Page 27 of My Pucking Life

“I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life.”

He lifts his torso a little further off of mine, raising one hand to snap my poor bra straps from my chest, and leans in, taking one of my nipples in his mouth, effectively stopping me from reminding him that I wanted to keep this bra. At first, he uses the same hand to pinch and twist my pebbled nipple before he moves in and sucks it into his mouth. While he's sucking on my flesh, his tongue flicks against my nipple.

He begins to slowly move within me, and fuck if it doesn't feel like I'm finally complete. It's still a little tender at first, but after a couple of passes, the pain is nearly all gone, and all that's left is a need burning so big and bright, I don't know how I'll survive it. All the sensations being thrown at me are so completely overwhelming, and I am absolutely certain I will never get enough of this. Of him. Of us, in this way. Complete.

The sounds leaving me don't even sound like me anymore, and the ugly embarrassment beast is nowhere to be found. It's just me and my mate, finally becoming one. Every thrust of his hips sends me hurtling further and further into a chasm I've never been through before. The end of his dick hitting a spot within my body that takes my breath in the best possible way.

He finally releases my nipple and moves to give the other the same attention while I chant his name and try to remember to breathe in between cries of pleasure.

He releases my nipple with a pop and lifts himself back up, re-angling his body so that we can watch where we’re finally joined. “Look at us, Princess,” his voice holding so much love, another tear rolls down my cheek. “Look at how well you take me. You were made for me.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Watching him disappear inside my body only amps up everything I'm feeling.

His hips find the perfect rhythm as he drives into me, and just when I begin to feel the now familiar tingle of my orgasm gathering at the bottom of my spine, he stops.

“Wh-what's wrong?” I cry.

“Absolutely nothing. I just want to prepare you for the next part.”

Oh, right, I forgot there was more.I nod, wriggling in his hold, creating absolutely any friction I can and doing my best not to mewl.

“When you come this time, I'll be following right behind you, and when I do, my knot will be yours and so will my mark,” he pants, offering me short thrusts while he explains, “Once I've marked you, it'll be your turn. Just like with shifting, you'll will your wolf to partially shift, focusing on your teeth.”

I gulp and nod. “Yes,” is all I can say right now. My brain is all fuzzy, and I feel like if he doesn't move, I just might die. On the other hand, I also kind of feel like this orgasm will end me.

He nods and returns to the perfect pace he had previously set, our skin slapping together while he whispers sweet nothings to me. Promising me the world while it feels like my very DNA is being unraveled in this very moment. I'm panting and moaning and thrashing beneath him, chanting and crying his name as the pressure builds to an unbelievable level.

“Oh-oh, God…I’m…Roman...I'm gonna!” I can't even speak as the spiraling waves of euphoria consume me. My brain is being scrambled, and my body is tingling all over with the electric connection of our bond. Roman moves his hand, and when his thumb meets my clit, my body is shattered to smithereens, no longer able to contain the amount of pleasure he's built within me. My screams fill the air around us, and my body arches off the bed beneath him, and it feels like my soul has left my body.

Roman gives me a moment to return to my body, stalling his body from thrusting, but I can see the twitching need in his muscles. When I’ve regained control of my body, he slides his hands beneath my back, bringing me up to him. I rest my hands on his shoulders and lock eyes with him as he moves his hands under my thighs, holding onto the globes of my ass while he bounces me on his dick. The new angle makes my eyes cross, and the pleasure begins to build again, even quicker than before.

“I'm. Almost. There,” he grunts between thrusts. The final jolt ending on a roar as he pulls my body down completely onto his knot. As I'm stretched and filled completely by his length, his knot, and his cum, another soul-defying orgasm rips through my body so hard and fast that I feel like I can't breathe. I thought I was full when he finally entered my body and we became one. I never knew what full was until now. I didn't know what complete was. I do now.

“Leera, baby, are you okay?” He searches my face, his brows again crinkled in worry.

