The Lost Pack (Paige) novel Chapter 227

**Paige’s POV**

I can barely breathe with how intense the desire is that’s coursing through my body. I’m so stunned by it that I can’t move. I can’t do anything but watch, transfixed by them.

My mates are hot, unbelievably so, and I love them touching me, but watching them touch each other is on a whole other level, and I feel honoured they’re letting me be a part of this.

I grew up believing that I shouldn’t enjoy this, but I can’t even try to pretend it isn’t the sexiest thing ve ever seen.

The way Callen commands the room, and the way Remy, my hotheaded, stubborn mate, submits to him is stunning. I feel like I’m watching a show, an erotic private show that was never meant to be for anyone but them.

Yet here l am, with not just a front-row seat, but actively being involved.

My breath catches as heat pools low in my core.

I can’t take my eyes off them, the way they move together, knowing exactly what the other wants from them. It’s like watching a dance.

“Come here, baby, let me ease some of that pressure,” Callen says, his tone barely containing a growl as Remy sucks him deeper.I don’t hesitate this time. I step closer, and Callen wraps an arm around my waist, guiding me to sit on one of his thighs with my back to him. So close to Remy’s head that his hair brushes my thigh with every bob of his head.

One of Callen’s hands cups my breast, squeezing it before rolling my nipple between his thumb and finger. I gasp at the sensation, my every nerve already on fire. His hand trails lower, his fingers seeking out my heat, and when he finds it, he groans.

“Fuck, Rem, look how wet she is for us.”

Remy lifts his head, and Callen grips my thighs, spreading them wider.

“Taste her, Remy,” he instructs, and Remy doesn’t waste a second.

His hot tongue licks a line straight up my centre before closing around my throbbing clit and sucking. I am so aroused that it’s all it takes. I cry out as my soul tries to leave my body.

“Oh, such a bad girl, I didn’t say you could come yet,” Callen whispers in my ear as he continues to hold my thighs open. “Now you get punished for that.”

Before I can process his words or ask what the punishment is, Remy doubles his efforts. Licking and sucking like he’s been starved, and this is his only meal in months.He’s relentless as I squirm and pant. It’s too much. I’m toa sensitive. But I don’t tell them to stop. I want to take my punishment. I want to please Callen.

“Relax, baby, don’t fight it,” Callen whispers softly in my ear. “Let it happen, and it will be the best orgasm of your life.”

I do as he says, trying to relax. I suck in a shaky breath, and then I die. It’s a happy death, probably the best way to go. Every muscle locks up before my body sags, completely spent. Now I understand why they used to call an orgasm ‘the little death’ in the Middle Ages, because I’ve just experienced it.

“Let me taste that,” Callen says, and I barely register Remy move before the pair are kissing over my shoulder.

I whimper as I watch them share my taste, as they literally feast on my pleasure whilst I tremble with aftershocks.

When they pull apart, Callen smiles at me, his lips glistening.

“Now you see what happens when you break the rules. I was lenient this time because you did so well today, and you’re exhausted already. But next time, it will be twice as much.”

I almost tell him I’m down for two more of those, but then I shut my mouth before I find out if you really can die from too much pleasure, and he’s right. I’m past exhausted; I’m running on fumes and desire.Callen gently guides me to my feet, and I stand on shaky legs, still weak from the full-body orgasm.

“Shall we blow Remy’s mind, little luna?” Cal asks, and I look down at Remy, still kneeling in front of Callen.

Remy’s eyes lift to Callen’s, and something inside me finally clicks into place.

I don’t just see his submission… I feel it. The way his need iș quiet but consuming, the way his vulnerability sits just beneath the surface like a held breath. Here, on his knees between us, he isn’t a Beta or an enforcer or the pack’s weapon. He’s a man who has been hurt, who has lost more than he ever talks about, who learned too young that control was the only thing that kept him standing. And now he’s letting it go.

The realisation steals the air from my lungs. This isn’t weakness. This isn’t obedience for obedience’s sake. It’s relief. It’s trust. It’s a man who has carried too much for too long, choosing to rest in someone else’s certainty.

I see it in the way his shoulders ease, in the way his breath evens when Callen takes the weight from him without question or judgement. Remy doesn’t submit because he wants to disappear. He submits because he wants to be held, to stop bracing for the next loss, the next thing he has to survive.

For the first time, I understand that this is how he stays whole, and something inside me softens, not just toward him, but toward the dynamic between them, toward thetrust that makes this possible. Watching him choose this, watching Callen honour it, grounds me in a way power never could.

This isn’t about control. It’s about being seen and finally being allowed to lay the burden down. The thought that almost came between them, that I almost took this away from them, almost floors me. I know I can love Remy unconditionally, but I can never give him this, not the way-Callen can.

Watching them, I understand that Callen needs this control as much as Remy needs to surrender it, two fractured edges fitting together in a way that finally makes sense.

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