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So, the omega was still attracted to him. That was good to know. Drew had long worried that maybe Shay had felt pressured that night, that he hadn’t been as attracted to him as he’d thought, and that was why he’d run, but clearly, that didn’t seem to be the case.

“Tomorrow, come over tomorrow. You can see Andy then, get to know him, and when the time is right, we’ll tell him you’re his dad,” Shay suggested, his eyes looking everywhere, but at Drew.

Drew nodded, he would do that but he also had to do this, he’d been wanting to since he laid eyes on Shay, even when his whole body vibrated with anger. He kissed Shay, in the middle of him speaking, Drew brought his mouth down on the omega’s with hot and hungry demand.

Gods he’d missed him.

In the split second it took for Drew to realize that maybe, just maybe there was something he was missing when it came to Shay’s disappearance, he saw a whole life before him involving his omega and his son.

And, come hell or high water, he would get it.

Now all needed to do was figure out what had scared Shay enough to run. Why the omega seemed to blame him for something, even though he had no idea what.

But, Drew was a resourceful man. He would figure it out, then he would claim his family.

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Shay

Drew had looked for him? Why? Why would he do that? Why would he look for Shay when he’d already gotten what he wanted from him?

It made no sense, but before Shay could even ask any questions, Drew growled softly and pulled Shay into the hard length of his body. His mouth came crashing down on Shay’s. Shay gasped and Drew took advantage of it, sliding his tongue possessively between his parted lips.

Drew was kissing him.

It wasn't a soft kiss though, it was a punishing kiss. One filled with anger, longing, frustration. It was like the man was trying to share his feelings with Shay, but he was also trying to rebuke him.

His heart stalled, and even though he knew it was a bad idea, Shay fell into the kiss. The feel of Drew’s hands holding him, sliding down his back to the curve of his ass. His eyelids drifted shut instinctively in response to the alpha, to his touch, the pressure of Drew’s mouth on his.

Plundering, taking, reducing Shay to a mass of need… and want.

His body betrayed him, just like it had done all those years ago. This was what Drew did to him.

Shay wasn’t sure, but it took him back to their first meeting and how he had taken one look at the alpha and he’d been completely entranced by everything he was. Whenever Shay thought back, he couldn't help but cringe at how quickly he’d fallen into bed with Drew.

He'd been so young and innocent. He hadn't seen the alpha for what he was.

So, what's your excuse now?a voice prompted, seeing as he was still as attracted, still as entranced, still as affected by the alpha.

Back then, he had youth as an excuse, he could say that it was his first time out in the big bad world, in a new city away from his parents. But he was supposed to be grown up, a parent. He was supposed to know better. Wasn't he?

But, somehow, being in Drew's presence, he was blanketed by the same attraction. He was hit head-on with whatever it was that had mesmerized him about the alpha the first time.

Shay was trying not to surrender to it again, but there was something about this man, this alpha that was it for Shay.

His first love.

His only love.

And he could say that with certainty, because Shay had tried dating a couple of years ago and had quit soon after, the whole thing feeling tedious. To his shame, Shay had found himself comparing each alpha to Drew, even all these years later, even after the alpha has made a fool of him, even though Drew knew he'd probably been nothing more than the first available warm body.

No one would believe him if he told them, but Drew had been his first, and his only. Shay knew some alphas looked at him and thought him promiscuous since he’d had a kid at just eighteen, but nothing could be further from the truth.

Shay had fallen head over heels in love with a man he barely knew, then fallen into bed with him, and spent the night making love like he'd only read about in books until that moment. It was wild, it was hot, it was passionate and all-consuming.

You didn't make love, you had sex, the reasonable part of his brain screamed.

But, apparently, it was being drowned out by the horny part of Shay, the part that had been dormant since that night, the part that had come back with a vengeance in the presence of the same person who had awakened it the first time.