Page 21 of My Pucking Mates (Pucking Werewolves #4)

W atching her take in everything around us warms my soul in a way I never knew I could feel. I’ve never had the opportunity to do something like this to make someone I cared about this happy.

When her lips crash into Eris’, I pull her into me by her hips, running my hands along her sides as they consume each other.

I’m doing my best not to grind against her, in case she’s not ready. When she pants, “Claim me,” into Eris’ mouth, all hell breaks loose in my bloodstream and through the bond with my twin. My blood is pounding in my ears, and my wolf is pacing a trail beneath my skin.

Mentally pulling myself back together, I check on my brother, hoping he’s finally over the reservations he was holding on to. Are you ready for this?

He surprises me when he answers, More than anything in my existence.

With him finally giving us the green light, I work my hands up her obnoxiously gorgeous body, just under the crochet material draped along her curves.

Her breathing hitches when my fingers pull the strings of her bikini beneath the cover-up, letting the army green swim-fabric fall to the decking, and Eris lightly shoves them to the side with his foot.

Allowing my fingers to skim the skin of her torso before finally circling just around her nipple without making contact. She arches her breasts into my hands, begging me to touch her, whimpering into Eris’ mouth as they remain lost in each other for a moment they both need.

Finally allowing my hand to grasp her breast, her muscles give out, and she begins to sink into our hold.

“One minute, Darling,” I rumble, handing her completely to Eris while I run back into the house to return with a large blanket and pillows.

If we’re going to be claiming her up here, she still needs to be comfortable.

Fumbling to move quickly, I arrange them so that they’re covering the deck, and Eris brings her over to the softer space.

Before they move to lay down, I hop up, sensually pulling her clothes from her body as my brother and I continue to kiss her bare skin, not leaving an inch unkissed.

Still panting, she positions herself onto a pillow in the middle of the spread, waiting for us.

Her lust blown eyes are locked on us as we do her the favor of removing our clothes teasingly, because we know how much she loves to watch.

She’s practically drooling as we remove the last of our clothes in sync, our cocks bobbing free of their confines.

Just the sight has her clenching her thighs together and her eyes nearly rolling back in her head.

Moving forward, I can’t wait another moment to taste her. I’m on my knees and between her legs, kissing and nipping at the smooth skin on the inside of her thighs. She spreads herself for me, and I growl at the sight and scent of her glistening and ready for us.

“Dolos,” she breathes.

Knowing what she wants, I slide two fingers inside her, watching her face move through the pleasure as her mouth opens, no sound coming out.

Pumping my fingers slowly I watch her expressions, allowing her time to acclimate.

I know when she’s ready for more because she opens her eyes, lifts her head, and watches me, her mouth still open as the most beautiful sounds leave her.

Not breaking eye contact, fingers still moving rhythmically, I lean in and let my tongue graze her clit ever so lightly at first.

“Please,” she begs. The sound of her needy voice going straight to my cock, making it twitch beneath me in want.

Giving her what she wants, I begin to work her bundle of nerves, alternating between lapping at it, circling it, and sucking on it, her hips lifting to meet the sensations of my hand and mouth bringing her pleasure.

Eris takes this moment to kneel beside her, massaging a full breast in each hand. She moves her arms, reaching for Eris with one hand and tangling her other in my hair, holding on for dear life. Her moans continue to send sparks of desire through me, and she has hardly even touched me yet.

Her hand that was grasping for Eris’ thigh is now reaching for his length, something he wasn’t letting her do…

until now. When he finally lets her grasp him, his head falls back, his eyes closing as he growls.

His hands move to pinch her nipples, causing her to cry out and throw her head back on the pillow.

She begins to piston her hand along Eris’ shaft, movements faltering as her own pleasure consumes her.

Removing my fingers, I smooth her wetness along her ass as she continues to writhe against my tongue, filling my senses completely with her .

Inserting one finger at a time, I massage and stretch her, gliding my thumb into her sweet pussy.

She begins to quake as I work her, her hand still in my hair, holding me tighter against her.

When her body finally clenches around me, her cries echo around us.

I smile against her, working her through the waves of her orgasm, and all I can think is that I can’t wait to feel her come on my cock.