**Remy’s POV **
The second I step into the room, her scent slams into me like a freight train.
It’s Paige, sweet, soft and maddening, but underneath it is something else. Something I’ve only ever caught traces of when pack females go into heat. Only this is sharper, richer, laced with a pull that makes my wolf bare his teeth and claw at the inside of my chest.
Ryder has her pinned against the wall, buried deep inside her, his mouth fused with hers.
She’s breathless and trembling with need. I can feel it through the bond. It’s like a fire, licking at my every nerve, and searing through my self-control.
I should leave. I should slam the door, give them privacy, pretend I didn’t just hear her gasp my name like I’m the one inside her, but I can’t. My wolf won’t let me.
Ryder looks at me over his shoulder, his eyes filled with understanding. There’s no anger there, no challenge, just a silent acknowledgment. She needs both of her bonded mates right now.
“Remy,” she gasps again, her voice breaking as Ryder drives into her. Her hands claw at his shoulders, but her eyes, those wide desperate eyes, find me. That’s all it takes.
I’m across the room before I’ve made the decision, tearing off my shirt, my corol unravelling with every step. Ryder shifts his stance, adjusting his hold on her, and for a second I almost stumble at how easy he makes it, welcoming me in instead of shutting me out. If someone had told me I’d ever share a s****l experience with him in the same room, I’d have laughed. Even when I realised we shared a mate, I just figured we’d take turns. That I’d share her with Parker or Callen but never him, yet here we are. For her, it seems we are willing to do just about anything.
“Take her,” he growls. “She needs both of us.”
My hands are on her in the next breath, tugging her bathrobe fully off her shoulders, baring her to me. Her skin is flushed, still damp from the shower. I groan as I cup her breast, her hardened n??****s pressing into my palms.
Paige moans, arching into my touch, and the sound nearly undoes me.
“Goddess, you smell so f*****g good,” I breathe, dragging my mouth along her jaw before she turns her face towards me. I claim her lips in the kind of kiss that borders on desperation.
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She whimpers against me, her thighs trembling around Ryder’s hips as he thrusts harder, grunting with the effort of giving her what she needs. I slide my hand down, between their bodies, my fingers finding her clit slick and swollen, begging for more.
“Remy,” she cries, her body spasming between us.
Her orgasm tears through her as my fingers circle and tease her mercilessly. But it doesn’t fade like it should. She’s still burning, her nails digging into my arms as if she can’t get close enough.
“f**k,” Ryder pants, forehead pressed against hers. “She’s not coming down,” he adds into the mind-link to only me.
“She’s in heat,” I growl, back to him, as realisation crashes over me.
Ryder stiffens but doesn’t argue. He knows I’m right. Her scent, her desperation, the way she’s clinging to us like she’ll die if we stop, it’s all there. But Paige isn’t a wolf, she’s human.
Except… she isn’t just human. She’s ours.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, her voice trembling with need. “Please don’t stop.”
Ryder gives her everything he has until he can’t hold back any longer. She comes again with a cry as Ryder groans out his own release.
For a second she goes limp, and I think she’s done, but then she whimpers d I know she needs more. Rye shares a desperate look with me over her shoulder, and I nod, pulling her off him. He stumbles back as I turn and place her on her front on the bed, helping her onto her hands and knees.
My wolf screams at me to take her and I shake with the intense need to satisfy her, but I slow myself, the last thing I want to do is hurt her, she might smell like a she-wolf in heat, but she’s not, she is still human. She needs gentleness.
“Please, Rem,” she groans, looking over her shoulder at me. f**k, she’s beautiful, especially like this. I don’t hesitate. I push down my shorts and climb onto the bed behind her. Her p***y is pink and glistening, inviting me in. Positioning my tip at her entrance almost finishes me, just the feel of her soft heat is like heaven. I grip her hips and surge forward into her, her body welcoming me like I’m coming home.
“f**k, you feel so good,” I hiss.
“Rye,” she whimpers softly, looking for him.
He moves around to her front, and she pushes up onto her knees to cling to him. Between the two of us, we drag every sound out of her that we can, giving her everything we have until finally, she goes limp against Ryder’s chest, spent and trembling.
I brush damp hair back from her flushed face, my chest tight with more than lust. She looks perfectly wrecked, beautiful and ours.
Ryder presses a kiss to her temple. “Coffee?” he murmurs, like he hasn’t just f****d her senseless against the wall.
She laughs weakly, nodding. “Yeah… coffee sounds good, but shower first.”
We help her shower and dress. Ryder tugs one of his shirts over her head while I steady her on shaky legs, and then we guide her downstairs. She clings to our hands like a lifeline, and my wolf purrs at the contact.
By the time we settle her at the kitchen island with a steaming mug of coffee, Callen and Parker are back from the walk they took Jaxon the moment they sensed something was happening, both of them are stiff with tension, their eyes glowing faintly as they scent the air.
Jaxon greets us all before running off to grab his Lego set from upstairs.
“What the hell was that?” Paige asks the moment he’s out of earshot.
The four of us exchange looks before Ryder sighs. “We think you’re… going through something like a heat, Paige.”
Her eyes widen. “A what?”
“A heat cycle, it’s something the females of our kind go through when they’re ready to… mate, “I say, trying to say it in a less blunt way than how we usually describe it. I don’t think we need to scare her with words like ‘breed’ right now. Hell, I don’t even want to scare myself with those kind of words yet, I’m not ready.
She frowns. “But I’m not a wolf.”
“You’re not a wolf,” Parker cuts in gently, his tone calm as usual. “We know. But you’re fated to four of us and already bonded to two. That changes things. The only reference we have is when a human woman bonds to one wolf, and even then, it’s rare. They sometimes… take on parts of the bond, cycles, instincts, that kind of stuff.”
Callen leans forward, covering her hands with his. “We don’t know how this will play out for you, love. It might pass quickly, it might come back in waves, but what we do know is that you’re not going through it alone. Whatever your body needs, we’ll be here.”
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Paige swallows hard, her cheeks flushing again, and I can feel the bond tug tight between us. Her eyes are still wide, and beneath the rich scent of coffee, her heat lingers in the air. It’s sweet, intoxicating, and impossible to ignore.
Parker sits stiffly in his chair, his knuckles white where he grips the edge of the counter. His wolf is close to the surface, I can feel it. Callen isn’t much better, his jaw clenched as he tries to school his expression. Their eyes flick to Ryder and me, silently questioning what happens now, but we don’t have the answers.
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