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I take a deep breath as I look at her, and I can’t resist running my tongue over her folds. Her scent is intoxicating, and I focus on that as I lap at her, tasting the sweetness of her arousal and the tang of her desire. She cries out, her fingers digging into my hair as she pushes herself against my face. I groan at the taste, loving how wet she is for me and how much she wants this.

I part her lips with two fingers and thrust them inside her, feeling how tight she is around me. She’s always been tight, but now…she feels like heaven. My tongue finds her clit again, teasing it gently. Ava gasps and moans above me, arching her back off the ground as she tries to get closer. With one hand still on her hip for support, I reach down and pull my cock from my pants, stroking slowly while watching her face. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and I can feel how close she is. I suck her clit into my mouth, and she comes hard, crying out my name as I continue to finger fuck her, in awe of how tightly her walls clench around my fingers.

Desperate to feel that tightness on my cock, I waste no time standing and bending her over the counter. She gasps as I fill her from behind on one hard thrust, hitting deep inside her and then pausing as we both adjust to the sensation. I don’t want to hurt her, but I need to start moving before I embarrass myself. It feels too damn good. I grip her hips tightly and start a rhythm that has us both moaning immediately. Her walls squeeze around me with each stroke, and I can't hold back as I pound into her relentlessly.

We begin to lose control, and every movement becomes more desperate. Both chasing our release. With my wolf urging me on, I bite down on her shoulder for the first time, tasting her skin and marking her. She cries out, her nails gripping the counter.

"Fuck, Ava," I growl as I thrust harder into her.

Ava's tight walls clamp down on my cock as she cries out my name again, and I follow seconds later, filling her with hot cum while buried deep inside her. We stand there panting for what feels like an eternity before I pull her down onto the kitchen floor with me and pull her against my chest.

Tonight has changed everything, and for once, I don’t give a fuck what the pack thinks.

Chapter 15 - Ava

Telling Harper that Callum is her father was the easy bit. After all, she had heard most of it at the craft fair. Confirming it over breakfast felt like a formality, as she nodded while continuing to play with the little toys Sara had brought around for her. She took it all in her stride, and I was just glad she had woken up seemingly unscarred by last night's events.

On the other hand, Callum looks more nervous than I think I have ever seen him as she shows him her toys and listens to us explain. He fidgets with his coffee cup, eyes darting between Harper and me. I can feel the tension in the air and don't know how to break it. I try to make small talk to ease the tension, but each word feels forced out of my mouth.

Everything felt much simpler last night. There’s certainly no denying how much we seem to want each other. My wolf feels closer than ever, and I know that’s because she senses her mate, something that pisses me off because I needed her to come back for Harper and me, not him. But that was physical, and hasn’t he shown before how easily he can have sex with me without it meaning anything more than that?

But right now, this is about Harper and her father, who wants to step up. Part of me is screaming at me to trust him, that this could help Harper—could help both of us. But another part remembers what happened before and how easily he can hurt me again.

He clears his throat and puts down his cup, taking a deep breath before speaking. "So...um...do you think we could maybe practice your magic later? You know, in the meadow? After I’ve finished some work." It takes me by surprise, but it also warms my heart that he wants to spend time with Harper on something they can connect about.

Harper looks to me, and I nod. "Sure," I finally manage to say, trying to sound more confident than I feel. Everything feels so out of balance today.

We finish breakfast, and as I look out the window at the quiet street, I suggest walking to the park while Callum does his work. Despite the enormity of her morning, Harper seems completely unfazed and leaps from the table to get ready. As I wash the dishes and get our things ready, I wish I had her youthful innocence for just a moment. Something tells me Callum might just feel the same as I catch him watching me. He looks as though he’s going to say more, but then turns away. I find myself wondering if he regrets what he said last night. It’d natural if the emotion of finding out about Harper confused his feelings.

I shake my head, knowing I have spent so much of my life trying to understand Callum’s feelings, and that deep down, they are intrinsically linked to the pack. From what I saw at the craft fair last night, the pack will never change its feelings about my place here. There’s no point even considering my feelings about Callum. In some ways, I feel as though they are almost insignificant. My feelings have always been insignificant.

Except where Harper is concerned.

When we finally make it outside and head toward the park, the air is crisp and clean. I hold Harper’s hand tightly, feeling protective after last night and just grateful the streets are quiet. I was tempted to stay in the house, but with Callum there and the weight of last night's revelations, a part of me wants some time alone with Harper to gauge how she’s really feeling.

As we walk, she chats excitedly about everything she wants to learn from Callum and how big and strong her daddy is. She seems genuinely thrilled at the prospect of spending time with him. I’m not sure what I wanted to hear; I want her to be happy, but hearing her enthusiasm only makes the pit in my stomach grow.

We arrive at the park, and I watch as Harper immediately runs to the swings, her laughter ringing out in the air. It’s such a simple thing, but it feels like everything is right in my world when she's happy. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding and try to push aside my worries for a moment to join her, feeling the wind ruffle my hair as I sit in the swing next to her. The sun is still warm on my face, but a fresh chill in the air makes me shiver.

I hear the soft squeak of the swing chains as we start moving, and the world around us fades into the background. Harper's smile is infectious, and I can't help but smile back at her as we swing higher. We stay like this for a while, Harper is fearless and although I have to help her a few times, it amazes me how far she has come since being here.

Eventually, I look around and realize more people are out now. Pups are heading for the park, which means their parents will, too. The sound of laughter soon fills my ears, and I realize a couple of families are setting up on the other side of the park. Harper looks at me, and I notice concern in her eyes. The incident with Sam and last night’s craft fair has affected her. “Everyone loves the park, Harper. They’re just here to play, too,” I say soothingly, and she nods.

I try to concentrate on pushing Harper on the swings, but eventually, I hear it—the whispers, full of talk about last night. People look at me with a mixture of confusion and disdain. It makes me feel exposed and vulnerable. I stand up quickly, pulling Harper with me. "Okay, sweetie," I say, trying to keep my voice light, "let's head home."

I almost expect her to argue, but instead, she looks up at me questioningly as we gather our things and start walking back toward the gate. My heart feels heavy in my chest as the whispers grow louder with every step we take away from the park. I distract Harper by telling her what we’ll have for lunch, and then she’ll play with Callum.

She squeezes my hand and says, “Daddy, not Callum.”

My heart clenches, but I nod and offer her a smile. I don’t know why, but I expected some resistance to the idea. She’s so young, though, and Callum has been so nice to her; she welcomes the idea, perhaps because of the bond they share with the magic. Maybe she feels the connection. It would make sense.

We get back to the house, and Callum is waiting for us on the porch, finishing a call. I see something like worry flash in his eyes as he studies my face, but I brush it off.

"Park was great, wasn’t it, Harper?" I say brightly, trying to sound upbeat. She nods, and I just hope he wasn’t watching our quick exit from the park. I hate that he thinks I’m weak.

Callum frowns but doesn't press the matter. Instead, he ruffles Harper's hair and winks at her. "Ready to practice our magic?"

She bounces on her feet with excitement and beams at him. "Yes!" she squeals, practically vibrating with excitement. He shoots me a look over her head, and something in his eyes softens as he says, "We won't be long. Why don’t you get coffee?"

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