Epilogue
Ten Days After the Devon Falls Leaf Festival
The message from my fortune cookie is clear. —Noah Hardaway
I’m standing at the head of one of the leaf festival trails, staring off into space, when Milo appears beside me. “A thousand dollars for your thoughts,” he whispers.
“Your prices just keep going up.”
He shrugs. “Well, in the last few weeks, I’ve had a mother announce her run for governor and two famous friends get engaged. I can’t let the media get wind that I’m cheap with my thought buying.” He winks at me. “Ready for the scrutiny coming our way, Mr. Hardaway?”
I groan. “Drat. I wasn’t thinking about how Tom and Colin’s wedding will bring even more attention to Devon Falls.
Milo laughs and pecks a kiss on my forehead. “I’ll protect you from the big bad media.”
“Of course you will.” I grin up at him. “Hey, where’s Bear? I thought we were going to do a quick hike with her before it got dark.”
“Gabe’s running a soccer practice up at the center. She practically begged me to let her stay with all the kids who want to give her belly rubs. So now it’s just the two of us.”
Huh. That… gives me an idea. “You know,” I tell him. “We’re not too far from that shed we found the day of the rainstorm. I bet the yoga blankets and mats are still there.”
Milo moves like a shotgun just went off. “Race you there.”
He takes off down the trail, and I follow him, laughing.
We make it to the shed in record time. Milo flicks on the tiny bulb in the center of the ceiling, which casts grazing, grainy shadows across the space.
He quickly pushes a chair up against the door since it doesn’t lock from inside.
“Just in case we get interrupted, Omega,” he tells me as he starts pulling yoga mats off piles and setting them on the floor in the darkened area I’m coming to think of as “our space” in this shed.
I’m not sure what it says about me that I fantasize about bumping fuzzies in a storage shed, but here we are. Milo Warner changes a person’s brain chemistry, I guess.
“Omega? Are we doing that scene here?” I unzip my coat and throw it down to the ground. I’m shivering a little against the chill inside the shed, but I’m not worried about being able to stand up to Vermont’s October temperatures.
I’ve got my alpha to keep me warm.
Milo pauses from where he’s spreading out another yoga blanket and raises an eyebrow. “You know how much I like it when we do the alpha-omega wolf scenes. But maybe we could mix it up a bit tonight. You know, add another layer.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask as I move a few steps closer and start unbuttoning my shirt.
He draws his tongue slowly across his bottom lip. “Do you want to be the wolf my pack has taken captive?”
Okay. Wow. Every day I feel like I get to see a little more of this side of Milo: the side he kept hidden for so long, the side people like Brad had him afraid to show the world.
He still holds a lot of his “alpha side” for the bedroom, but there are other times he lets it out: when he places a hand on my lower back and guides me in public spaces; when he steps in front of me before we cross the street, just in case a car might be coming.
I undo another button on my shirt. “Alpha, why have you taken me captive?”
He sits back on his knees and pushes his own coat off his shoulders. “Well, let’s think about this. Maybe I’m from a pack that doesn’t have omegas and desperately needs them. I heard your pack mistreats you terribly. So I stormed the woods with my wolves and stole you away.”
My cock’s getting hard now. “I bet you carried me out of their territory,” I whisper.
He nods. “Of course I did.” He draws his tongue across his lower lip. “This time, I wasn’t just rescuing you, Omega. I was taking you for myself.”
I gulp as I unbutton my jeans, drop them, and step out of them.
Milo stands. “Now we’re back in my pack’s territory. And I have certain… demands.” His eyes zero in on my crotch, and my cock gets that much harder.
“What kind of demands?” I ask him.
“Well, that’s easy.” He cocks his head at me. “You, Omega,” he says in a voice about two octaves lower than usual. “Belong to me. You’re going to give yourself to me tonight. All of yourself.”
I can definitely go along with this scene.
Milo puts his hands up. “But before we go on, let’s clarify consent. Red, green, yellow. Right?”
Always my protector. I laugh. “Yes. Yes. Red, green, yellow. Now can I have my alpha back? I think he just kidnapped me.”
He steps into my space and moves his finger back and forth across my right cheek. “I did,” he murmurs. “Now I’m going to make you mine in every way possible.”
He pushes his hands down my body, over my torso, across my hips, and into the waistband of my boxers. “Omega,” he whispers. “You’re about to become my mate. I’m going to make you want every inch of me inside you. I’m going to make you cry out for me.”
“Never,” I tell him. My voice comes out like a croak.
