Page 22 of My Pucking Mates (Pucking Werewolves #4)

H er perfect body lies on the pallet of pillows and blankets Dolos threw together, glowing in the aftermath of her first orgasm of the day. Her hand gently falls from my throbbing length, her touch igniting things within me that are so consuming I can’t even put them into words.

The moment she wrapped her hand around me, I nearly lost it. The tingling of our bond dancing between us as she vocalized her pleasure beneath mine and my brother’s ministrations was more than I expected, and I haven’t even gotten inside of her yet.

We each lay beside her, and she immediately turns into Dolos, kissing him hard, no doubt tasting herself on his tongue as I grip her hips, rolling into her. She breaks their kiss, turning her sights on me.

Reaching up to hold her head, stroking my thumb along her jaw while I smile at her, she leans in, kissing me again, pushing me down on my back…and I let her. I’m not usually one to relinquish control, but for her, I fear there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.

Swinging her leg over my body, she hovers above me, running her nails across the ridges of my chest, her lips then kissing everywhere she touches as she moves down my body. “Wha—” I’m silenced with her finger against my lips.

“Shh, please let me have this first?” she asks with a pout on her lips. All I can do is nod as she touches and explores my body on her way to what she wants.

When she reaches my cock, grasping it in her hand, my hips jerk towards her, wanting more. She leans in, eyes locked on mine as she licks the tip, and I see stars. She’s barely even touched me.

Gritting my teeth, I watch as she wraps her mouth around the head, languidly rolling her tongue against me.

When her mouth descends, taking me further until I’m hitting the back of her throat, I wait for her to rise, but she doesn’t.

Instead, she continues to massage her tongue around my length, even going as far as to hollow her mouth, sucking hard, causing me to growl.

Like that’s what she was waiting for, she finally rises, eyes never leaving mine as she begins to work her mouth along my length.

Not wanting to wait another second to be inside her, I sit up, pulling her gently off my dick, which makes a popping sound when it’s free of her mouth.

Fuck, that was hot. My brother groans down our bond. Not you, of course. Her. He clarifies with a chuckle, moving in to where I’m laying Runa against a pillow between us, tracing his fingers over her hips as he lies beside her.

Lying on her back, looking between us on either side of her, she reaches out to touch each of us, wrapping her arms up to touch our faces, alternating pulling us in to kiss her as we work her body into need again.

We’re a mess of frantic hands and messy kisses when she releases my face, reaching down to direct my length exactly where she wants it.

“You’re certain?” I breathe, my forehead resting against hers. I have to be sure.

Leaning back and staring straight into my eyes, all the way to my soul—to my wolf—she says, “I’ve never been more certain of anything.

I…I love you, Eris. P-please, claim me.” Her final words are choked with emotion, and for the first time in my life, my eyes grow glossy, my throat constricting with everything I’m feeling.

Crashing my mouth to hers, I try to make sure she can feel my love for her, but it doesn’t feel like enough.

“Fuck,” I bite out, taking my length in my hands and moving it through her desire gathered for us, “I love you too. I fucking worship you, Precious. I’m nothing without you,” inching inside of her as I finish my vows that still don’t feel like enough.

“Oh…Goddess,” she inhales as I fill her, stretching her slowly, her warmth consuming me.

Allowing her a moment to adjust, I slowly roll her clit beneath my thumb, allowing her to relax around me.

“Breathe, baby,” I purr when I realize she seems to be holding her breath.

When she exhales dramatically, once again panting, water is still lining her eyes.

I lean in to kiss away a stray tear that breaks free. “I’ve got you. Are you okay?”

She nods, wriggling her hips, looking down at where we’re joined, my knot resting just outside her entrance, “Yes. I’m ready,” she rasps. I begin to slowly roll my hips, feeling every inch of her walls clinging to me as I pull out to the tip and all the way back in, savoring every fucking inch.

Once her muscles are completely relaxed, I turn us, still connected, so that we’re lying on our sides. Her eyebrows raise in silent question just before Dolos rolls as well, his chest now pressing against her back.