52-Family

52-Family
~Hannah’s Point of View~

“Loyalty amongst rogues. What a joke,” I whisper, shaking my head.

“Well this guy was enough of a figurehead, a powerful force that all these people followed him. Or were that afraid of him,” Frederick says.

A shriek behind the truck has us both jumping and I don’t even realize my body’s own ability to move with such ease but suddenly I’m standing back on the ground. One of the new females is on her knees, holding Oscar and Oliver like they’re… like they’re…

“Ohh! My babies, he said he killed you!! He said you were gone,” she sobs, practically wailing into the night.

Oscar pats her head like she’s a cat, unsure what to think. Oliver looks at me almost like he’s … asking for permission? Confirmation?

While I am the only mother they’ve ever known, they’ve never called me that word. Of course I’d want them to know their real mother if in fact this female is that person.

I fall to my knees next to the trio and draw a deep breath. The boys have never really had much of a scent outside of dirt and sweat, since they’re always filthy. Since getting my lycan I have picked up traces of elderberry and sandalwood a bit more prominently from them. I lean in toward the female and draw another breath.

She’s a definite mix of elderberry and some sort of citrus. But it's a bit sour for my liking.

It is true. That female is their mother, Frederick says, over mind-link.

Before he said it, my heart already knew it to be the truth and tears were already pooling in my eyes at the very thought. How devastated this poor woman must have been to have twin infants taken from her arms.

Goddess, they were so small when I got them. So small and absolutely helpless. I felt so pathetic that I had no milk to offer them from me. They always tried to get at my breast like they knew that’s where their comfort was, but of course I was still a child myself.

When my eyes lock with Oliver’s, I nod. The female lifts her head to look at them, as if still not believing they’re in front of her. She cups each of their faces and I finally get a good look at her.

She absolutely has the same emerald green eyes that have stared into my soul for the last decade. The same nose too. That’s about where the similarities as far as physical features end. The female has long dark blonde hair in a messy bun on her head, and she’s paper thin. I can’t imagine the Rhodes clan takes very good care of their women. Outside of being warm bodies that make them money and cook their meals, they have little use or appreciation for them I’m certain.

“Mommy,” Oscar asks, reaching up to touch her face as well.

She nods quickly, as tears stream down her face.

“My name is Heather and I wanted you both so much, so very much,” she says, a small smile cracking her lips.

A hand quickly takes mine, and I see Parker next to me. He couldn’t look more happy. I turn back to Heather.

“I’m so sorry you were robbed of your boys. I too was taken by the Rhodes clan, away from a loving mother,” I say.

She finally looks directly at me. Maybe some unspoken motherly thing passes between us. Maybe I imagine it.

“This is Hannah, she raised us even though she was only a kid too,” Oscar says.

Her teary eyes go between the three of us, then she practically leaps at me. I catch her as she hugs me tight.

“Thank you! Ohh thank you for caring for them. I just… I never imagined I would… I just believed they were… But they’re real,” she sobs, pulling back and looking at them once more.

“Sometimes I thought I really hallucinated having you. I lost my wolf many years ago, they never let us shift. So there was no way I’d feel the bond sever if you were killed. All this time not knowing for certain…But the moment I saw you just now I knew, my entire body told me you were mine. You have my eyes, my mother’s eyes…” she trails off. She reaches for their cheeks once more.

“We just joined the pack, we’re going to be badass warriors one day,” Oliver says, proudly.

“The hell you are,” I snap, without thinking. They both give me the shit eating grins I know too well. The ones that are full of mischief and wonder.

Parker laughs right out loud.

“Come on babe, they’re not exactly going to play the flute or something. We’ll train them well. Obviously they're pretty damn good already. They’re naturals,” Parker scoffs.

I huff and narrow my eyes.

“They still have a lot of growing up to do. They’re not going to be little psychopaths,” I insist, then push to my feet. If nothing else towering over Parker gives me a weird satisfaction. For added effect, I lean down and poke his chest.

“Don’t scare our new friends! We’re hardly psychopaths… Unless the need arises,” I hear, and turn to see Pax eyeing a female. She blushes and looks down at her bare feet. All the females are dressed in rags at best. Though that might be an insult to rags.

“On behalf of Nightwind, I welcome you all. If you’d like to join the pack or just stay awhile and see what you think, that’s fine too. My Luna and I can help find rooms for you in the packhouse,” Rafe says, making me bite my lip.

