my mouth under his. His tongue glides over mine, his fingers gripping my hair. And he kisses me like he’s sure. He’s sure of the reason why he has me. The reason why we fit.

‘Where’s your bedroom?’ he breathes against me.

‘What?’ I ask. ‘Already? Don’t you wanna go inside and see everyone? Maybe have a drink? Something to eat?’

‘I want you, Sybbie, and only you.’ He licks my mouth, and I moan. ‘I need you to feel my knot inside you and understand how fucking long it’s wanted to be there.’

I practically melt into a puddle at his words.

‘Uncle Jude!’ The kids are yelling from the porch. ‘Sybbie! Where are yooooou?’