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But I don’t.
I could blame it on me being what I am. I’m an Omega. It’s not in me to watch another wolf suffer when I can do something to help them. When West acted as if he had the right to do what he did, I couldn’t get through to him. He was too headstrong to listen, and I was too angry to get through to him.
Only now… so lost and vulnerable and aching, I couldn’t stop my wolf from reaching out to him.
Even that doesn’t explain what happens next. The only thing that does? Is that, in my own way, I just admitted to Weston Reed that I’m still in love with him.
I didn’t say the words. I didn’t have to.
“I love you.”
It’s been more than seven months since I heard those words. I didn’t realize how much I missed them until he blurts them out, his grey eyes glimmering with a hint of gold as his wolf peeks through.
He stays a few steps inside of the room, waiting for me to tell him that I can’t stand to hear him tell me that.
I don’t. Instead, I climb up from the bed, moving toward him as if I’m in a trance.
West doesn’t move. As though eager to see what I’ll do next, afraid to frighten me or that I’ll change my mind and reject him after all, he stands like a statue.
I could have pushed him out the door and he would’ve let me. Instead, I move into West until his still-heaving chest brushes against mine, then wrap my hands around his waist.
It’s the first time I’ve touched him in three years. I willingly walked into his arms.
I can’t blame West for what he does next.
“I love you.” West tilts my head back, chin up. His breath pants against my skin, hot and desperate andhim. “I love you… I love you… I love you so fucking much.”
His need assaults me from every side. How can any female resist?
I part my lips. Taking it as the invitation I meant it as, West swoops in. Stroking my tongue with his, kissing me frantically, our teeth clash as his fingers dig into my cheeks. Squeezing him tightly, I hang on as he kisses me with all the pent up passion of a male he’s been dying to do this for years.
Which he has.
In between kisses, he rests his forehead against mine. He needs every connection he can get. Foreheads touching, fingers still gripping me, our chests mashed together, and lower… through his jeans, he’s thrusting his obvious erection against me.
“Alpha save me, but I can’t stop. Make me. If you really don’t want this… want me… tell me to stop. I’ll do anything for you, Lane, even rip my fucking heart out of my chest and lay it at your feet.”
“West—”
“Tell me.” He gasps, lowering one hand from my face, clutching my side through my dress. The other lifts up, threading through my hair. The tips of his claw strokes my scalp, making me shudder. As out of control as West is, he’s gentle as ever. Like I’m precious. “Tell me you don’t love me.”
Tell him I don’t love him? Tell him I don’t want him?
I part my lips again. The words won’t come.
I’ll always love West. Nothing he could say or do would ever change that. And, in his arms, feeling the heat of his body all around me, drunk on the scent of sandalwood and the musk of his heady arousal, I have the sudden urge to prove it.
This wasn’t what I intended. When I climbed off of the bed and walked over to West… I didn’t mean to end up with my hands in his pants.
But that’s exactly what happens.
“Your turn,” I tell him, my voice gone throaty. “Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me to stop and I’ll stop. But if you want to—”
That’s all I have to say. Letting go of me just long enough to tear the button off his jeans, nearly yanking the zipper off in his haste to show his pants down past his ass, West’s erection springs free. I take my hand back, rubbing my thumb around the crown.
The muscles in his jaw clenches. If I know West, this is the first time anyone has touched him like this since the last time I did. Already he’s shoving his dick against my hand, even as he grabs both sides of my dress, hiking up my skirt to my waist.
I’ve still got my panties on. I don’t even think about stopping to shimmy them off. The handful of seconds it’ll take to strip might be enough for time for me to second-guess what I’m doing. Grabbing the soaked material, I jerk it to the side, then take hold of West’s cock.
