One Year Later
One Year Later
“Thanks for your support and please come again,” West told his customer.
Denver grinned at him, not grabbing his bag by the cashier. Denver was the same blond werewolf who kept an eye on West while Joe finished off Cam.
A year passed since the challenge, but things in the pack were only starting to settle down.
Right after the fight, Joe gave Taylor and the rest of Cam’s supporters a choice. They either get with the program, accept Joe’s rule and make up for their mistakes...or they could look for another pack.
Most of them defected, much to West’s relief.
It had been one hell of a busy year. Since becoming Alpha, Joe took up more responsibilities. West volunteered to travel between the two towns. Together, they decided West should open a store branch in Faith Spring.
Denver was one of the new enforcers Joe picked for the pack and was occasionally, West’s bodyguard. West argued he'd didn’t need one.
Since Joe looked so worried, he finally conceded—albeit grudgingly. To his surprise, Denver and he got along. For his store branch in Ace Ville, he let Harper and Ray run it.
Ironically, after finding out their son mated the Alpha of the neighboring wolf pack, his parents started talking to him again.
Joe convinced him to forgive and forget—not exactly easy, but both of them were working on confronting their old demons.
“West?” Denver asked, waving a hand in front of him.
West blinked. “Sorry, thinking about Joe.”
Denver chuckled. “The Alpha’s damn lucky to have you. I admit, I’m jealous. Where can I get one of you?”
West lifted his chin. “There’s only one of me.”
Noticing Quinn coming back after answering a customer’s question, West told the other Omega, “Quinn, I’ll lock up. Go on ahead.”
It was sweet of Quinn to make the move from Ace Ville to Faith Spring.
“Hey, Quinn. Looking good today. Good job,” Denver said with a grin.
Turning red, Quinn avoided the dominant wolf completely.
“I’ll be off then, West,” Quinn said, before scurrying to the employee’s break room.
Cute. West noticed Quinn always got shy around Denver, even though he assumed Quinn possessed no shy bone in his body.
“So, when are you going to ask Quinn out?” he asked Denver, who took his plastic bag.
“I don’t want to scare off the guy,” Denver admitted. Then Denver gave him a wink. “How about you and me, West? Admit it. You think I’m cute.”
A warning growl sounded from the front of shop. Denver gulped, seeing Joe stalking towards them.
“Out, Denver. I see you sniffing around my mate and I’ll break every bone in your body,” Joe said plainly.
Denver laughed. They’d gone over this plenty of times. West sighed as Denver exited the shop. Quinn followed after Denver, nodding to Joe and he.
“You’re doing it again,” he told Joe once they were alone.
“What?” Joe asked, leaning against the cashier.
“Being overprotective.”
Joe tilted his chin upwards, forcing West to look at his mate. “You like me all growly and possessive. Admit it, Omega.”
West swallowed. The Alpha was right and he knew it. Joe closed in and gave him a rough and hard kiss. Closing one hand on his nape, Joe nipped and sucked on his bottom lip. Joe slipped his tongue in West opened his mouth wider.
His insides melted.
Today was their one-year anniversary. West had a surprise ready. He hoped Joe was ready for it.
When the Alpha released his lips, West noticed the familiar gleam in Joe’s eyes.
“Ready to get the hell out of here?” Joe asked.
“Yeah.”
West had been waiting for closing time ever since morning started.
He couldn’t wait for Joe to fuck him again, despite the fact he woke up with his Alpha’s cock buried in his ass—like every day of the past year.
His traitorous dick woke at the reminder that every inch of his body belonged to his Alpha.
Joe raised an eyebrow, clearly smelling his arousal. The Alpha snuck a quick kiss on the mate mark on West’s neck. “I’m fucking starving too, baby.”
“For food or for me?” West threw back, making Joe laughed.
Joe helped him lock up the store. A year ago, West wouldn’t imagine being in this position. Hell. Not long ago, he thought his freedom would be taken away, once he’d given his body and heart away to a dominant mate.
West never felt more free than his entire life. Joe ran his pack with an iron fist. At the same time, Joe always supported West’s business—a hundred and ten percent.
Sometimes, West didn’t know how Joe did it. He never thought he’d be joining a pack too, but it was unavoidable, given Joe was his mate.
Seated in Joe’s car, West had to ask Joe one important question. “Baby, do you regret it, becoming Alpha to save me?”
“You’re worth the price.”
“That’s not what I need to know,” West pointed out.
“I thought I would hate it, but being Alpha’s more than a job to me. I’m actually pretty good at it.”
“Damn straight.” West agreed.
He’d seen it for himself. In fact, he’d been by Joe’s side when Joe paid the other pack members a visit. Joe was in charge of a number of families and West could see his mate had a way with people.
Werewolves, both weak and strong, confided in his mate and trusted Joe with their problems.
It was an Alpha’s job to take care of every member of his pack. That was a lot of responsibility, but Joe was doing one hell of a job. Joe even surprised Zack and his father’s other enforcers.
