Chapter 18

18

MAKING UP IS THE BEST

Octavia

I stand there, heart racing, as Wyatt touches the side of my neck, right where his mate mark is — his fingers barely grazing my skin, but it feels electric. A shiver runs through me, igniting a fire that has been dormant for far too long. His gaze pierces through me, questioning, searching. “Are you coming back to me mate, or am I dreaming?” His voice is low, filled with such vulnerability that it nearly breaks me.

I want to laugh at how cute he sounds, but the emotion welling up inside me is too powerful. Ever since we met, I’ve been caught up in a whirlwind of confusion and fear. Am I truly here? Am I real? I take a deep breath, steadying myself against the storm of emotions. “I’m real, Wyatt. I’m standing right in front of you.” The words tumble out, sincere and desperate, like a lifeline thrown into turbulent waters.

His eyes soften, but the pain is still there, lurking beneath the surface. It’s a wound that hasn’t healed since Rachel announced her pregnancy, a reality that shattered the world we built together. The silence stretches between us, heavy and suffocating, until he clasps his hand around the front of my neck, pulling me closer. I can feel his heart racing, matching my own, and before I know it, I’m lost in the warmth of his embrace.

Then he kisses me, and it’s more than just a kiss. It’s a declaration, a promise, a desperate grasp at hope. It’s bruising, overwhelming, like he’s trying to draw every piece of me back into him. I melt into it, into him, feeling the world around us fade away. I can feel his strength, his need, and it ignites something primal inside me. My legs involuntarily wrap around his waist as he lifts me, holding me tightly against him, and I can’t help but laugh, startled by his sudden movement, against his lips.

“I’ve been empty without you,” he breathes against my mouth when he pulls back, his forehead resting against mine. “I need you like I need air. You’re my world, Octavia. I can’t be without you.”

His words flood me with warmth, and I can feel my wolf inside me purring, ready to leap into this moment with both feet. “Take me to our room, baby,” I tell him, my voice a whisper but filled with determination. “I won’t stay away from you another night.”

With a flash of relief and something else — something deeper and more primal — Wyatt nods, and I can see the resolve in his eyes. He turns, carrying me through the pack house like I weigh nothing. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent that is uniquely him — pine with hints of worn leather, warm, and safe. It feels like home.

As we ascend to the Alpha Floor, every kiss he places against my cheeks and neck sends ripples of warmth through me, sparking desires I thought I had buried for the time being. I glance up at him, the way his jaw tenses with each step, the way his muscles ripple beneath my thighs. It’s intoxicating, a heady mix of longing and love that I can’t ignore.

Wyatt reaches our suite, and I feel a thrill of anticipation. He sets me gently on my feet, but he doesn’t let go. His hands linger on my waist, just above the curve of my hips. I can feel the heat radiating between us, an invisible thread pulling us closer. “I’ve missed this baby girl,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin.

“I’ve missed us ,” I reply, gazing into his eyes, searching for the remnants of the connection we once had. “I want to go back to how we were before everything happened a few days ago.”

His expression darkens slightly, but he nods, determination flickering in his gaze. “We will,” he promises. “But we have to talk about Rachel. I need you to understand that I never chose her. You’ve always been my first choice, Octavia.”

I swallow hard, the weight of his words settling over me. “I know,” I say softly, my heart aching with the truth of it. “But it still hurts. We were supposed to be together.”

Wyatt pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around me as if I might slip away again. “I’ll do everything in my power to make this right. Just give me a chance, please don’t reject me.”

His confession ignites a flicker of hope within me, but I know that rebuilding the trust we had won’t be easy. I nod, feeling the warmth of his body against mine, the steady rhythm of his heart echoing in my ears. “I’m willing to try,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

As he kisses me again, this time softer, more reverent, I lose myself in the sensation. There’s something electric about being in his arms, something that makes the world outside fade into oblivion. The kiss deepens, and I can feel all the pent-up emotions flooding between us — desire, longing, love, and a hint of desperation.

I pull back slightly, breathless. “Wyatt…”

“I know,” he interrupts, his eyes fierce. “Let’s just enjoy this moment, baby girl. We’ll figure everything else out later.”

