Page 71 of Ascendant Moon (Gladstone Shifters #6)

The Eastside Apartments weren’t all that far, but Evan hurried along through the brisk wind and icy fall rain.

Had he been in wolf form, the cold wouldn’t have bothered him at all, but he needed to be human for this visit.

Scooter’s phone call was almost expected, given what he already knew about Lincoln’s history of abuse.

That they’d made it this far without needing intervention was testament to Lincoln’s core strength and Scooter’s loving devotion.

Thankfully, they hadn’t allowed pride to get in the way of asking for help.

Two quick knocks brought Scooter to the door and Evan was ushered inside amid the scent of a newborn. The new father looked relieved to see him.

“Thanks for coming over. Would you like to meet our sweet little girl?”

Evan laughed and followed Scooter to the nursery.

“Are you kidding? The whole pack wants to get a look at her, including me!”

He found Lincoln in a rocking chair feeding the newborn and looking nothing like he’d imagined. He was an attractive fellow, and his first glance at the child left no doubt that she strongly resembled him.

“Hello, Lincoln. It’s good to finally meet your other half. Now, who is this sweet little pup? Have you decided on a name yet?”

Lincoln nodded.

“We have, but we’re not ready to share just yet. Nate, would you finish her bottle while Evan and I meet in the living room?”

He handed the child over with a quick kiss, and they left the nursery to take seats on the couch. Lincoln began by giving Evan a hug.

“You’ve been such a huge help to me since I got here, and I want you to know how much I appreciate it. We called you because some of my memories of Bruce are causing problems. Nate said you could make people forget things, so I’m hoping you’ll do that for me.”

Evan took the request in stride, doing nothing to make Lincoln feel awkward.

“It’s possible, yes, but it depends on what and how much you want to forget. The best way for me to understand is to ask a series of questions that you won’t remember. Whatever you reveal to me is private and won’t be shared with anyone else.”

Lincoln was relieved that he didn’t have to dredge it all up again, or at least that he wouldn’t remember doing so, and gave Evan his permission to proceed.

The True Elder reached carefully into Lincoln’s troubled mind, spending several minutes finding out which memories needed to be excised or suppressed.

It soon became obvious why the couple would want them gone.

Next began the more difficult process of identifying triggers that might bring the memories back to the surface or leave Lincoln confused.

The man hadn’t requested that all knowledge of Bruce be removed (both unadvisable and difficult), only certain events or actions that were interfering with his relationship to Scooter.

Uninterrupted concentration was needed to pull this off, yet Evan found the work both fascinating and rewarding.

Others had needed similar help in the past, though their issues hadn’t been of an abusive, sexual nature.

Much of Lincoln’s treatment involved blurring details without actually deleting the memory in its entirety.

The Omega would remember the gist of things but be unable to recall some of the finer points.

Specifically, Lincoln’s mind would not connect Bruce’s past actions to Scooter in any way, leaving room for the Omega to build new, unsoiled memories with his mate. It would give them a fresh start in all areas of their life together, and not only in the bedroom.

When he’d finished, Evan asked Lincoln another series of questions to see if his efforts had produced the desired effect.

After only a few minor tweaks, he carefully withdrew from Lincoln’s mind and prepared for the cover story that would mask the true reason for his visit.

Evan began speaking before the man was truly aware of his surroundings.

“… and, yes, everyone is eager to meet your little one. She almost looks like your twin! Be sure to get some extra rest today and tomorrow, and don’t forget to shift a couple of times to help your body reset itself.

If you need anything at all, just call us and we’ll take care of it.

Now, I need to get going so you can spend some time with your mate. ”

Scooter walked into the room just in time to thank Evan for visiting, and received a hug and a wink. Once the door was closed, Lincoln shook his head.

“I thought Melva was coming for a visit today, not Evan. The pack is lucky to have an Alpha Mate like him. Is the baby asleep?”

Scooter pulled Lincoln in for hugs and kisses, more thankful for Evan than he could say.

“She’s sound asleep, and we can take a nap too, if you want.”

Lincoln reached down to squeeze Scooter’s sizable package.

“I have a better idea.”

Scooter growled, scooped up his mate, and made tracks for the bedroom.

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Lincoln’s wanton moans were Scooter’s reward for making him feel good. He’d been rimmed, lubed, and stretched until he couldn’t stand it any longer, begging Scooter to take him. Foregoing his original plan, the big Beta rolled them over so that he was on the bottom, and handed his mate the lube.

“Slick me up, Linc, and then climb on board. I’ll let you control the pace, so do whatever feels good.”

Wide-eyed, Lincoln wanted to make sure he’d heard correctly.

“Really? You’re still hung like a horse, so I might have to go slow.”

“No worries, love. I’m gonna enjoy whatever we do.”

In truth, Nate wanted to skewer his mate and pound him senseless, but even he understood that his cock was intimidating to a much smaller man.

If they both compromised a little, Lincoln would, hopefully, gain the confidence he needed to go full tilt in the future.

Cautiously rolling back the foreskin, Lincoln drizzled on a copious amount of lube, and got his mate all hard and shiny.

Scooter reached out to help steady his mate with one hand while holding his cock upright with the other.

Lincoln crouched over the intimidating penis, made contact with his ass, and let gravity do its thing while he bore down.

The first inch or two popped past the outer ring of muscle and sent a flare of pain that had Lincoln hissing.

Scooter encouraged him to wait it out, and sure enough, the pain subsided, and Lincoln worked in more of his mate’s glorious manhood.

Oohhh…something was starting to feel really good back there, and movement seemed the key.

