Hiram’s POV:
Mother can be quite dramatic, and I know she is about to throw a fit, but Hollis and I have come prepared.
“Mother, I would like to introduce you to Hiram’s mate, Juniper Moonmiles,” Hollis says, and her eyes widen even more.
The mention of Juniper’s surname makes it worse, and I know Hollis is just trying to be transparent, but I do not see how he is helping.
“A Moonmiles! Those traitors!” Mother grits her teeth, and Juniper’s tiny hands tighten around mine.
“Not like our pack is any better than them. Maybe we should ask the Lycans what real traitors are about.” The words leave my mouth before I can control them.
“Hiram!” Hollis yells at once. “Let me do the talking for once!” He warns, and I shut my mouth at once while I glance at my mum, who looks like she wants to murder me.
Hollis is about to speak, but then he whimpers in pain, grabbing his chest. His eyes glow briefly.
“Hope.” He groans. “I think there is something wrong with the Luna.”
As soon as he says this, mother turns on her heels at once.
“My grandchild. My grandchild is on the way!” She yells in excitement as she makes her way up the stairs, like she didn’t just want to end Juniper’s life in a second.
Hollis goes after her, leaving only June and me in the living room. I let out a huge sigh.
“I do not think your mother likes me,” June says, and I face her to see how flat her expression is.
I cup her face, pressing my lips against hers.
“What my mother or anyone thinks about you isn’t my business. I love you, June, and that is what matters to me,” I say to her, then I take her hand in mine, leading her upstairs to my room.
When we get there, she exclaims.
“And I thought your room in Las Vegas was huge,” she says as she walks around the room, which is traditionally decorated to fit an alpha prince of the Shadow Pelt pack.
“The rooms in this house have been inhabited by our ancestors, so all you see belonged to another alpha prince,” I say to her, and she nods, running her hands around the paintings on the wall.
I take off my shirt, then I move in behind her, wrapping my hands around her waist and pulling her back to my chest.
“Do you like the paintings?” I whisper, and she lets out a gasp with her chest rising and falling. All the feelings I have not been able to show any other woman begin to rise in my chest, but I try to push them away.
“I like them,” she says in her small voice, which I desperately want to hear moaning my name.
Then she turns to face me.
“Why didn’t you tell me your father passed?” she asks with her face drawn down.
I let out a sigh. “I wanted to, but then I lost it when I saw that text from Cillian, and I am really sorry I reacted that way. I never want to lose you, Juniper, and I should have controlled my…” She put her finger on my lips, silencing me.
“I understand, and I am sorry I couldn’t be there through the pain.” She throws her arms around me, and we remain like that for a while.
My lips find the curve of her neck, planting kisses all over it. She runs her hands on my bare chest before bringing her lips to it. My hands roam around her body, settling on her butt, and I hold on to it desperately, fondling it.
“I want you,” she groans, then I reach for her shirt, pulling it off her body and tossing it away.
Hurriedly, I unbutton her pants and pull them down, leaving her in nothing but her panties. I take her hand, walking her to the bed, then I sit on it, pulling her close to me.
My lips trail around her belly, descending lower as my hands pull down her panties, and I trail my kisses down her V curve.
“Fuck, Hiram,” she moans, caressing my hair gently. Then I pull away and pull down my pants, freeing my starving cock, which is rock hard.
I adjust on the bed, then I help her up, and she sits on my length, causing a strained whimper to fall from my lips as her warmth spreads down my cock. I haven’t felt this in a while, and it feels fucking good.
My arms wrap around her waist, aiding her body as she rocks back and forth on me. She kisses all over my face, and I cling onto her like I am holding on for dear life. Everything about her feels perfect. The way she rides and owns my cock makes me want her more and more.
“I can’t get enough of you,” I groan, then I hold her in place, ramming into her at a fast pace. Then I slow a bit, holding her gaze, watching her bite her lips, which sends a wave of emotion coursing through me.
“I love how you fill me,” she whispers into my ears as my hands grab her butt, guiding her rhythm up and down my body.
“Your dick is the only thing I want.”
“You fuck me so good.”
Her words fuel me, and it makes me wonder where she learned to be so bold. She would make talks during sex, but only if I initiate it.
“Do you like that?” I ask as I thrust deeper into her, and she nods, burying her head into my neck as her breathing increases.
“Fuck, yes. Right there!” She moans into my ears.
I cup her breasts in one hand, playing with her nipples while the other remains on her waist as she bounces off my cock.
“Please… don’t… stop.” She whimpers. “I’m about to cum.” Her hands tighten around my shoulders, and her legs begin to wobble. Then she coils her toes against the bed.
In no time, she lets out an ear-splitting groan, then her body relaxes against mine as her juice coats my cock.
I lift her up at once, and my body jerks as I get to my release. After that, I fall back onto the bed, and she collapses on my body, clutching it tightly.
**
Shortly, we clean up and get ready for bed.
“Do you think we should go over to the delivery?” She questions, and I shake my head, kissing her forehead.
“When a woman is delivering her child, only her husband and his mother can be present, and it is because mother is the Luna.” I say to her, and she inhales deeply.
Hope’s voice echoes through the house, and I can tell the labor isn’t an easy one, but I still have my problems to face. I mutter a brief prayer for her to the Moon Goddess.
“I know I have apologized before, but I am really sorry about what happened, June. I should have been more open with you, and I cannot believe you still chose me,” I say to her, and she tilts her head to face me.
“I love you, Hiram, and I will always do. We both had our parts to play, and maybe I shouldn’t have had my ex’s number on my phone,” she replies, and I inhale deeply. “We should just stop apologizing and savor the moment. If we truly love each other, then we can show it by our actions,” she says, then she kisses my lips.