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it, so to speak.”
    There was an undertone to Daniel’s words, and, as expected,
    Paris’s mother immediately caught onto it. “Any specific reason for
    that?”
    “Mostly due to the warlock problems,” Daniel replied evasively.
    “We’ve had other priorities. At any rate, it looks like you’ll be staying
    for a while.” He turned toward his adoptive kids. “Mel, would you
    mind getting them settled in? Get them whatever you need. Jace,
    contact the doctor. We’ll need to schedule a DNA test.”
    “A test?” The tone of Paris’s mother was so shrill that he winced.
    “What do you mean? You don’t trust me?”
    “Whether I trust you or not is irrelevant,” Daniel replied. “It’s just
    a tricky situation, and I want things to be absolutely clear.”
    “I agree with that,” Paris said. For his part, he no longer wanted to
    be regarded with doubt. If he was truly Anson Wright’s son, then he
    wanted to be sure.
    “Well, then it’s settled.” Daniel clapped his hands together. “Get
    some rest, freshen up, and in the meantime, I’ll go find Anson and his
    mate.”
    Yet again, Paris and his mother were forced to comply. They
    followed behind Melanie as she led them into a secondary wing of the
    mansion. It didn’t escape Paris’s attention that Daniel went in the
    exact opposite direction. Apparently, the squirrel aimed to keep Paris
    and his mother apart from Anson.
    Well, now that he was here, Paris had no choice but to go with the
    flow. He only hoped his real father would be a better person than his

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    adoptive one. If so, he would deem this trip a success, in spite of all
    the hostility he’d faced so far.

    * * * *

    Anson dumped his mate on the bed, his wolf already eager and
    demanding his mate’s attentions. The past few weeks had been
    incredibly strenuous, not so much because of the pressure the pack
    was putting on them, but rather, due to the fact that he hadn’t been
    able to devote enough attention to Reed. Anson found that every
    moment of the day, he yearned for Reed’s presence. Sometimes, his
    mind would drift off into naughty fantasies, which Reed himself
    encouraged.
    But today was not a fantasy. It was real and so much better than
    any dream could possibly be. Grinning, Anson pulled off his shirt and
    tossed it on the floor. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he said.
    Reed shuddered, as Anson had, in fact, expected. He loved how
    responsive his mate could be. Even dirty talk could get Reed
    incredibly aroused, and it was one of Anson’s favorite things to do to
    just lie over Reed’s nude body and whisper naughty things in his ear.
    Of course, now he didn’t have the patience for that sort of thing,
    and neither did Reed. The swan quickly started to remove his clothes
    while Anson toed off his shoes and got rid of his pants. In no time,
    they were both naked, their bond teeming with arousal.
    Anson joined Reed on the bed, crawling over Reed, desperately
    needing to feel his mate’s touch. As he brought their bodies together,
    Reed wrapped his arms around Anson’s neck and pulled him in for a
    kiss. Passion exploded between them as their lips met, and Anson
    thrust his tongue into Reed’s mouth. God, he could never get enough
    of Reed’s unique flavor. The swan surrendered to his dominance,
    releasing small whimpers that ended up muffled by Anson’s assault.
    Anson explored every inch of his mate’s mouth, sucking on Reed’s
    tongue, licking the palate, devouring Reed. No matter how many

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    times he kissed the swan, it was always just as addicting and novel as
    the first time.
    They only broke apart because of the need to breathe. Their gazes
    met, and Anson was invaded by an even more intense urge. He
    yearned to feel Reed’s cock sliding over his tongue, to revel in the
    flavor of his mate’s pre-cum.
    Smirking wickedly, Anson kissed down Reed’s chest, caressing
    each inch of silky skin he could