Page 28 of My Pucking Mates (Pucking Werewolves #4)

A fter taking all of our purchases back to the house, Dolos mumbles something about needing to take care of something and swears he’ll be back in time for our evening plans.

Runa again tries to get answers from me, but if I wasn’t telling her our measly surprises until now, there’s no way in hell I’m telling her this one.

Once she gives up, her and I get changed into fresh swim clothes, and I pack a cooler to take down to the cove, intent on spending the day on the beach with my mate.

She’s fucking glowing in her dark turquoise bikini.

I don’t understand how the top stays up because it doesn’t have straps holding it up.

It’s banded across her chest, the fabric looking as though it twists between her perfect breasts.

The bottom piece is a scrap of material that I wouldn’t have chosen if we were in a public setting, since gouging people’s eyes out is frowned upon among humans.

Taking her hand in mine, collecting all of our beach things with the other, we walk out the door and down to the cove.

With the sun now high in the sky, the black sand is much hotter than it was overnight, but she doesn’t seem to mind at all, kicking off her flimsy foam sandals and bolting towards the water.

She crashes into the ocean, not stopping, water splashing everywhere.

She’s radiant in unbridled joy as it swells through our bond, overtaking me completely.

I’m smiling like the fool I once portrayed, but the gesture has never been more real.

Turning from her, I set us up a little space with the sand blanket, cooler, and beach chairs under a straggling palm tree.

Satisfied with my work, I turn back to the ocean, unable to immediately see Runa, and panic begins to set in, my head thrashing in every direction, trying to find her.

Her torso comes exploding out of the water, her eyes telling me she could feel my terror through our bond.

I’m here, Eris. I’m okay. She offers me a small, guilty smile for worrying me.

I rush towards her.

The second she’s in my arms, the ocean surrounding us, I can’t keep my lips from hers.

She meets my tongue without hesitation, letting our bodies smooth the concern that had tried to demolish me.

She rocks her body against me, my hands gripping the flawless curves of her ass as the overwhelming need to take her barrels through me, my cock fully on board with the thought.

She pulls back, her bright green eyes watching me, reading me.

Removing her hands from around my neck, she reaches behind her own body, freeing her breasts, allowing them to barely graze the water.

Bringing one hand up to pinch her pert, rosy nipple.

She moans, her head falling back, and I can’t stop myself from leaning forward and sucking on my mark on her skin.

Well, that’s one way to keep her distracted from what I’m doing. Dolos’ voice is filled with humor as he must be feeling everything through our bond.

My snickering out loud causes her to lift her head, a single dark eyebrow raised in question. “Dolos can feel us. Let’s give him a show, shall we?” I offer.

Her eyes light up, burning with mischief and the same desire I’m feeling.

“Absolutely,” she groans, reaching down to pull the tiny strings on the hips of her bikini bottoms. I pull each hand away to collect the garment, tossing it to the shoreline where the top already lies in the sand.

She then reaches between us, lining me up with her entrance. I’ve barely pressed inside her when she grips my shoulders and slams her hips down, impaling herself on me, causing us both to moan.

She rides me hard, waves lapping around us. Reaching one of my hands around her, I tease her rear entrance with my finger, circling the tight ring of muscles. “Oh, fuck…yes…please,” she begs as she continues to take what she needs from me.

With one finger inside her ass, her muscles begin to clench. “Not yet, Precious,” I purr. The other hand, not pleasuring her backside, moves to her shoulder, stopping her movements, only my finger still working her body.

Her eyes flash to mine. “What? Why?” she barks, her voice frustrated from stalling her release.

Leaning in closer, I lick the column of her neck. “Because”—I nip at her mark—“if I draw it out, you’ll come even harder,” I inform her, as she whimpers.

Once she’s calmed enough that her muscles are no longer clenching or quaking as they had begun to do, I release her shoulder. “Ride me slow. Make it last,” I challenge her.

Her face is determined as she slowly starts rolling her hips again, my finger still in her ass, matching her movements.

Her eyes are locked on mine as we pant together.

“Good-fucking-girl. Nice and slow,” I praise her.

“When you feel it rising, try to relax. Don’t focus on it,” I coach her, edging her towards a more intense orgasm.

“Ohhh…oh, shit…Eris,” she whines, and I take that as my cue.

No longer able to stave off my own quickly approaching climax, I begin to slam into her, adding another finger to her ass and pumping into her with the same rhythm as my hips.

Her body begins to tighten around me, so I lean forward and bite down hard on her mark at the same moment I slam my knot inside of her.

She screams her release so hard, two birds take flight, and I worry that she’ll be hoarse later, but those thoughts become obsolete as my climax shoots through me, pumping inside of her.

She rests her head on my shoulder as she heaves, and as soon as I’ve recovered from my own release, I walk our still-locked bodies to the shore, not stopping to gather her bikini from the sand.

As gently as I can, I lower myself into one of the beach chairs, her body still limply resting against mine. Stretching my legs out in front of me, I pop open the cooler to grab two bottles of water. Chugging mine and setting hers beside her for when she’s ready.

Finally raising her torso, she once again latches her eyes to mine as she chugs her water, leans over to set it beside her, and rises with an ornery as hell smile on her face. “You’re right, that was amazing.” She jerks her hips, my previously softening knot hardening once more.

“Fuck, woman,” I yelp in sensitive surprise.

She trails her fingers down my abdomen. “I want another one,” she whispers as she slams her body down hard, crying out at the sensations of fucking herself on my very swollen cock.

She rides me again, this time like a woman obsessed, and damn if I’m going to stop her. Running my hands up her legs, I grip her ass. Moving my hands back to the front of her, I latch onto her breasts as they bounce in front of me.

Yes, yes, yes, she chants through our bond, and I swear, I heard Dolos groaning with us.

When her body once again tightens, I meet her, thrust for thrust, rutting up into her, and she slams herself down while I continue to pinch the tips of her nipples with both hands.

All of a sudden, she’s screaming her release, her body locking around mine, and this time she leans forward, biting my bite mark, resulting in me roaring another release with her.

When we both finally come down from the high, we spend another solid hour on the beach, basking in nature—and each other—before heading back to the vacation home to get ready for this evening’s festivities.