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“Take all the time you need.” His hand travels upward, and he strokes the back of my head. I’m flooded with affection for him. I didn’t expect to feel so much all of a sudden, and I’m struck by a desperate need to bury my feelings in the sex.
I use my limp limbs the best I can to pull myself off of him. He makes a noise of displeasure that’s cut short when I roll over onto my back and pull him along with me. He rolls on top, looking down at me with all the things I’m feeling showing expressively in his eyes.
This time he’s the one to guide his dick, moving far more slowly than he needs to. I put my arms around him and dig my fingertips into his back to urge him on.
I’m more aware of him from this angle. I can feel the nuances of how he moves and how his piercing drags against me from the inside.
I let my head fall back as he finishes what I started, trying to memorize every moment. Every motion. And eventually, I even succumb to all of the inexplicable feelings that wash over me.
I’m falling for this man hard and fast. Something deep in my gut tells me that we need each other, and I know that I’m going to do everything in my power to erase the hint of loneliness that exists within him. He hasn’t expressed it aloud yet, but I can sense it in him.
He won’t ever have to feel lonely again.
He pulls out when he comes, groaning my name like a prayer as his breath heaves out of him. His cum splashes across my lower belly, and I idly hope that we haven’t made a mess of the duvet on the bed. It’s a silly thought to have, but I don’t want anyone cleaning up after me, especially not like this.
Willem drops onto the bed beside me, reaching for me to tug me against him even before he’s comfortable himself. “Give me a second to catch my breath, and I’ll find something to clean you up with,” he says.
“Don’t rush,” I tell him. “I’m comfortable.” And part of me wants to stay like this for a while, marked by his pleasure.
Willem’s fingers intertwine with mine as we lie in comfortable silence for a while. It’s not as awkward as I expected it to be post-sex. The intimacy seems to have done wonders for my nerves because I’ve never been more relaxed or comfortable with someone.
“Will you tell me more about you?” I ask him, turning my head to look into his eyes.
“There isn’t anything left at home to talk about,” he mumbles. I scrunch my eyebrows, the confusion I’m feeling reflected on my face. He heaves a sigh, a pained look crossing through his eyes. “I didn’t leave anything behind.”
“What do you mean?”
“I came from Alaska, the Denali Plains Pack, which my parents were the Alpha and Luna of.” Another shifter in line to be Alpha. I’m starting to sense a pattern among my mates, but I don’t interrupt to comment on that—this feels too big, too impactful on him to think beyond what he’s sharing with me.
Willem continues, “My parents didn’t have me until they were older, in their mid-40s. It was too late for them to have more pups safely and there were already problems with the pack by then. There weren’t many shifters who wanted to stay in such a remote area permanently. The lifers stayed until the bitter end, but most of them were far older than my parents.”
I can sense where his story is going, and my heart breaks for him.
“My father passed away when I was fifteen. After that, the Denali Plains Pack whittled away to nothing. When my mom passed about six months ago, it was only the two of us left. There was nothing left to rebuild, so I came here.” He falls quiet, and I can feel the tension in his body as he lies beside me.
“I’ll bet that’s been really lonely,” I whisper, heart aching for my lonely mate. I shuffle closer to put my head on his chest, rubbing absent minded circles over his skin.
“Even if this doesn’t work out, Quinn, spending this time with you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. It’s been nice to not be alone for a while. I was starting to lose hope that I would do anything but be alone in that cabin for the rest of my life.” He runs his free hand over my back, hugging me close to him.
“Don’t say that,” I tell him, craning my neck to meet his eyes. There’s a softness there, an adoration that feels a little too real, that makes my stomach flutter. My voice is strong as I vow, “I promise you that you’ll never be alone like that again, Willem. You belong with me—for keeps.”
“For keeps,” he repeats softly.
We both fall silent as I relish the sound of his thumping heart under my ear. I mean every word. No matter what else happens, I’m never going to let Willem be alone again.Never, my wolf agrees.
FOURTEEN
QUINN
Where the hell did Willem go?My wolf wakes up snarling.
The bed beside me is cold, but his scent still lingers in the air. After a moment, I overhear low voices coming from somewhere else in the house. Not liking waking up alone, I throw the cover off of myself and climb out of the mega-comfortable bed.
Someone brought my bag and left it by the door. I lean into the lazy feeling deep in my bones and pull a black dress over my head, skipping underwear for the moment. The two heart stones at the bottom of my bag both pulse, asking for my attention, but I ignore them for the moment.
My curiosity leads me, dragging me out of the bedroom and into the living room with what I can only assume is major bedhead.
“I don’t think you had to make that decision yet.” Willem sounds anxious, and I hesitate on the threshold of the dining room. They’re all sitting around the table, a breakfast spread in front of them that I’m fairly certain they’re not responsible for, and they haven’t noticed me yet.