I nod, feeling a smile tugging at my lips, and I can’t help the laughter bubbling up inside me. “You’re right. We’ve already wasted too much time.”

He grins at me, and it’s like the sun breaking through a stormy sky. In this moment, everything feels possible again. We step into the bedroom, and I glance around, trying to take in the familiar surroundings — the soft glow of the lamps, the plush bedding, the scent of him lingering in the air.

Wyatt pulls me closer, and I can feel the heat radiating off him. “I want to make this night as unforgettable as our first,” he says, his voice low and sultry.

I swallow hard, anticipation swirling inside me. “Then show me, mate,” I challenge, my heart racing.

With a wicked smile, he leans down, capturing my lips again, and I melt into him, ready to embrace whatever comes next. Together, we will fight for our love, for the bond that has always connected us, and for the future we both desperately crave.

As Wyatt’s kiss deepens, I feel my wolf stir within me, urging me to embrace the passion, the connection, and the love that is ours.

I pop the button on his jeans, slide the zipper down, and reach into Wyatt's black boxer briefs to grab his thick length. He bites his lip as I swipe the bead of pre cum spreading it over the tip before tracing the sensitive ridge with my thumb.

Wyatt quickly strips me of my clothes to leave me just in my panties before I hear a distinct tearing sound ring through the air. Before I can even squabble about him ruining a pair of my underwear, he flips me on to my back to lay on the mattress. In the next moment I am crying out and clawing at the sheets as his lips descend, licking and sucking my hot flesh and swirling his tongue around my sensitive bud. I come screaming his name. He gives me literally no time to recover before his tongue is back at work making electricity explode and fireworks shoot off behind my eyelids within what feels like seconds. I honestly didn't know that one orgasm could be this mind-blowing.

"Another," he growls.

"Oh my Goddess, baby," I pant. "I'm not sure if I can. That was super intense."

Wyatt lifts his head from between my thighs with a wicked smile. "Oh, baby girl, you haven't learned by now not to challenge the alpha have you? If I tell you to come all over my face, then you're going to come all over my face ."

I shiver at him using his commanding alpha tone with me and the filthy images that his words conjure in my brain. I barely manage a small grunt before he resumes feasting on me like I'm his own personal meal.

After Wyatt makes me come two more times, he sits up on his knees, pulling my thighs around his hips. With one smooth thrust he's buried himself inside me to the hilt. My heels dig into his powerful glutes as he thrusts in and out, making my body sing with all the praises he tells me. His hands grip my hips, knowing they will leave bruises tomorrow as he works us both into a sweat. Slowing his pace, he slides one hand up my torso to knead my breast while the other lightly grazes my swollen clit.

My mouth falls open. "Baby.. I can't take another. It's too much."

He slowly slams into me, making my back bow off the mattress, "Yes you can. Trust me, baby. I know what this fucking beautiful body of yours needs."

I nod, feeling the truth behind Wyatt's words. At this very moment, I realize I do trust Wyatt wholeheartedly. I'm not actually sure when my mind has decided to let its guard down, but somewhere along the way, any doubt that I've had about him about us has been erased.

"Kiss me," I beg.

Wyatt quickly complies, making love to my mouth just as thoroughly as he is making love to my body. I'm not sure how much time has passed or how many orgasms I've had before Wyatt is spilling his release inside of me with a long drawn out groan.

"I love you Octavia," he whispers in my ear as he holds me tightly. "I'm so fucking sorry for everything that I put you through. I'm going to work my ass off for the rest of our lives to prove that to you, I promise, baby."

My heart is racing in my chest as we cling to each other. Wyatt's hands roam over every inch before finally landing between my legs. He slides a finger inside me, notching it next to his cock and I let out a groan. My mate's experienced hand slides over me and caresses my intimate parts as his lips ravish mine. His other hand grasping at my breast and pinching my nipples with masterful skill. He thrusts his finger harder and faster bringing me pure bliss. I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer as my release builds up inside me.

