Paige crawls up onto the bed, and then my restraint almost snaps when she stays there on all fours and shoots a look at me over her shoulder.
I want to drop to my knees behind her and worship her sweet p***y with my mouth until she screams for me, then I want to sink my c**k into her, filling her with my c*m. Parker is already there though, his fingers sliding over her pink flesh.
“Let me get her ready for you,” he says into the mind-link.
I know I should tell him he doesn’t need to do anything for my benefit, but I know it’s partly his instinct, and partly what he wants. He loves to please his mate, and I won’t take that from him. Besides, if I’m honest with myself, I enjoy taking a step back and watching her like this.
She gasps as he sinks two digits into her, whilst telling her how warm and wet she is. How perfect she feels. He works her like he’s done it a million times, bringing her to the edge in under a minute. I force myself to stay back, to give them this moment before I take my turn.
Paige’s back arches, her hands grip the sheets, and she cries out. It’s one of the most stunning sights I’ve ever seen. The way she gives herself over to the pleasure without restraint makes me want to watch her do it over and over again.
Parker steps back and moves around to the other side of the bed, catching her attention when he pushes his shorts down, his erection springing free. She crawls to him eagerly and moans as her mouth wraps around his tip. His head falls back, and he hisses in pleasure when she sucks him all the way in.
I stay silent, slowly moving closer like a predator stalking its prey. My wolf shivers in delight at that thought.
I trail my fingers up her thighs and over her ass, making her shiver. My d**k is more than ready for her, and I position it at her opening before sliding into her tight p***y in one smooth motion. She moans around Parker’s c**k, making my knees go weak and my spine tingle with need as her inner walls stretch around me. She feels like heaven. I grip her hips and hold her steady whilst I get control of myself.
I draw my hips back, almost coming out of her completely before pushing back in, matching Parker’s rhythm until her core tightens around me and her muffled cries tip Parker over the edge. He groans out his release, and I pause as she swallows every drop of him down. It takes a huge effort not to follow them into that bliss, but I’ve waited too long to have her to let this be over so quickly. I bring my hand to where we are connected. I withdraw enough to gather some of her slickness on my fingers, and then I glide my fingers up to her back hole. She gasps when she feels the pressure but doesn’t tell me to stop.
I wait, trying to gauge whether I should push her further. Her excitement and anticipation bleed through the bond, giving me all the answer I need. I work my finger into her slowly.
“Rye, please, I need more,” she breathes.
That breaks every ounce of self-control I have. I work my fingers in and out of her as I thrust into her. I don’t hold back this time as I chase both of our releases. As soon as her orgasm detonates through her, my balls tighten, and I unload inside of her, with a roar, filling her with every drop I have.
We collapse onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. Parker pulls Paige up to the head of the bed, and I crawl up next to her so she is caught between us, her head resting on my chest, with Parker curled around her. Her breathing evens out in seconds, sleep claiming her before either of us can say a word. I glance over her at Parker; he meets my gaze and gives a small, knowing smile. Mission accomplished.
**Paige’s POV **
The morning sun warms the wood beneath my bare feet, and Jaxon’s laughter drifts through the air as he chases a butterfly across the grass. It’s one of those rare, peaceful moments. that feel as though time stops.
Ryder hands me a cup of coffee and settles beside me on the porch bench. His thigh brushes mine, solid and warm, and I lean into him. The night’s conversation with Ronnie still loops through my mind, over and over.
Descendants of the Moon Goddess. Pack mothers. Bloodlines that can shape the future of entire packs.
It still sounds impossible, and yet, everything about it feels… right.
“You didn’t sleep much,” Ryder says quietly, watching Jaxon dart through the sunlight.
“Neither did you,” I reply, giving him a knowing look.
He huffs softly, not denying it. “My mind’s been spinning since last night. Trying to piece together how all of this fits.”
I take a sip of my. coffee, staring out into the trees. “Do you really think it could be true? That Poppy and I are Moon Children?”
He’s silent for a moment before answering. “I think there’s too much we don’t understand to rule it out. Ronnie doesn’t deal in fairytales, Paige. He’s one of the most well-read people I know when it comes to old pack history. If he believes it’s possible, then I believe him.”
I nod slowly, tracing my thumb along the rim of the cup. “If it is true… then which one of our parents would’ve passed it down? Mum or Dad?”
Ryder leans back against the railing, looking thoughtful. “Ronnie said the trait only manifests in females, but males can pass it on, so it could’ve come from either side.”
My mind scrambles to think of a memory of my parents that could give any clue they were different, but there’s nothing. They were just normal people.
“They were so normal,” I say quietly. “Ordinary jobs, ordinary lives. Mum loved her garden, she burned toast every morning, she used the same lipstick for twenty years. Nothing about her ever felt… supernatural. Dad loved golfing and his car, he couldn’t get any simpler.”
“Maybe that’s exactly how they stayed hidden,” he murmurs. “If they knew they were one of the last, they’d have had to live quietly. Humans would have called it a myth, but wolves might have seen them as a target.”
I shake my head, refusing to believe it. “They’d have warned me, they wouldn’t have let me and Poppy go through life not knowing who we really were.”
“Maybe they didn’t know,” he shrugs. “Ronnie said the gifts had to be triggered.”
“You don’t think a car crash was enough to trigger them?” I ask, my tone bitter with resentment.
“I don’t know, maybe it all happened too quickly. It’s one of those questions you’ll probably never get answers to, but one thing I do know is that if there was any chance either of them could have survived, they would have. There’s no way they’d have given up easily, they loved you and Poppy in a way that made me ache for the parents I never had,” he says, and I sense his unease.
I blow out a breath, guilt twisting in my gut as I stare out at Jaxon again, watching him pluck a handful of dandelions and proudly present them to Parker, who’s pretending to be very impressed. “I’m sorry, I get so angry they were taken from me that way when I should be grateful I had them as long as I did.”
Ryder’s hand finds mine, his thumb brushing slow circles over my skin. “Don’t apologise, you have every right to be angry at what happened.”
“So do you, your parents were stolen from you before you even got to know them.”
“I am,” he sighs. “But I save my anger for the hunters. They took a lot of parents from pack kids. I won’t let that happen again, not this time.”
We sit in silence for a while, just watching Jaxon.
“Paige, there’s something I need to tell you,” he says softly, breaking the silence.
The tone of his voice makes my stomach drop. “That sounds ominous.”
He exhales, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. “After what happened during training the other day, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this. So, I had a trusted pack member go digging into what he could find.”
“About what?” I ask, brow furrowing.
“Your family.” His gaze lifts to mine, looking cautious. “Specifically, your parents’ background and your births.”
A chill runs through me. “Okay… and?”
Ryder hesitates, like he’s weighing how much to say, then finally meets my eyes. “I wasn’t going to tell you until I knew more, but both you and Poppy were conceived through assisted fertility. Your parents were patients at a private clinic, one that no longer exists under that name.”
The words take a second to process. I blink at him. “What are you talking about? They never mentioned anything about that.”
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