Lincoln lifted up and sank back down, creating a regular rhythm that also allowed him to take additional inches of his mate’s shaft.

He felt so full, and Scooter groaned with pleasure under him without directing his movements.

After another minute or so, Lincoln bottomed out—ass cheeks tickled by Scooter’s thick pubic hair.

He couldn’t believe that the whole thing fit in there, but he was looking right at the evidence as his mate growled.

“Move, Linc. Kiss me. Do something! ”

Lincoln fell forward to kiss his mate, easing some of the fullness until Scooter gently thrust upwards.

He did it again, making Lincoln moan, and asked permission before pumping in and out.

Lincoln’s kisses faltered, gasping with delight at sensations he’d never imagined before.

Scooter reached out to stroke Lincoln’s cock in time with his thrusts, and their orgasms began to build.

As they got closer to release, amber eyes glowed and fangs dropped to prepare for the mating bite.

It just took a few more vigorous thrusts before they struck in unison, sinking sharp teeth into the neck-shoulder juncture.

They were told to expect a powerful climax, but the sounds wrenched from them told a different tale.

Vision whited out as the intensity grew and grew until their lupine instincts took over and they opened their jaws to lick tender bloody wounds.

Something else happened in that moment—a deep, indescribable feeling involving heart, mind, and soul as Luna joined two into one.

MATES, forever and always, evidenced by a combined scent and the permanent bite scar that they would wear with pride.

It took some time for them to come to their senses, Lincoln plastered chest to chest against Scooter, breathing heavily and drained of energy.

Having greater reserves, Scooter opened his eyes first. His dick had worked its way out of Lincoln’s ass on its own, and his mate was leaking massive quantities of jizz onto the sheets below.

Likewise, Lincoln had fired off a copious load all over Scooter’s hairy abdomen and smooth chest. They were a wonderful, sweaty, goo-covered mess, and Scooter wanted to do it all over again.

Unfortunately, poor Lincoln seemed to be out completely, and Scooter carefully slid his mate off and over to the side.

Clean hand towels could be found on either nightstand, and he grabbed some to wipe them both down before the cum started to dry.

There wasn’t much he could do about the sheets , so he covered the mess with towels and called it good for now.

Pulling up the covers, he joined his mate in pleasant repose.

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Later that afternoon

Melva’s patience, sketchy at the best of times, had finally run out, and she made her way to the apartments.

Supposedly, Evan visited the family this morning, becoming the first one to see the infant.

By all rights it should have been her, but since she was present at the birth and Evan wasn’t, Melva figured they were even.

Besides, he was a True Elder and the Alpha Mate—two very good reasons to let her irritation go.

Not wanting to disturb the couple if they were busy , she knocked softly on the apartment door and listened for movement. Moments later the door opened, and Lincoln tugged her inside for a hug. She pulled back to look him over, noticing the fresh mating mark and his newly combined scent.

“Look at you—all grown up and mated! I hope Scooter’s letting you get enough rest. Now, where’s that precious little one? Auntie Melva can’t wait to start spoiling her!”

Lincoln laughed as he led her towards the nursery.

“You picked a good time to visit. Nate just finished a feeding and diaper change, so she’ll be extra good for you.”

Melva swept into the room, eyes fastening on the sweet little girl in Scooter’s arms. She was dressed in a yellow onesie, eyes open but drowsy.

“Well, will you look at that! You must be so proud. May I hold her?”

Scooter handed her over and motioned for Melva to take the rocking chair. The old woman cooed and fussed, talking nonsense to the infant while she studied the child’s features and sampled her scent.

“She’s just too sweet. Have you chosen a name yet? I can’t go around calling her “little one” all the time, you know!”

Lincoln wrapped an arm around Scooter’s waist as he prepared to answer her question.

“We wanted to tell you first, Melva. It’s our pleasure to introduce Rosalee Mae Scoon. We’ll call her Rosy.”

The shock on Melva’s face changed to grateful tears.

Though her dear Omega sister was gone now, she would have been tickled pink to have the pup named after her.

The two had raised and sheltered Lincoln from a young age and were the closest thing to family he had.

She leaned down to kiss Rosy’s forehead.

“Now look what you’ve done, boys, making me cry. I’ll have so many stories to tell our little Rosy, won’t I? Will you let me watch her once in a while?”

Scooter’s grin gave him away before he said a word.

“Well, about that… we figured Rosy needs a grandma, and the position is open if you want it. I’m sure she’ll need plenty of looking after, and you’d have first dibs.”

Melva began to sniffle, and Lincoln handed her a tissue.

“Thank you. Granny Melva has a nice ring to it. I accept!”

Lincoln took some photos for the baby book and Melva gave Rosy another smooch before laying her in the crib. At the door, both men received warm hugs and additional words of thanks.

“Is it all right if I tell everyone? The whole pack wants to know her name.”

Lincoln answered with a twinkle in his eye.

“That sounds like a grandma duty to me. Besides, you’re terrible at keeping secrets.”

Melva gave him “the look” and opened the apartment door.

“Go on, you. I have important news to share and baby gifts to buy! Be good to each other, and I’ll see you later.”

As soon as the door closed, both men began to chuckle. Scooter picked up his mate for a passionate kiss and headed for the bedroom. Lincoln shared an observation on the way.

“I’m afraid we’ve created a monster. Rosy’s going to have a hard time keeping up with her.”

Scooter growled at the amusing thought and began undressing his mate.

“Maybe. After all she’s done, Granny Melva deserves some happiness. Right now, you deserve an orgasm or three before Rosy wakes up.”