Moon Dancer - Hidden Wolf 1

64 Finley 🌶️

I wake to an angelic laughter coming from my left. Sleepily blinking my eyes open, I grin as Ryker leaves a trail of kisses up Grayson's neck, burrowing his nose into her skin.

Pretty pink lips part as a moan eases out, and the smell of my mates arousal  has all traces of sleep dissipating from me in an instant.

I lift my head up and sure enough, Jagger's face is smothered between her plump thighs.

"Good morning, princess." I say as I prop myself up on my elbow and lean forward to kiss those perfect lips.

Grayson sighs as she kisses me back, "Good morning Finley."

My dick gets rock hard in an instant, and next thing I know Grayson's small hand is delving beneath the covers and wrapping around my length. I groan in pleasure, knowing that our little wolf could tell just how turned on we were all feeling.

The door swings open as Ares strides in the room, his eyes taking in the scene.

His mouth is quirked up in the predatory smile. "Thank you for taking over for me, Jag. You like that baby girl?"

Grayson moans loudly in response and I chuckle. She slides her hand down to squeeze my Alpha knot, making my eyes roll back. Goddess her hand felt so perfect on me.

"You like the way he completely claims you, isn't that right princess?" I ask, nudging her even further.

Grayson nods eagerly, her body giving into a quiver. She was close.

"He's got you memorized, Sparks." Ryker says still buried in the crook of her neck. "Look at him. He's worshiping what's his."

Grayson arches her back as her orgasm rips through her. I watch her come apart, her chest rattling with her moans and whimpers. I bask in our mate bond, reveling in the pure euphoric bliss coming from Gray. And then there's that undeniable feeling of safety and hope that she woke with yesterday.

I smile, knowing that I was a huge reason for that. She had brought out a side of me that I never knew existed. When she had been spent, something called me to unravel her just one more time. I had put every ounce of gentleness and care and passion that I was capable of. Grayson had never been taken care of like that before, and I fucking loved that I was the first. My pack had always called me the heart, and I never really understood.

But with Grayson, my purpose resonated strongly within me.

Gray and I weren't the only ones awakening though.

My smile grows bigger. Pride strums through me as I glance at Ares. He was so ready. He had been terrified of committing, of caring, but through our bond I could tell he was fully in it to win it. He would do anything to take care of Grayson, and was present and trying. It was more than that. Ares was overcoming his fears for this little wolf. We had never seen him this driven to improve himself.

Ryker, our silent grump who only reserved his gentleness for quiet moments alone, there wasn't a trace of his usual reluctance or hesitation. Grayson had really brought him out his shell, he took it on eagerly, freely exploring who he could be.

Then there was Jagger. All wit and smart ass responses, who would rather be alone and watch from the sidelines. Jag used sarcasm and dry humor to mask his true self. I knew in my heart that Grayson had always been meant to find him first. Our gypsy had his heartstrings in the palm of her hand. Jagger had been slowly bleeding out, waiting and waiting. With Grayson to give his heart to, ambition and devotion had been steadily building up inside of him, repairing the very fiber of his being.

Jag kisses up the inside of Gray's thigh as she smiles happily down at him. Her satisfaction and lasting warmth zip down the mate bond.

Her nose twitches and she looks towards the open bedroom door and quickly back to Ares. "Is it safe for me to expect french toast for breakfast every day?" She jokes.