"Mine," Wyatt whispers against my lips as he moves his finger faster and faster. He suddenly stops and moves back with a look of awe on his face. "Goddess, you are the sexiest fucking woman I've ever seen."

Wyatt pulls out and scoots down on his knees and slowly licks my inner thighs. He leans in and whispers against my pussy, his voice commanding as he tells me to wrap my legs around his neck. I follow his directions and soon his tongue is thrusting inside me, circling, before he presses his face into the apex of my thighs. The feeling of his mouth against me causes ripples of delight through my body and I moan as he devours me.

Wyatt works his lips and sinks his teeth slightly grazing my skin as I shudder feeling absolute pleasure wash over me. I cling to him tighter with my legs as another wave of ecstasy begins to swell inside me.

Wyatt looks up at me with a wicked smile on his face and I can't help but squirm under his touch. With one last flick of his tongue against my sensitive flesh, my body shakes as I am engulfed in the most intense orgasm I think I have ever experienced. I curve my spine and moan as he keeps licking me until I finish in delight.

I gasp for air as my orgasm subsides and I watch Wyatt stand up. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and pulls me to him.

I never get tired of looking at him. The way the black ink looks against his tanned skin and the way his muscles ripple with every move he makes. "Baby, you are so sexy when you come like that," he growls in my ear. "I can't wait to do that again."

I swallow hard at that thought. He leans in to kiss me and his scent fills my nose. He pulls away and strips out of his clothes.

My gaze moves to his wide chest, hips that are narrow and his rippled abs draw my eye every time. His biceps feel like steel under my hands and his thighs are powerful prompting me to lean in closer.

Wyatt dips down to kiss me once more before lifting me up in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his hips and he slowly rubs the head of his cock against my wet hole.

“I'm going to fuck you so hard your legs will be bowed tomorrow Octavia," he whispers. "I'm going to claim what's mine."

I want to beg Wyatt to fuck me. He slowly teases me with his cock, running the head up and down the slit of my pussy again. I sigh in relief as he finally presses forward, slowly burying himself inside me.

My mouth gapes open as his thick cock fills me to the brim. I rock my hips against him, needing him to move, urging him on.

"Fuck, baby girl," Wyatt growls as I increase the pace of my movements until I'm bouncing against him.

I groan as every inch of me is completely consumed by the feel of his throbbing dick. He grabs my ass firmly in his hands as he takes control, his cock sliding in and out of me with deep thrusts.

I slam my mouth against his to kiss him, and our bodies are moving in a perfect rhythm. Our moans get louder as the build up grows inside us.

"Damn, Octavia, you're so tight." Wyatt squeezes my hip as he increases his pace. "I could live inside you, baby."

Every nerve in my body is on fire, tingling, my climax on the brink of explosion.

Wyatt growls in my ear as I start to spasm around him, "Come all over my cock, baby girl. That's it."

My whole body is overtaken with pure ecstasy and it leaves my legs shaking. I moan as my release finally comes and my pussy clenches tight around him.

"Ohh, fuck, fuck, Tavia," he bites out through clenched teeth.

Wyatt slowly sits down on the ground, bending his knees slightly so he is still buried deep inside me. I'm overwhelmed with exhaustion from my orgasm, but Wyatt is determined to take me over that edge once again.

He kisses me, his tongue plunging into my mouth as he starts thrusting into me. His groans become louder with each punishing snap of his hips, signaling his own release is coming. I can feel his knot swelling and I know we are going to be locked together for a while this time.

We continue to kiss as our bodies rock against each other, trying to expel all of the pent up passion, our orgasms crash over us at the same time. Wyatt moans as he fills me with his cum, his shoulders shaking with the force of it.

"Fuucckk," he bellows out before collapsing back, us both tumbling to the carpet.

I can't help but stare at Wyatt's sweaty torso that's packed with muscle, as the moonlight dances across the floor and I softly lay my head on his pec.

"You're my gorgeous perfect mate," he whispers into my hair. "Promise you won't leave me."

"Always mate," I whisper back.

His dark emerald eyes that I love so much, glow in the moonlight as I look up to meet his gaze. "Always, baby girl."

I nod, feeling more secure about our future than ever before.