Page 31 of My Pucking Family

He slowly lifts my hand to the top of his length before slowly gliding it back down. “This is the basic motion. No matter whatyou do, it's going to be perfect,” he says as he rubs the side of my face.

He pulls his hand away, and I try it again by myself this time. Keeping my grip, I slide my hand up the seven or eight inches of length above his knot, brushing my thumb across the tip, earning myself another moan from my mate.

I continue moving like he showed me, but I move a little quicker, and when I get to the top, I rotate my hand around the head.

Every moan, grunt, and groan spurs me on further. I feel so empowered and in control. To have this man. This famous hockey player. A seven-hundred-and-thirteen-year-old werewolf, in pleasure and at my mercy, because of me…it’s a feeling that can't be explained.

How can something be as hard as steel beneath such soft skin?

His hips have started wiggling with my movements, like he's struggling to stay still. Instead of slowing down and taking it easy on him, I decide to test my limits. Thinking back to when I was lost in the heat, my most frantic moments were just before the fireworks erupted.

With his head tilted back, eyes clamped shut, mouth open, panting in the pleasure that I'm giving him, I lean forward, and when my hand moves down his shaft, I twirl my tongue around the slit of his dick.

His eyes immediately fly open, his head snapping back up, and he growls deep in his chest, watching me even more intently now.

High on the power of making him feel the way he made me feel, I continue stroking him while licking the top like a Tootsie Pop. After a few minutes of enjoying wringing pleasure from hisbody, he's barking my name, “Leera. Leera, baby, I'm going to…” But if he's going to come, I want all of him. I want to experience this.

I double my efforts and his hips stutter before he locks up and roars my name, just as salty spurts of him flood my mouth. I try to swallow, butshit, that's gross.I spit it out as gracefully as I can.

“Holy hell,” is all he says as he pulls me back up onto the bed, lying me beside him. I notice his cock is still pulsing, like I kept pulsing.

I wonder if he'll want to go again, like I did.

“Did I…did I do okay?” I ask, feeling my insecurities trying to rise again.

“Di-wh-are,” he tries to speak. He shakes his head and tries again. “Are you serious?” he asks, still trying to catch his breath.

I just nod, feeling the blush rise to my cheeks.

He pulls me back into the straddling position and kisses me, even with him still lingering in my mouth.

He pulls away to rest his forehead against mine, and I rest my hands on his still-heaving chest.

“Leera, that was incredible and more than I expected. I thought you said you'd never even seen one?” he laughs.

“I haven't; after you showed me, I just watched your reactions and trusted my instincts.”

“Your instincts are fucking phenomenal,” he pants out, causing me to release a breathy laugh.

“Sorry I spit it out, but the texture is…” and I trial off in another small gag.How do women do that?

He throws his head back and laughs. The sound of his laughter vibrating through my body as I rest against his chest has me really hoping he wants to go again.

24

Everything about my existence has gone from the mundane day-to-day of checking on my pack, playing hockey, and spending time with only my trusted men to a whirlwind of everything I never expected. There's no way I could have seen any of this coming, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Leera's heat seemed to unlock the need brought on by the mate bond. It's getting harder and harder not to take her when we're together, and I know she's feeling it too because she's been a horny little thing. I'm not saying I mind that she wants me, but I know I need to give her time to accept that her life is changing unexpectedly, and I’m realizing it is more difficult than I thought it would be to hold out this long. All of that with the addition of consistently reminding myself that she’s a virgin, and I want tomake sure she's completely ready. I want it to be an experience for her. In my continued research of human relationships, women will remember this day forever in a different way than men, and well, werewolves too.

Though werewolves definitely seem to take it more seriously than human men, it's still so much different than women. All of which leads me to wonder if werewolf traditions that are so based on instinct make us take some things for granted.

When the time comes and she's ready, I know I want to make it everything she's ever dreamed of.

In addition to balancing Leera's need, we're also learning to balance our lives. She's been staying in my room, but she has requested her own room for when Zoey stays the night and for if she feels like she needs space.

Again, I find myself questioning my instincts and wondering if maybe instincts alone aren't enough, because I immediately want to say no. She's staying with me; Zoey can have a room that they can decorate however they want. However, I already know how well that would go over with my independent little mate. While it makes my hackles rise at the thought of her wanting her own space away from me, I have to remember to think about her needs from her perspective and not our archaic notions.

She's currently inourroom, packing her bags for her first away game, which is a victory in itself. I truly thought she would have fought harder about the away game situation, but I should have known she always has a plan. She got in touch with Sinclair and planned an assignment on the lives of hockey players on the road. I had asked her if she wanted to be part of any of the press briefings, but she declined after everything that's happened.

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