Page 23 of My Pucking Family

I kick the door shut behind us and lay her on the bed. I intend to step back, but her hands grab a hold of me and pull me on top of her in an earth-shattering kiss.Kisses are allowed.I remind myself as I soak in the taste of her. Honeysuckle and spun sugar so sweet I could easily have her for dessert for the rest of my existence. When she releases a deep moan, I gently break the kiss and rest my forehead on hers.

“Leera, baby, can you hear me?” I ask as I place one hand on each side of her head, so that she'll make eye contact with me. Very hooded, heavily glazed eye contact, but it's the best we've got right now.

“Baby, this is called your heat. I know you photographed animals with your parents. Are you familiar with animals in heat?”

The haze seems to lighten its grip on her for the moment, and I can see the wheels turning in her head before she squeaks out, “I, uh, y-yeah, I remember.”

“Werewolf women go into heat when they meet their mate. Since your wolf hasn't been released yet, I didn't even think about this. I'm so sorry, Sunshine.”

“Is that why I feel, why I feel so…” she trails off and scoffs, running a hand down her face, clearly embarrassed.

“Hey, none of that. This is completely natural, and you never have to feel that way with me. We'll get you through it. Normally, the only way to help with the needy feelings you're having is by mating.” Her eyes widen, and for a second, and I worry she might bolt, so I rush to finish my sentence, “But I know you're not ready for that.”

She visibly relaxes, but I can see the lustful glaze recapturing her eyes.

“Baby, focus I need to know what you want me to do. I want to help, but I don't want you to feel like I'm taking advantage of you,” I ask quickly, worried that we didn't get to discuss this before it happened.

She nods, sits up, and slowly crawls around me to the edge of the bed. She pushes me down on the bed where I was leaned over to talk to her. She, even more slowly, lifts her perfect little body over mine until she's straddling me and there's no way she can't feel how this is affecting me.

“Leera, I...” She stops me with her finger on my lips.

She replaces her finger with small kisses across my lips, moving towards my jaw.

When she gets to my jaw, she finally starts to speak, each word separated by a kiss along my stubbled jaw line, “I. Trust. You. Roman. Please. Take. Care. Of. Me.” Her last words end onanother kiss that takes my breath away. I don't know if it's the kiss or the trust that she's granted me, but my heart feels light and my dick feels heavy. Her scent filling my room. Her need rubbing along mine. It's the perfect storm, and if I don't keep my shit together, I'll jeopardize the trust she's placed in me.

I allow her to kiss me until she's moaning and whimpering through the kisses. I don't know what the heat feels like, but from the descriptions I've been told, it feels like you'll never be able to cool down again. All while the need inside you consumes all logical thoughts or actions. The longer you go without release, it can turn painful, and I don't want her to experience that.

When I pull away from the kiss, I scoop her up in my arms and lay her in the center of the bed and growl, “Let me make you feel better.”

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Roman.

Roman.

Roman.

All I can think, or feel, or see right now is him.

I'm laying on his bed staring up at him, panting with a need that I can't even explain. It literally feels like if he doesn't touch me…there, I might die.

No one's ever touched me like I want him to touch me. I tried a few times, but it just never felt right. I didn't know what I was doing, and I was usually in a tiny apartment or tent with my parents. That would have been just weird.

I can see the hungry look in his eyes, and still, I trust him.

I can feel another wave of heat rolling over my body and can't help myself when I arch my back, whimpering and wriggling on the bed, and my mouth decides it also doesn't need my consent. “Please, Roman. Please touch me.”

He growls and rolls his neck before taking his shirt off.

I scramble back up to kneel next to him so I can touch him. I want to feel him, and,GOD, he feels so good.

He snatches my hands gently and lays me back on the bed and says, “Let me make you feel better. I need my control, and if you keep touching me like that, I won't have any left.”

If he thought that would help, he was wrong. It's only made me hotter and more breathless.

He leans over me, and this time he kisses me. He kisses me like he needs my kisses to survive. Like he could live off of just me.

Then his hand is slowly trailing up my thigh. When he reaches my waist, he slips his hand beneath my shirt and continues moving north with featherlight touches. When his fingers barely skim across my bra line, my breath hitches.

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