The Lost Pack (Paige) novel Chapter 218

** Callen’s POV **

I have never knelt for anyone, not truly.

I’ve bowed my head in respect. I’ve lowered my stance to calm a pack fight. I’ve submitted in strategy and diplomacy. But kneeling… offering my throat, my power, my will, that has never belonged to anyone but me. Until her.

Paige stands in the centre of the bedroom, golden light barely contained beneath her skin. The cabin is quiet. Too quiet. With Jax at school and Ryder, Parker and Remy nowhere near this place, we are more alone than I think we’ve ever been. This moment is ours, carved out deliberately, protected, chosen.

My wolf wants to drop. It wants to kneel. To bare everything. To place itself at her feet and wait for permission to exist.

Her power hums between us, not demanding or forcing like it was earlier; it’s just present. A pressure in the air. A gravity that pulls me to her.

I swallow hard and step closer.

“Paige,” I say, and my voice comes out rougher than I intended.

She turns fully toward me.Goddess… I’ve always known she was beautiful. From the moment my eyes first landed on her, back when I thought she was just a tiny human female trying to calm an alpha wolf pup. I Knew right then she was a force to be reckoned with. That’s never been in question. But this… this is different. This is power layered with choice. Strength held carefully. A goddess who still remembers how to be human.

The pull hits me again, sharper now, threading through my chest, my gut, my spine. My knees bend before I can stop them. I sink down in front of her, slow and controlled, but still a surrender. My head bows. My hands rest loose on my thighs. I don’t look at her. I wait.

The Dawn surges in approval, but Paige doesn’t move closer. She exhales softly.

“Callen,” she says, and there’s no command in it, no power, just Paige.

I Lift my head instantly. Her eyes are shining, not with light, but with emotion. Real human emotion.

“No,” she says gently, stepping forward. Her hands come to my jaw, warm and steady, tilting my face up. “Not like that.”

My chest tightens. “I want to,” I admit. “Everything in me wants to kneel. To give you everything. To…”

“I know,” she whispers. “But I need you standing.”She presses her forehead to mine.

“I need you to be you,” she continues. “So I can still be me.”

Her light stirs, uncertain.

Paige’s fingers thread into my hair.

“Don’t let me get lost, Cal.”

The words hit harder than any order ever could, and something in my chest cracks open.

“I won’t,” I vow, without hesitation. “Never. If you drift, l’ll find you. If you rise too far, I’ll anchor you. If the world starts calling you a goddess before it remembers you’re a woman… I’ll remind it.”

Her breath shudders.

“I promise,” I say again, rising slowly to my feet, reclaiming my height, my presence, my dominance… not over her, but for her.

The Dawn responds instantly. The pressure shifts in approval.

Paige’s hands slide down my chest, slow and exploratory.

“Good,” she whispers.

Heat coils low in my spine. I step into her space deliberately, forcing her back a single step, then another, until her shoulders press against the wall. Not trappingher, just claiming the space.

Her pulse jumps under my fingers when I brace one hand beside her head and trail my fingers down her throat, over my mate mark.

“Still Paige?” I ask.

She nods. “Still me.”

“Good,” I repeat, softer this time. “Because I’m about to take what’s mine, and I need you present for it.”

Her eyes darken with hunger, and I lower my mouth to her ear.

“This is where you tell me to stop,” I say quietly. “Or where you tell me to continue.”

She doesn’t hesitate.

“Continue.”

The word ignites everything. I kiss her slowly, a kiss that is more of a claim. My hand slides to her hip, my fingers digging into the soft flesh there, reminding her who she belongs to.

Her light flares, not outward, but inward, coiling tight, preparing for whatever it is it does to brand her mates, her elements, as hers.

“Shhh,” I cut her off gently, “You did nothing wrong. You were perfect, and I didn’t want it to end, but there is one thing I want more.”

I kiss her deeply as I grind against her, wishing I’d taken a second to remove her underwear. I trail my kisses lower, lingering over her lace-covered breasts, teasing her nipples through the fabric until she’s panting.

When I reach her stomach, I hesitate, placing a gentle kiss just below her navel, where our tiny pup grows. Is it safe to press my weight on her? That’s a question for another time. For now, we’ll adapt. I won’t do anything to risk the new life inside of her.Pushing back onto my knees, I stroke a finger over the red lace between her legs and find it wet. “Damn, baby, you’re soaked.”

“Cal, please, I need you now, I need to mark you,” she writhes as her skin shimmers with her light.

Usually, rd draw this out, tease her until she can’t take it a second longer, but this is different. I guess we are both too keyed up for foreplay tonight.

Hooking my fingers into the lace stretched over her hips, l yank the fabric down her legs, my mouth watering as I get a quick glimpse of her wet, swollen p*ssy before I flop onto my back and pull her over to straddle me.

Paige lets out a small squeal of surprise at her new position before she leans forward to kiss me. Our tongues glide together as I lift her hips, helping her into position.

Then, I Lower her onto my c*ck, matching her moan with my own as her heat wraps around my aching length.

She pushes up, resting her hands on my chest as she uses her thighs to move up and down. I lift my hips to match her pace, feeling her clench around me with every thrust.

We pick up the pace, chasing our pleasure, and she throws her head back, moaning my name.

Her moans get loader and her breath more shallow as she climbs higher and higher, taking what she needs from me.

It’s the most beautiful, sinful sight l’ve ever seen.

Watching her so carefree and uninhibited is the biggest turn-on.The air hums, the bond stretches, and her light gathers beneath her skin, focused now.

Her fingers dig into my chest.

“Now,” she breathes.

I hold my breath as golden warmth blooms where her hand rests against my skin with a claiming heat. It sinks into me slowly, threading through every part of me.

I gasp, every nerve lighting up as the mark forms, pulsing in time with my heart. It tips us both over the edge into utter bliss. My hips jerk as I spill into her, whilst her walls flutter around me and she cries out.

“My goddess,” I pant as she collapses onto my chest.

“My anchor,” she replies.