Page 19 of My Pucking Mates (Pucking Werewolves #4)

A fter trying for nearly an hour to get us to tell her where we are going, Runa finally gave up and allowed herself to rest. We planned and boarded a flight that would allow us to sleep overnight through the nine-and-a-half-hour trip, hopefully timing it just right so that when we arrive, the sun will be rising.

Knowing that I’ve been sleeping better than usual with her in my arms, I made sure to set an alarm so that she wouldn’t miss the perfect announcement of her surprise.

As it goes off beside the cabin’s king-sized bed, I wake immediately, looking out the window to see the dark sky starting to attempt to lighten, the sun beating against and chasing away the darkness.

Waking Dolos first, he goes to the main cabin to let the steward know that we’d like some coffee prepared.

Once he’s returned, we get out the clothes we packed for today, including the new outfit we got for Runa: an army green halter bikini to complement her skin, with a beige-colored outfit that the saleswoman called a cover-up.

She said that the braided-looking material was called crochet, the top is a cropped cami, and the bottom is a maxi skirt. I never knew women’s clothes had so many terms.

She also gave us some cork-like sandals that she claimed completed the outfit.

Obviously having no idea what we were doing, we were easy marks.

Hopefully, she likes them. We bought a few other things but also planned to take her shopping on the island to ensure she had plenty to choose from for the rest of the time we were here.

By the time everything is ready, it’s the perfect time to wake her.

Climbing back onto the bed and lying on either side of her, we slowly start to trace the soft lines of her body while she sleeps.

She makes sleepy noises, wiggles a bit, then stretches as her eyes flutter open, warming my heart and soul—Dolos’ too, judging by the gooey, lovesick look on his face.

“Good morning, Darling,” he whispers, leaning in for a kiss that makes her eyes roll, her lids falling heavily, lashes resting against her cheeks.

“Stop that. She’ll miss it,” I snap.

Her eyes fly open, looking between us, seemingly remembering she was in for a surprise before she hops right off the bed.

“Miss what? Are we there?” Her excitement and smile are contagious as I feel my lips curling of their own accord.

She must notice because her exhilaration melts into something that looks a lot like love, and I can only pray to the Goddess that this magnificent creature could learn to love a mess like me.

“First, get dressed.” I smirk, gesturing to the outfit laid out for her.

Her eyes dance over it, then volley between Dolos and me.

We’re dressed in outfits that are color-coordinated with Runa—also suggested by the same saleswomen—and judging by her slow appraisal of our bodies and her now beaming smile, I have to say the woman was right.

Slowly and purposefully sensual, she undresses and re-dresses, fully aware of what she’s doing to us, trailing her fingers along her perfect curves, grasping her breasts as she adjusts them in the bikini top.

I swear she whimpered when she stood bare before us, feeling the need coursing through her.

Dolos is practically drooling while I’m over here white-knuckling it to keep myself from touching her.

Satisfied at her ability to thoroughly torture us, we stand in front of her, both fully erect and trying to pretend we’re not. She stifles a giggle before sniffing at the air, “Do I smell coffee?”

Dolos laughs, “I would say yes, but the coffee is for good girls, and now that you’ve been very naughty, I’m not sure.” He makes a show of pouting and crossing his arms over his chest as she decides to let her laughter flow freely.

“So…you’re saying you don’t want me to be a naughty girl?” she says dramatically as she approaches him, batting her lashes and walking her fingers along his still-crossed forearms.

A shudder ripples through him as he smiles at her. “You’re not playing fair—”

“Coffee,” I interrupt with a pointed look at my brother, who has the decency to at least pretend to look thoroughly scolded as he takes her hand and practically drags her to the main cabin where coffee and the first part of our surprise await.