Page 142 of Puck My Life

I lean on my elbows, parting my legs more, giving him more room. He glides his hands all over me, sliding under my top, undoing my bra, cupping my breasts. Turning my body into a musical instrument that is singing a song for his pleasure.

No, for ours.

“Raynor.”

“What, sweetheart?”

I sob, dropping my head to the counter. “I missed you.”

He pauses and leans over me, my back to his chest. “Vae, every single minute of every day since you left, there has been one thought on my mind. You. Only you. Missed is a poor imitation of what I felt having you gone. It was like…I’d lost music.”

“I love you.”

I say it so quietly I don’t think he hears it. I can’t believe it slipped out. He starts moving, building that pace up again from a slow, leisurely thrusting.

We’re both panting, and I’m near on screaming when he suddenly slams his knot into me.

I detonate. It’s the first time since my heat. I squeeze tight, but he’s impossibly big. He rocks into me, holding me while my body short-circuits.

I blink back to reality and find that he’s sitting in my chair upstairs with me on his lap.

“You’re still here,” I murmur and then wish I could take it back.

“Yes, Vae. I’m not going to leave you vulnerable. I’m going to take care of you.”

I turn my face into his neck, and he reaches out, clutching my hand.

“Come home.”

I press my lips into a hard line. “I can’t.”

“Whatever it is that you need, Vae, we will give it to you.”

I lift his hand and kiss his palm. “I’m scared of being hurt. Of being left alone again.”

“Nothing is going to make me leave you again.”

“You can’t say that; you don’t know…”

Raynor bites my shoulder. I cry out as his cock hardens inside me. As my whole body comes back to life. I jerk and shudder and bring his hand to my mouth and bite deeply into the fleshy muscle of his thumb.

“Should have done that ten years ago,” Raynor growls as he thrusts up into me.

His knot drags, pressing in and pulling out, just a bit, like a rocking. We fuck like that for an hour, and then I do fall asleep, and I sleep until midday the next day.

When I get up, there’s a message on my dresser telling me to come home. The kitchen downstairs is closed, and there’s a note on the door saying the shop is closed.

I stand there, nervously stepping from foot to foot.

Warmth comes through the bond, like a hug from him. I reach out and cover the bond with my hand.

He bonded me.

Now what am I going to do?

Vae

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