Page 44 of My Pucking Mate

She grabs my hands and places them on her hips and asks, “Is this ok?”

I can only nod.

“Can I . . . can I sit in your lap?”

I smile and nod again, gripping her hips and reminding myself not to hold her too roughly.

Then, as if she’s trying to kill me, she slowly moves herself to straddle my lap. I have to resort to mentally reciting hockey plays to try and keep a certain part of my body, which is currently only three layers of clothing away from her core, from startling her.

Once she’s wiggled around an ungodly amount and made herself comfortable, she slides her hands up my chest. She notices the trail of goosebumps she leaves, she slightly tilts her head and asks, “I give you goosebumps too?”

“You have no idea,” I try not to growl, but I fail.

She leans in, and less gently, I press my lips to hers. After a moment, I run the tip of my tongue across the seam of her lips.So incredibly slowly, she opens to me, and I’m unable to capture the growl that escapes me when I finally taste her.

She even tastes like fucking honeysuckle and spun sugar.

I move my tongue slowly against hers, letting her become accustomed to the feeling.

When a low and raspy moan escapes her, it causes her eyes to fly open. I meet hers and let her feel the heat in mine, and she closes them again.

She melts into my touch as my hands match the speed of my tongue as she starts to move her own as well.

Allowing myself a few more minutes of blissful torture, I slowly pull my lips from hers. I lost control of my need for her, though, and I know she can feel that need beneath her.

The haze of lust slowly leaves her eyes, and in an instant, she’s blushing harder than ever before.

“How were your first kisses, then?”

“They felt like everything was right in the world. They felt like coming home. They felt like you’re going to be trouble.” She giggles, but she’s not wrong.

I lift her off of my lap, careful to avoid my painfully hard dick. I gently set her back on her side of the bed and pull the blanket back up as I ask, “I’d like to hold you tonight, if that's okay with you.”

Blushing so hard, she looks like she has a fever. She curls into my side and lays her head on my chest. I circle my arm around her, and we only manage a couple of sentences of conversation before she’s asleep.

I stare down at her in sweet serenity and brush the hair from her face, kissing her forehead.

“I will do anything it takes to bring you happiness for the rest of my existence.” I promise her in the dark.

I allow myself to follow her into sleep, and for the first time in hundreds of years, I sleep peacefully.

36

Hello,” I answer my phone. It’s after midnight, and I’m tired, but I’m still so fucking mad about that little bitch trying to steal my king.

I've always wanted Roman, but at this point, there's more than just him on the line. I will be the queen. I will have power, and not even Daddy can tell me what to do anymore.

I called Daddy earlier and told him everything. I hate how calm he is when I’m so mad, but I know he’ll fix it for me.

“Hello, India. Your father called me to let me know we have a bit of a situation. He didn’t give me a lot of details, though. I was hoping you could start at the beginning. Tell me everything.”

Ugh, why can’t people just communicate with each other? It's like having to call those stupid customer service numbers where every time you're transferred, you have to start at the beginning again.

Now I have to spend another thirty minutes telling him everything that I already told Daddy.

When I'm finished, all he says is, “I see.”

“How can you both be so calm about this?! Everything we’ve been working for, for centuries is going to be ruined!”

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