Page 6 of My Pucking Life

“Mine,” he growls, and I again feel the heat of his body leave mine, but only for a moment. He plunges his face into my dripping and sensitive skin, and I cry out in pleasure. The new angle offering a completely new range of stimulation as he licks my entire slit and then pays extra attention to my clit. My arms and legs are shaking, and I can no longer hold the weight of my head, letting it hang between my shoulders as I pant and moan and cry his name.

Just when it feels like the world will fall away and the pleasure will consume me, he pulls away, leaving me a whimpering mess of skin and bones, my soul having already left my body in preparation of the impending orgasm.

“Roman, please!” I beg shamelessly.

He reaches around me, using each breast as an anchor for his grip, and pulls me up so that my back is plastered against his front, and the throb between my legs being brushed with the head of his cock is the sweetest kind of torture.

“Do you trust me?” he breathes against the shell of my ear.

I'm nodding frantically both because I do trust him blindly—with my mind, body, heart, and soul—but also because I really want to feel those fireworks dancing across my skin.

“Tell me, Princess,” I would almost think he's unbothered by all of this intimacy if it wasn't for the way his dick twitches against me while he lazily trails his fingers all over my body, except exactly where I want it.

“Yes, mate, I trust you with all I am. Now, please let me come,” I whine impatiently.

He reaches forward and bands one arm around my middle, almost completely holding me up, and then I feel him reach between us and grab his length. For a tiny, minuscule moment, I feel a small spark of fear at not being prepared for this. I know I want to complete the mate bond, but he said we weren't doing that tonight.

Now I'm just confused, which he must feel through the bond because he continues to lazily stroke himself when he explains, “Just because we're not taking that final step tonight doesn't mean you can't come all over my cock, my little miracle.”

Now I'm even more confused, but a shiver of anticipation skitters through my body when he finally lowers his hard dick between my legs, but he doesn't enter me. He starts moving in short, slow movements through the wetness still gathering in my core. The friction and the lightning shooting through my body at the contact are enough to cause me to pant and moan again. But he's not done with me yet. His short and slow movements across my center become long and languid strokes that are now creating the same delicious friction against that beautiful bundle of nerves, and I grip onto him for dear life.

“Oh my God, Roman…” I had another thought after that, but my body took over, and I couldn't stop the moan that escaped me. Every orgasm with this man felt like I was being destroyed and remade all at once, and this one would be the most intense yet. “…P-please, don't stop this time.” To reinforce my need for this release, I begin to rock my hips with him, finding my own ways to draw out the most amazing sounds from him.

He slows and allows me a moment to take over while I continue grinding against him, bringing us both unparalleled pleasure. He removes the arm he has banded around me and moves both of his hands to grip my hips, and the feel of him holding me like this urges me on.

“Yes…Fuck, Leera…You're fucking perfect. Come for me, Princess,” he pants in my ear, trailing kisses along my neck, nipping as he goes.

“Oh gods…Roman. I'm almost there…I can't…” My movements become frenzied and completely out of control, but the wave is cresting over me, and I want to ride it all the way to the top.

Roman is practically roaring behind me, his grip on my hips tightening, sending even more electricity to my body. Without warning, my entire being implodes, and the shockwaves consume me. I'm fairly certain I'm screaming, but I can't be bothered to care right now. My vision turns white, and Roman catches me when my body slumps against him. He jerks a few more times and groans into my neck, saying my name like a prayer.

I must have passed out because I don't remember being laid on a pillow, but I’m awakened by a warm, rough feeling between my legs. My head feels heavy, but I lift it enough to see him cleaning me up. I don't even have the energy to thank him because I fall back to the pillow, sleep trying to claim me once more. The next thing I know, I feel his large, warm body pulling me into his embrace and wrapping around me.

Before I give all the way in to the darkness, my last thought is that every horrible thing I've ever had to go through, and likely still have to go through, will be worth it if it's my payment for having him as my mate and life partner.

4

Watching Leera sleep has become one of my favorite pastimes. It’s not as high up on the list as making her scream my name or anything, but it still brings me peace and happiness. Knowing she’s really here. That this is all really happening. As if it wasn’t enough that the Goddess returned my mate to me, and she has all these abilities that we don’t understand, but now I have a sister that I didn’t know about. Not even a half-sister. That would make more sense because I never exactly pegged my father as the loyal type. No, this woman has my mother’s features.

Thinking back, I don’t even entirely know how my mother died. I was still quite young for a werewolf. Father told me that she was ill and it overtook her, but I learned from those close to her that the illness he’s referring to was depression and not the chemical imbalance kind that so many beings suffer from. It was due to the constant abuse from my father. Not physical abuse, because that’s beneath even him. Mental warfare is his preferred game of choice. He tried it on me and was successful at times, more than I’d like to admit.

I knew she wasn’t happy with him, but he was her fated mate. He was supposed to make her happy and keep her safe, and he didn’t do either. I was so young; I don’t know much more about their relationship outside of the snarky remarks he would throw at her, some so sharp that she would visibly flinch like he had hit her. I hated him. I wanted to rip his head from his body the few times he did it in front of me, but she’d get upset and stop me. Beg me not to allow him to turn me into a monster.

Thinking back to the way my father manipulated my life and the fact that I grew into almost exactly who he wanted me to be almost makes me feel guilty. The only thing that saves me is knowing I did it all my way, without his darkness fueling me. I kept my mother’s kind words tucked inside my heart and never let them go. Sure, I’ve had to do some atrocious things as the captain of a werewolf army, but those things were done for the greater good and protection of our people. Not for the evil and dark-hearted.

Would my mother be proud of the man I’ve become? She would have adored Leera. How could she keep my sister from me? Why didn’t my sister seek me out? Does she believe me to be like my father? Is she in danger?

The worry and nagging thoughts continue to spiral through my mind. I pull Leera even farther into my embrace. I wish I could carve a Leera-sized hole in my body and keep her with me always. Keep her safe. But that’s not how the world works, and she’s in danger.

I try to quiet the turbulence that has become my brain for another hour before I give up and slip out of bed, careful not to wake my sweet little mate. She whimpers in her sleep, causing me to flinch, stop, and tuck her in tightly before turning towards the door.

Swiping a pair of gray sweatpants from my drawer, I step into them quickly and reach for the doorknob. Turning to check on her one more time before I allow myself to leave the room, I close the door quietly behind me. She has a tendency to untuck herself in her sleep, and I don't need one of the men to see her naked. Her poor brothers would be scarred.

I walk the quiet halls of the townhouse and stop in the kitchen for a couple of bottles of water before making my way to the gym. I would usually just let my wolf loose to run it off, but that’s not an option right now. I don’t want to leave Leera when she’s in danger and still unable to communicate telepathically with me.

The thought of claiming her, of finally completing the mate bond, threatens to send too much blood where it’s not currently needed. I shake away the thoughts of her body and take the final steps to the gym when I notice the light is shining through the space between the floor and the door.

I must not be the only one who couldn’t sleep.

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