Page 32 of My Pucking Mates (Pucking Werewolves #4)
W hen Runa’s body finally falls into unconsciousness, Eris and I drop onto either side of her on the large bed. I only allow myself to lie there for a minute before getting up to get warm washcloths to clean her up.
Once she’s all cleaned, I tuck in beside her, and we follow her into sleep.
Waking first, an undetermined amount of time later, I find the dark sky outside beginning to lighten with the sun rising on a new day.
Lifting myself from the bed, I take a look at my phone and realize we need to catch a flight home today if we want to get there in time for our Alpha and Luna’s return.
Stretching my arms over my head, I move to clean up the mess we made of the room through her heat. After I’m satisfied with the state of our room, I place a room service order for everything on the breakfast menu, with extra pineapple, before moving back to the bed to wake Runa and Eris.
Runa’s sleep-heavy eyes flutter open, tired but clear of the heat-induced glaze they had taken on. “Hi.” She smiles, reaching for me.
“Hey, Darling. How are you feeling?” I ask her quietly, watching as she takes mental inventory of herself before her body answers for her, her growling stomach filling the room.
She giggles before the knock at the door has her eyes narrowing on the sound.
Laughing as I head towards the door, “Room service,” I toss at her over my shoulder, a beautiful blush blooming on her cheeks.
When I return to the room with a cart full of food, making Runa’s eyes damn near bug out of her head, I’m the only one with a scrap of clothing on as we dish out the food and enjoy a lazy breakfast together.
You get to tell her we have to go home today. I don’t want to be the bad guy. I tell Eris through our bond, his forehead creasing.
“Precious?” he begins. Her wide eyes meet his, shrouded in hesitance at his tone. “We have to go home today, but we promise to bring you back soon.”
Her eyes flash briefly with sadness before she shakes it away. “Maybe next time, we can all come?” she suggests sweetly.
The thought of all of us here together, her and Leera lying on the beach, sipping drinks and laughing while the guys try to learn how to surf, sounds perfect.
Once we’ve showered together and put ourselves back together in the other night’s clothes, we hurry back to the vacation home to get all of our things.
With the car packed and idling in front of the house, Runa stands, taking it all in one more time before she nods and climbs into the car.
She’s wearing her turquoise bracelet, her fingers tracing the shoreline through the window as our plane lifts above the island, her eyes full of love for this place.
After rummaging through our bags, I return to the cabin of the plane, plopping down beside her. Ready, brother? He nods.
“Remember when Dolos went missing for a bit?” he asks as he runs his fingers over her cheek.
She blushes furiously and nods, remembering them torturing me.
“Well, while the two of you tortured me,” I say with mock offense, “I was at a local jeweler who specialized in custom works,” I continue as her eyes widen, blushing again.
“We wanted you to have something special from us, from the island,” he continues as I pull out the necklace we had made.
She gasps, her eyes filling with tears, her fingers tracing the design. Two waves coming together—one angry, one calm. Three sea turtles, all made with turquoise inlaid to match her bracelet. “It’s perfect,” she whispers, her voice watery with her unshed tears.
“You’re perfect,” my twin and I say in unison as I help her put on her necklace and we settle in for the long flight back to our family.