Page 16 of My Pucking Mates (Pucking Werewolves #4)

O nly when my hazy awareness turns into full-blown consciousness do I realize that I’ve slept. I didn’t doze in and out of an almost-sleep like I normally would; I actually slept. Hard. I’d forgotten what real sleep even felt like.

Opening my eyes, I look for the source of the strangely perfect weight resting against my body. Yesterday’s events flood my mind and bring me a level of peace I’ve never known.

Finally telling my brother what I did all those years ago and for him to be not only accepting of the information but also almost…proud of it in a way that felt like he wished he had taken the action himself, but I never wanted that for him.

It's not like the work we did for the military. Monster or not, that man was our father. He was the one who gave us life. I did what I had to do, but it wasn’t easy.

Runa makes a nonsensical sound in her sleep, bringing my attention back to a moment I didn’t think I’d ever get to experience.

Waking with my mate in my arms. I draw her body closer to mine.

Even though she was only a whole inch away, I need to feel her heartbeat against my skin.

My wolf is a level of calm I’ve rarely experienced within me, and a sigh of…

happiness—yeah, that’s definitely happiness—leaves me.

In his sleep, Dolos follows her, her body now pressed tightly between us, and fuck if I can’t wait to claim her.

But that has to wait. Seeing everything Roman has done for Leera, I want those reactions.

I want our mate to be happy beyond words.

I want her to know she wants us without a doubt, not only because of the bond.

Dolos stirs, slowly waking. He sleepily takes in the scene laid out across his bed, and, like me, looks like he was worried it was all a dream or hallucination.

But she’s here. She’s still sleeping heavily between us.

She’s all golden skin with a few scattered dark-brown freckles, or maybe they’re tiny moles.

No matter what they are, they make up the most beautiful constellation that is our mate.

My twin’s hand begins to trace the same route my eyes were just following, a path of goosebumps lifting on her skin, but she remains deeply slumbering.

Dolos’ eyes meet mine and a wicked grin spreads across his face.

Raising an eyebrow, I watch as he lifts his body from the bed, allowing Runa to slowly roll onto her back.

He moves himself to the end of the bed, positioning himself in line with her body, and slowly moves back up towards her.

What are you doing? I snap at him, but he doesn’t slow or change his trajectory.

I want to taste her, he says plainly, like I should have known what he intended to do.

I probably should have. I blame my brain acclimating to my sudden ability to sleep.

Watching as he moves her left leg to the side, I help him, moving her right leg and hooking it over my body. He settles between her spread thighs, taking a large inhale of her intoxicating, vanilla-mint scent.

When his tongue meets her already glistening center, a heady sigh leaves her as she remains asleep, my dick hardening against her thigh I’m still holding.

He begins to work her in long, languid strokes, enough for her body to know what’s happening, but not enough to wake her.

To add to the building pleasure in her body, I softly trace circles around her nipples, grazing my fingers over the pebbled peaks.

Her back slightly arches off the bed, and I think she’ll wake, but her eyes are dancing behind her lids. She’s dreaming of the sensations overcoming her. I continue to watch her face, waiting for the moment she wakes as the strokes of his tongue become more urgent.

“Eris…Dolos…” she breathes heavily in her pleasure-addled dream state, and fuck if I don’t almost shoot my load as Dolos groans against her sensitive flesh. Knowing she’s dreaming of us sends a shiver of possessiveness down my spine, my gums itching to claim her, but not yet.

Locking eyes with Dolos, I nod, and we decide it’s time for our perfect little mate to wake up and join the fun. He slowly gives her two fingers in her swollen pink center and latches onto her clit, sucking on it, while I use both hands to knead and pinch her nipples.

She wakes with a loud gasp as she rises onto her elbows, taking in the scene with lust-hooded eyes.

“Oh, fuck,” she throws her head back and moans, “I was…dreaming,” she pants, “Goddess,” she begins to work her body, riding Dolos’ face and fingers.

“You—Oh!” She gives up on talking and lets us wake her the way she deserves.

“She’s close, fuck, I can feel her locking around my fingers,” Dolos mumbles against her as he consumes her completely, before we stop in sync.

Still braced on her elbows, her head flies up, eyes wild with need. “Wh-why did you stop?” she cries.

Dolos makes a show of licking his face and fingers while we move around the bed, switching positions. She watches our every move, especially as I grab the lubricant from the side table while he begins plucking her still sensitive nipples.

“I ahhh…I’m feeling very underdressed,” she whines, lifting her body into my twin’s touch, squirming on the bed, searching for friction.

With calm movements and matching grins, we remove our clothing for her, our cocks springing free of their confines.

Her eyes drink us in, and she whimpers at the sight of us.

Dolos is now at her right, and she reaches for him, wrapping her delicate fingers around his length without hesitation, and he hisses through his teeth at the contact.

My cock is so hard it hurts. I add a few drops of the lube to my hand, slowly stroking myself a few times, her eyes volleying between us. When she’s decided we’ve gone too long without touching her, she starts to move her free hand to take care of herself.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, that’s our job now,” I growl with a small smile on my face.

She smiles back with a challenge in her eyes, darting her tongue out to lick Dolos’ swollen tip.

“Well then, you better take your job more seriously so I don’t have to do it for you,” she teases, her hand relentlessly continuing its path to her sex.

Instead of pleasuring herself, though, she simply holds herself open for me. Waiting for me to take control.

“Yes, ma’am,” we groan in unison, Dolos’ head tipped back, eyes closed as she continues to gently stroke him, now peppering kisses along his shaft.

Generously applying the bottle’s contents to her ass and my fingers, I don’t waste time inserting my first finger as she moans and clenches around me.

Leaning in, I kiss the inside of her thigh before latching onto her skin and sucking hard.

She’ll only have a mark for a couple hours at most, but it’ll still be there.

When she’s finally begun to relax around my finger, I work the second into her tight hole. She gasps as she watches my movements, my eyes locking on hers as she absentmindedly strokes Dolos.

“Are you okay?” I breathe.

She doesn’t answer, but she nods, her bottom lip between her teeth as she whimpers.

Leaning in further, while I work in my second finger, I softly, reverently massage her throbbing clit with my tongue.

She melts against me, relaxing almost instantly, allowing me to slowly pump both lubricated fingers in her ass.

“What a good mate you are.” I kiss her clit, inserting my thumb into her pussy, her eyes rolling momentarily before returning to my gaze.

Ready to make her come, I ask my brother.

He leans back over her, massaging one breast while pinching the other nipple, then alternating his movements.

My fingers massage her holes while my tongue works her clit.

The taste of her flooding my senses as she gasps, pants, moans, and erratically strokes Dolos—who is also now grunting, close to his release.

She comes first, I remind him, and he nods in understanding.

When her body continues to clench and tighten her muscles around me, I double my efforts until she collapses off her elbows, screaming our names moments before Dolos roars her name, ropes of cum painting her torso.

I continue to massage her through the waves of her orgasm, making sure she gets every ounce of pleasure she deserves.

“Okay…ah, Eris…it’s t-too much,” she moans, still writhing and twitching from her release. I gently remove my fingers, watching her face for a wince or flinch that I went too far, but she doesn’t. She simply sinks into the bed and sighs dreamily, “A girl could get used to this.”

Dolos outright laughs, “That’s kind of the point, Darling,” then drops a dramatic kiss to her lips before standing with his hands on his hips, taking in the scene of her thoroughly pleasured and covered in his cum. “Runa, you were fantastic. Ten out of ten. Would recommend.”

She barks a laugh and covers her face with her hands while I shake my head at him as I head to the bathroom for more warm, wet washcloths to take care of our mate.