“Oh, but I will.” He tilts my head back. “Just watch and see, Omega. Very soon you’ll be crying out for me to mark every inch of you, inside and out.” He pushes his hands into my boxers. “Do you like it when I touch you here?”
I lean into the scene. “You can’t touch me there,” I whisper, but I don’t move away.
“Is that what you think, Omega? He twirls around to stand behind me, soft on his dancer’s feet.
Then he moves both hands farther into my boxers until he’s cradling my body against his.
He wraps a giant palm around my dick and holds it against my body while I grow harder in his hand.
Soon he’s stroking me back and forth across the head until I’m gasping for air.
“This is mine now, Omega,” he says. “It belongs to me. You don’t get to tell me what to do with it.”
“Alpha,” I say hoarsely. “What else belongs to you?”
He shoves my boxers down to my ankles and lifts a hand to his mouth. He slowly sucks on one finger before he releases it with a pop. He bends me over just slightly.
“I think you know what else belongs to me, Omega.”
I can’t form words to answer him, but apparently I don’t need to. “Your hole,” he goes on. “Your pretty little hole.”
Then he pushes his finger just slightly inside me, just enough to have me writhing, rutting my cock against his hand.
“No,” I tell him. “No, you can’t, Alpha. I can’t. You can’t take me there.”
This is so hot. I’m going to have to fight to make sure I don’t ruin the scene by blowing my load too early. Maybe Milo senses I’m close, because he slows down as he keeps stroking my cock with his hand.
“Oh, but I will,” he tells me. Then he pulls his finger out of me, leaving me breathless at the invasion and quick release.
He lifts me up in his arms the way he loves to do, and he carries me across the space that’s lit only by one small ceiling bulb, which casts shadows over and across the darkened shed.
He places me down in the middle of the yoga mats. I’m only wearing my shirt at this point, and it’s still half unbuttoned. He leaves his on too, but he drops his pants, pushes his boxers down, and then stands over me.
Now I’m the one licking my lips as I stare at him, waiting.
“You can’t wait to have me like this, your rival alpha,” he murmurs as he strokes his cock. “What if your pack could see you now?” He kneels on the yoga mats. “I’m going to ruin you just the way you want me to.”
He takes my cock into his mouth, sucking me down whole before dropping me from his lips, grinning.
“More!” I call out.
“See?” he says. “I said you wouldn’t be able to resist me.”
I’m panting now in the shadowy light, more than a little desperate to get all of him before I can’t hold on anymore.
“Tell me what you want from me, Noah. Tell me what you need.”
I swallow hard, determined to stay in scene as I stare at his cock, which is now fully hard and taking up plenty of airspace in front of his torso. “Are you going to put that inside me, Alpha?”
“I am.” He teases a finger back down my cock. “You’re not wet enough yet, but we’ll fix that.” Then he pushes my legs up slightly, leans down farther, and pushes his tongue into me.
I sink into the sensations, holding on to each moment tightly as he teases and pushes and circles my nerve endings.
“Stop,” I whisper. “Stop. I need more. Alpha… Alpha, you said you’d mark me… inside.”
Milo’s eyes are dark as he sits back up on his knees. “Well,” he says. “Since you’ve asked so nicely. Don’t forget,” he adds in a whisper. “Green, yellow, red.” He leans across the yoga mats to find his pants, and he pulls a small packet of lube from one pocket.
“Aren’t you well prepared,” I tell him.
He winks at me. “Always, Chucks. Especially if I know I’m meeting you within a one-mile radius of this shed.”
He can never stop taking care of me. It’s an impulse, I swear, one I’m reminded of as he preps me carefully, one finger after another until I’m writhing on his hand and begging for more.
I wait for him to push my legs up completely and then take me roughly, fully completing the scene he’s started. But Milo doesn’t do any of that.
Instead, he sits up completely on his knees and then pulls me up with him, arranging my back against his chest. “You,” he whispers in my ear. “Are forever my omega, Noah Hardaway. You will always belong to me, and I will always belong to you.”
And then he pushes in.
It’s difficult at first, to accept the intrusion. He’s prepped me well, but Milo’s cock is anything but small, and I’m definitely playing the part of the captured omega as I cry out the word, “Alpha!”
I don’t say any colors, but he still pauses. “Omega?” he whispers.
I take a moment to get my breath back while he drifts a finger down my cock, which has started to soften slightly. “Every part of you is so beautiful, Noah,” he whispers. “So perfect. I can feel you reacting to me now. You’re just small enough to fit in my hand, you know.”