Luna.

Why is it such a hard word to accept?

Then it's literally as if everything around me just starts happening on its own. The boys begin to walk Heather and some others. Pax and Seth both have females they seem to be invested in. The Barclay warriors are talking about going on a quick hunt to stretch their legs. One of them is even chatting up my mom about who knows what.

Two large males work to get the heavy trunk out of the truck and I’m guessing they’ll take it somewhere to try and open it.

I stand nearly alone as the entire group seems to figure out everything without even needing me. So… I guess that worked out?

“I still need you,” I hear, as Parker grabs my hand.

My face instantly heats, then he pulls me onto his lap.

Your self imposed erection is hardly cause for the entire world to stop and help you, I say over mind-link as I kiss his neck. Though getting out of here and out of this gown is certainly appealing.

Today has just been too much, I need to check out. Worry about it all tomorrow.

His chest purrs and then he lightly growls when he grabs a fistful of my braid and tugs. His electricity seems to pass into me, turning on the light between my legs.

“Not the entire world my little female. Just you,” he whispers, as he turns and sucks my neck.

“Get a room,” I hear, instantly recognizing Scarlett's voice. She laughs too,but I don’t look up.

“Who needs a room when the pack is ours,” Parker whispers, his hands roaming my back.

I barely remember getting back to the cabin, I barely remember Rafe undressing me and Parker washing me in the tub. But when I’m naked on the bed, Parker’s mouth between my legs and Rafe’s mouth on my breasts… time slows. All the events of the day, the week fade away. It can all wait. Honestly if I did sit and obsess about it all there couldn’t even be enough hours in the day.

“Let us worship you,” Parker whispers, as I gasp. His teeth nip at my clit that’s already far too sensitive. I whimper but Rafe pulls my attention to my nipple. He’s swirling his tongue around it ferociously, his hand on the other, rubbing it into a peak.

My hands tightly grip the sheet, my back arches and my toes curl. This is heaven, this is all I could ever want or need. My skin blazes with heat, my body is desperate for them. It’s a primal hunger, the same one I felt when we mated. I feed off their power but tonight, feeling their new auras as well… there’s a definite added element.

I swore I would not let any such titles change things. But I wasn’t quite expecting this. It’s how they’ve changed.

When I’m on the cusp of my orgasm, my body stiffens with anticipation. I bite my lip as Rafe sucks on his marking spot, it has to be like a damn trigger. A button that he can push that instantly pushes me over the edge.

“Rafe!! Ohhh Rafe!! Ohhh ohhh I just… ohhh,” I scream, my body trying to thrash against his weight holding me down. I feel Parker’s hands on my hips also holding me right where he wants me to be. I feel a light hum in the back of my mind, almost as if my lycan half is stirring.

All through my orgasm they don’t stop, they don’t let up for a second. When my body finally calms, my eyes pop open. I don’t think about it, but my body moves, knowing what it wants.

I push Rafe’s shoulders back, maybe a bit harder than necessary because he falls and barely catches himself from tumbling on the floor. Normal Hannah would laugh, but this Hannah feels empowered. Like a damn sexy tigress ready to pounce!

Parker pulls back, confused. But I get on my knees. I grab his arms and swiftly turn him around, then shove him on his back. His eyes light up with recognition.

“Ohh fuck yes baby! Get rough with me lycan girl,” he taunts.

I climb onto him, and straddle his waist. His thick erection hits my butt and it only turns me on more. Hands move into my hair as I scratch my nails down Parker’s chest. I tell myself I don’t want them to shift, I just want to scratch him like this and thankfully my body listens. Rafe pulls my braids free and I shake out my hair.

I waste no time grabbing Parker’s eager erection and sliding him inside me. He moans once he’s fully buried, and I do too. Rafe’s hands reach around me and roughly grope my breasts, only spurring me on.

I aggressively begin to ride my male, dropping deeper onto him every time I fall. Rafe’s hands move to my hips as he takes control, my head lazily falls back to his shoulder, opening my neck to him.

“You like fucking my brother little Hannah,” he says, his voice rough and raspy. A smile curls at my lips.

“Do you like watching,” I tease, knowing it's so much more than that. I know he feels Parker’s pleasure through our bond. He feels mine too.

And I’m not sure why, but in the moment, my hand falls over my belly. For the first time I’m actually hoping there’s a little piece of all of us growing in there. The perfect piece of the puzzle that will complete our odd family.