Page 58 of My Pucking Family

I spread her legs further apart so I can see all of her glistening and ready for me, the scent of her arousal filling my lungs. She begins to wriggle and arch, searching for friction while I am lost in a trance. With the spell broken, I lean in, licking the full length of her lips, and suckle her bundle of nerves into my mouth gently.

“Oh...my...Roman, please.”

Which I decide means,Please, add your finger to my sweet pink pussy.

As I slide it in, I continue to work her clit with my tongue. I slide in slowly, as she's still growing accustomed to the feel of it.

“More, more, more,” she begs.

I pull my mouth away from her, remove my finger, causing her to cry out, and lift her head to investigate what's going on. That's the moment I choose to slide my finger into my mouth to lick her nectar off of my skin. After consuming every last drop,she's a writhing mess of need. I remove my finger from my mouth and replace it with both that finger and my middle finger.

Maintaining eye contact with her, I take my two wet fingers and slowly glide them into her hot core. She throws her head back and moans my name. When I reach the point of resistance, I stop and allow her to lead, telling me when she's ready to continue. “Deep breaths, baby, you're doing so good.”

“I'm ready, keep going. Please, keep going.”

I lean back into her, lapping at her clit while playing her body like an instrument until she screams, coming apart on my tongue. I work her through until the spasms fade and crawl up next to her so that I can see her face.

“That was one,” she says with her eyes closed before pulling herself up onto her elbows and giving me a devilish grin. “But I won't accept any more until I get to play. You said I was a good girl, wasn't I?” she pouts, and how can I say no to that?

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The answer is seven.

In case you were wondering how many times we took turns providing each other with orgasms until I'm pretty sure I literally passed out from the last one and slept until morning.

I feel like I'm glowing. I definitely haven't stopped smiling. He said he didn't want to take me here because of the nosey werewolves, but there is no way they didn't hear my screams and his roars last night.

I expected to be a little embarrassed this morning, but everyone is acting like they couldn't hear us all night. Maybe they couldn't. Or maybe it's because they're all werewolves, some having found their mate. Maybe sex isn't such a taboo topic insome realms.

Like the one I'm a freaking princess of. I'm still working on wrapping my head around all of that, but it makes more sense than anything else so far. Like why I was homeschooled, and we traveled all the time. Why I was given wolfsbane my whole life. Possibly why my parents were taken from me. Why I was kidnapped. It's all still a load of shit for anyone to go through, but the more we learn, the more the puzzle starts to look like a picture instead of a blotchy mess within a flimsy frame.

We're packing up the little bit of luggage we brought with us. “When can we come back? I love it here,” I ask Roman.

“Unfortunately, the season just started, so we can’t come out here for a day or night for a while. Plus, there's your school work, and the internet out here isn't reliable since we have no cell service. But outside of those things, we can come here whenever you like.” He smiles.

“Until I'm the found princess and my whole life changes,” I say, kicking a rock on our way to the car.

He sets his stuff on the ground, stops in front of me, takes my chin in his hands, and brings my eyes to his. “Your life will not change any more than you want it to. I don't care if they're the king and queen, you are my mate, and I swear, I will not let them make you do anything. Understand?”

I nod my head because once again, words fail me when he gets all intense like this for me. It also makes me a little wet in the britches if you catch my drift.

I told him I thought I was ready last night, but after last night, I know I'm ready. In case he doesn't have as much control as he thinks, I want to make sure I have the one solid thing in my life—him. I know mates are taken seriously, but I don't want toleave any room for any potential discussions, separation, or the like.

I’m also really tired of them sharing their silent conversations without me. I want to be able to reach him at all times.

Most of all, I'm just really ready to be his. Completely.

We had lunch with the pack and said our goodbyes to Jeanine and Meredith. Miss Tilly got teary-eyed as we left without her sister, but they each promised to take turns visiting more. Roman told her she could stay as long as she wanted, but she wanted to come home with us.

Andrei loads into the car with us, claiming to be tired from last night, but I have a feeling it's just so we can spend more time together. If he'd just ask, I'd tell him anything he wants to know that he hasn't already gotten from me being with Roman.

The twins, Benny, and Slate are running beside the car as we drive down the small street to the end of the forest. The sun is shining, and the new day feels less heavy than everything did last night. I’m staring at the obnoxiously-handsome side of Roman's head when all of our phone alerts start going off at once with a number of missed calls and voicemail messages.

They're all from Khaos, and there’s even a few from India. My hands are shaking so badly while we wait for him to answer Roman’s call. We've stopped the car and rolled the windows down so the other men know what's going on as well.

“Pick up. Pick up. Pick up,” I whisper-chant to myself.

He doesn't answer. Roman ends the call and immediately redials his number, laying his hand on my thigh and rubbing his thumb back and forth to comfort me.

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