“Yes,” I breathe. “Claim me,” I beg, turning my head to the side and pulling my hair out of the way, exposing my neck to him. I watch as his canines elongate before he leans into me, licks the crook of my neck, and bites down. Hard. There is the briefest moment of sharp pain flooded by another explosion of intense pleasure that fires me into another orgasm so hard that I can't even hold my head up. My body tries to scream his name with my head hanging backward, but I'm so hoarse from the other orgasms that it comes out as an unnaturally strangled sound.

Roman gently retracts his fangs from my flesh and licks the mark. It takes everything I have to lift my head up to him just in time to see him bearing his neck to me. I concentrate and plead with my wolf to help me shift my fangs…and it works! I run my tongue over the long, sharp incisors that feel bulky and out of place in my human mouth.

Finally, I lean into him, like he did me, and before I can overthink it, I move in and claim my mate. Growling low in my throat as the coppery tang of his blood hits my tongue, and I have no control over my body when I begin to ride his knot, sending him into another release. I moan when I feel him filling me even further, his cock twitching in the confines of my body while he moans my name, his face nestled against my breasts.

Retracting my fangs, I pull away and lick his wound, repeating his motions. Suddenly, we're both roaring, holding onto each other when our bodies detonate one final time, as our bond snaps into place. That's the only way I can explain it. It's like I can feel his love literally washing over my body, but I crash against his chest in exhaustion and elation. I try to open my eyes to tell him how much I love him, but I don't have the strength to hold them open for even a second.

I love you, Roman. So fucking much you'll never understand. This is the best moment of my entire pucking life,is my last thought before my consciousness leaves me.

20

Leera's body falls limp against mine the instant her words reach me through our mind-link, compliments of our now cemented mate bond. The words are also accompanied by a wave of the love she feels for me crashing through our bond and knocking the air from my lungs. I choke on my emotions, emotions I thought I would never feel again. In the quiet of our snow globe—as Leera has named it—I cry, my tears falling as softly as the snow all around us.

Wrapping my arms tighter around her, I hold her body even closer to mine while I thank the Moon Goddess over and over. When the swelling of my knot finally lessens, allowing me to remove myself from Leera's core, she whimpers in her sleep at the loss but doesn't wake up. I gently lay her head on the pillow, and when I rise, I can't help but stand and stare at her. Everything about her is absolute perfection. Her silver hair splayed against the fluffy white pillow. Her eyelashes resting on her still rosy cheeks. Her mouth cracked open just a bit. The steady rise and fall of her chest as she dreams. Her tapered waist that blooms into full hips with small, white, jagged stretch marks across the outside of her thighs. Even her stretch marks seem to sparkle. The thought of her someday having much more prominent stretch marks in the future if she wants to have a family nearly brings me to my knees.

I release a deep sigh and shake those thoughts away for now, making my way to the small unfinished bathroom. I didn't have enough time to get the plumbing completely run, but I was able to set it up with a temporary system like that of an RV until I can finish the project. There are jugs of water to use by the sink. I even remembered to set an electric tea kettle in here so that we could warm water.

Clicking the warmer on, I run my hand through my hair and glance at myself in the mirror. A shocked sound leaves my body when I see the mark the Goddess bestowed on me on behalf of Leera's bite. My jaw hangs slack as I try to take in the large mark overtaking the left side of my neck and shoulder. I move my body to get a better look as the mark begins where she claimed me.

The mark is made up of silver lines ingrained in my golden-tanned flesh. The silver lines are sharp, jagged, and bold, not unlike me. The organization of the lines looks as though it creates some kind of large image, maybe a flower that looks like the sun, or vice versa, and that strange shape is surrounded by the lines moving in all directions, reaching out from the center, in the same sharp movements. It looks like some kind of expensive tattoo a human would get, and I can't stop just staring in awe at my little miracle mate's mark.

The warmer beeps, letting me know the water is an acceptable temperature, drawing my attention back to the task at hand. I give my mark one more run of my gaze, brushing my fingers along some of the line work, then turn to grab a washcloth. Taking the warm water and small towel with me back into the main room, I kneel by Leera's side of the bed and clean her up. She releases a small moan in her sleep, and I have to audibly scold my dick, who thinks that means we get to spend more time inside of her.

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