“The answer is ‘no’. I don’t regret it one bit. Look at us now. We’re both alive and happy.” Joe pointed out.
West smiled at that. He used to distrust happiness, always thinking something would go wrong. Joe—or rather, being with the Alpha changed him for the better.
“So, where are you taking me for dinner, big guy?” West teased, changing the topic.
“It’s a secret,” Joe said. “You’ll have to wait and see.”
He glanced out the car window, frowning. They passed the streets containing most of the town’s up-and-coming restaurants. The route seemed familiar. They took the same path to and from work.
“We’re heading back home?” West asked.
Disappointment found its way into his voice, before he remembered Joe didn’t do things half-assessed.
“I made us dinner.”
They arrived at their street. It was a good neighborhood, one where parents weren’t afraid to let their kids play outside, a place to raise a family.
West blinked. “You did?”
He knew his mate could make eggs. That was the extent of Joe’s cooking skills.
“Do you intend to poison or drug me?” West asked, in a teasing mood.
Joe didn’t look insulted. The Alpha seemed to expect that. “Nope. I plan to ravage you. Fuck you senseless, until you can hardly walk in the morning.”
Joe killed the engine.
“How will I get to work?” he demanded.
Tomorrow was a Saturday. However, since opening the new store, he’d been at Alpha Wear nearly seven days a week. His mate was understanding enough, but West knew he needed a break.
Joe had an answer ready. “I’ve already settled it with your lackeys. They’ll take care of the store and I have you all weekend long.”
“ Sunday too?” West asked, bemused.
Damn. He was getting excited. Two days of Joe all to himself?
This was the best anniversary present ever. Well, they only reached year one, but there were more to come.
They got out of the car. Once Joe was within grabbing distance, he refused to let go. Their lips locked and didn’t part even as they stumbled inside the apartment building and elevator.
Thankfully, no one was inside.
Within minutes, they were in the apartment. West remembered to lock the front door. Joe eyed him hungrily, like West something delicious, better than dinner.
The dining room took West’s breath away. Their best tableware was set. Joe lit the candles on the table. There was a fresh vase of roses for him too. The smell of roast beef tantalized his senses.
His stomach rumbled.
“You made all this?” West asked with obvious disbelief. “I thought you came from a meeting with the local were leopard Alpha.”
“I told him we had to end things early. I have important things to attend to.”
“Do you now?” West asked.
Joe pulled out a chair for him, instantly warming his heart. They sat. Roast and potatoes tasted darn delicious. West was in such a good mood, he would pretend he didn’t see the expensive take-out boxes Joe left in the trash bin from their favorite fancy French place.
“Time for dessert,” Joe said this with a gleam in his eyes.
“What did you make? Pie? Cake?”
“Nothing. You’ll be my dessert.”
“I knew that was coming,” West mumbled.
Nonetheless, his mate didn’t need to ask. West walked over to Joe, who slid his chair to make space. West planned on sitting on Joe’s lap, but Joe pushed the plates and other cutlery aside.
“Not yet. I want to taste you.”
Well, West wasn’t saying ‘no’ to that.
“Strip,” Joe ordered.
The command in the Alpha’s voice sent a shiver down his spine. Enough teasing, Joe’s eyes seemed to say.
Fuck, but West liked it when Joe turned on his domineering side.
“You like to watch me strip, baby?” West purred.
Slowly, he undid the buttons of his shirt and tossed it away dramatically. Joe growled. The Alpha impatiently hooked his fingers into the belt loops of West’s pants and tugged him close.
“Enough games,” Joe declared, yanking his pants down.
Once he was naked, Joe grabbed his waist and settled him on the edge of the table. West’s ass touched the cool wood.
Joe scooted a little closer, parting his thighs apart. Before West could say a thing, Joe lowered his head and nuzzled his thigh, but the Alpha didn’t touch his aching cock.
“Alpha, please.” The words slipped out, unbidden.
“Begging this soon? Missed me much, Omega?”
West pouted. “No.”
In response, Joe blew at his erection. The motion made him squirm. The Alpha’s breath was warm and Joe’s lips were so close. He could already imagine the feel of Joe’s mouth, wrapped around his dick.
“Don’t lie to me,” Joe said, trapping his gaze.
“I missed you today,” he admitted.
The Alpha’s sexy laugh lit every nerve in his body. Joe seemed to accept the answer. The Alpha flicked his tongue out to catch the pre-cum on West’s top.
Unable to remain quiet, West moaned. Joe licked his prick from top to bottom. The Alpha took his balls and sucked at them hard.
West dug his nails into the wood. So good. Joe’s mouth always felt fantastic and they haven’t even started the best part of the evening.
The Alpha paused from his task to say, “let me hear your sweet cries, pet.”
That wasn’t hard. West was groaning by the time Joe took his cock into Joe’s mouth. Heat rammed right into his dick.
