Page 16 of The Quiet Alpha and His Fox
“Me too.” Back in my place, I tried to sleep, but it wasn’t happening. Eventually, I gave up and shifted to my fur.
As had become my nightly routine, I walked to Joe's trailer and curled up outside his window. It was the only place I was finally able to sink into a deep sleep.
I was nervous to see Joe in the morning. Part of me felt like I should just tell him to leave, but I also knew I wasn't strong enough to do that. The best I could hope for was that he’d decide to leave on his own.
All day long, I tried my hardest to show him the real Waylan. I let The Quiet take over completely. I was dark, I was moody, I was hard to read.
But Joe didn't seem deterred.
At lunch, we both shifted into our fur without saying anything to the other, as if we had the same thought at the exact same moment. I laid down for my nap, which I liked to do in my fur whenever I could. Joe curled up next to me, and I couldn't help but give him an affectionate lick on the top of his head.
He smiled and nuzzled my fur.
The afternoon was more time with Quiet Waylan, but I was finding that Joe didn't seem bothered at all. In fact, it was like he knew exactly what to do. While most people got flustered around me in this mood and tended to steer clear, Joe moved in harmony with me all afternoon.
He handed me the tool I needed without me asking, passed my water thermos when I felt thirsty, and by the end of the day, I actually felt my mood beginning to brighten.
That evening, I paced my house while he was in the outdoor shower. My skin prickled to be with him. As much as I tried to talk myself out of him, I just couldn’t. I thought that if he left, my feelings might subside…but I knew they wouldn't.
Joe was the one for me. The only one for me. I just didn't know if I should be the one for him.
When I brought him dinner later, he had a sad look in his eyes. I shook my head and tried to speak, but in the end, I just muttered something incoherent and walked away. I was trying to tell him I was sorry, but words just didn’t always come to me.
Once again, I shifted to my fur and slept outside his trailer.
On the morning of the third day after making love to him, I could no longer deny what was happening. Joe was going into heat. I'd been aware of his growing scent since our time in the barn but was trying my damnedest to ignore it.
The smell of cinnamon hung over me wherever I went, getting stronger by the hour. But it was changing, too. There was a new allure to it.
I'd smelled omegas in heat before, but it had never affected me like this. I had a constant hard-on and was having trouble focusing on anything but claiming my omega for real. Forever.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Joe—his ripped chest, hard ass, that lock of hair across his forehead.
I cooked our normal breakfast, but I was sweating and had to keep wiping my eyes so I could see. Joe wasn't standing beside the truck like he usually was when I stepped outside with the burritos and coffee. "Joe?"
All I heard was the clucking of the hens. I wondered if he had left, but his scent was stronger than ever. I walked to the trailer and knocked gently. I heard movement inside. "Joe?"
Silence.
"I'm coming in, okay?"
I tried the door handle, but it was locked, which struck me as odd. I jiggled the handle and yanked on the door. Nothing. As the seconds ticked by, I started to feel afraid. I called Joe's name again, and then pulled it hard enough to make it fly open.
I stepped inside, scared of what I might find. Had Joe hurt himself? I had been cruel these past two days, pushing him away. But he was in bed, blankets and pillows piled around him and on top of him.
He lifted his head to look at me as I stepped toward him.
If I hadn't spent so many years learning to control my moods, the desire that came over me would have driven me crazy at that moment. "Are you okay?"
He nodded as I stepped closer and brought his hand to his face.
That’s when I realized he was crying. Without a second thought, I slipped my shoes off and climbed into bed beside him. I got under the covers, and he crawled into my open arms. “What’s wrong, baby?”
He buried his face in my chest. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me."
I took shallow breaths, trying to keep my head about me. The entire trailer was filled with his intoxicating scent as I stroked his head. "It's okay."
My cock had swelled to a massive size, and I worried I might lose control. I needed to explain to Joe that he was in heat, but even finding the words was difficult. "Joe…" I was already taking off my clothes while rubbing against him.