Sensations rocked his entire body. More pleas spilled from his mouth but Joe continued bobbing his head up and down.
West knew he wouldn’t last long, but he couldn’t shoot without Joe’s permission.
“Please, Alpha. I can’t hold back any longer.”
At those words, Joe released his captive prick. The beautiful bastard took his lips then, and West had a mouthful of the yummy combined taste of them.
Joe wasn’t done. The Alpha began gliding his fist up and down West’s shaft.
Joe pulled away from the kiss. “Give me your surrender.”
West was only happy to.
“Do it now,” Joe said.
At that, the pressure building inside West burst. Head reeling, he whimpered, spilling his load all over Joe’s hand. The Alpha licked his wet hand after, making sure West watched the entire time.
He blinked past his post-orgasm bliss. “I need you in me, Alpha. Fuck me please.”
“Fuck, baby. You know the exact words to wreck me.” Joe helped him to his feet and led him to the bedroom.
Once there, he placed a hand on Joe’s chest.
“Let me,” he stated.
“Go ahead, baby. Strip me bare.” Joe kicked off his shoes.
West tugged off Joe’s shirt. The Alpha’s jeans and boxers followed. Like always, he marveled at the monster hanging between Joe’s legs for a couple of moments. He never got sick of seeing that sight.
“Want my dick in you, baby?” Joe asked with a grin. “You know what to do.”
West did. Kneeling, West wrapped a fist around Joe’s base and sucked at his mate’s leaking cockhead. The taste of pre-cum filled his mouth. Joe speared fingers into his hair.
“Go ahead. Show me how much you want it,” Joe ordered.
West began to take his mate’s dick in his mouth, inch-by-inch. He applied careful suction, encouraged by the sounds of pleasure coming out from Joe’s lips.
Words weren’t sufficient to explain how much he loved this man, West realized. The same tenderness was there in Joe’s gaze. West deepthroated his Alpha, again and again, until Joe gently pulled his head aside.
“I want to finish in you,” Joe announced.
Exactly the answer he was waiting for.
“How do you want me, baby?”
“Deep. On all fours.”
Joe helped him into position. At this stage in their mating, they no longer used condoms. On his hands and knees, West parted his legs.
He caught a glimpse of himself through the mirror in the room. West’s chest was pressed to the carpet and his ass faced his mate.
Also looking at their reflection, Joe winked. He blushed.
Joe gave his ass a smart smack, making him jump. “Look at you, baby. So fucking sexy and primed for me.”
He wasn’t the only one primed, judging by Joe’s thick and erect cock. West couldn’t wait to feel Joe sinking every inch of his dick inside his ass.
“Ride me hard, baby.” West begged.
“You bet your ass I will,” Joe answered, gripping his hips.
West moaned as Joe brushed his cockhead against his rim. The Alpha teased him relentlessly, rubbing his prick against his hole but not pushing in.
“Please!”
Joe pushed all the way in, sheathing himself completely inside West. It burned, but fuck. It was the best kind of burn. West knew his mate would make him fly soon. Joe remained balls deep inside in a couple of seconds. It was hard to breathe.
Joe filled him up completely, branding him.
“Ready?” The Alpha asked.
“Fuck, yeah.”
Chuckling, Joe began to move. Each thrust was faster, deeper. West pushed his ass at his mate, moaning. Joe shifted angle and hit his sweet spot. Arching his back, West cried out at the pleasure. Joe went for the spot repeatedly.
“Touch yourself,” his Alpha commanded.
West struggled to obey. By some miracle, he found his dick and began to pump up and down. He was so close. West was terrified he’d shoot his load without his mate’s permission.
“Alpha!” he rasped.
“Come for me, baby.” Joe left a kiss on his left shoulder.
Joe pushed into him one last time.
That did it. That last entry sent West hurting over the edge.
The room bled away from his line of sight. He emptied his balls, screaming out Joe’s name at the same time. He came long and hard.
Hammering into him several more times, Joe finally came, filling his ass with spunk. They somehow managed to crawl into bed together after.
Joe rose and grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom to clean both of them up.
Once that was done, West looked forward to the best part of sex—the cuddling after.
Oh, he knew they were far from done. Both of them were far from sated. But for now, West liked how Joe pulled him close, how their bodies fitted together.
“I love you,” West stated.
They said the words to each other often enough, but West never got sick of hearing it.
He turned, so he now faced his mate.
“I fucking love you too, West,” Joe said, looking him in the eye. “I fucking love every moment, every day we have together. I fucking love how different we are, and yet go so well together. I love you.”
West kissed Joe this time, taking it slow. He pulled away to announce his gift. His surprise.
“I’m pregnant, baby.”
If possible, Joe pulled him closer, tighter. The Alpha inhaled the scent of him.
“That’s fucking perfect, baby. I can’t wait to start a family with you,” Joe breathed against his ear.
The End