“Honestly, I’m not sure.” I curl my knees up to my chest, a cramp hitting me hard.
“Cramp?” Royal stops opening his toy cabinet and steps back to the bed.
I nod. “It’ll pass.”
“It’s such bullshit women have to deal with this.” Royal comes to sit next to me on the bed and runs his fingers through my hair. “Cramping during wolves’ heats usually just means you’re ready for another orgasm, but it doesn’t sound like that for humans.”
“I mean, I wouldn’t turn down an orgasm.” I lean into him, drawing in a deep breath of that sweet chocolaty scent I’ve come to find comfort in.
“Good.” He aggressively kisses the top of my head with an overexaggerated smack of his lips. “Let me get a heat pad for your cramps, and then I’ll make sure you’re well fucked and ready for cuddles and sleep.”
I’m about to argue with him that he doesn’t need to get me a heating pad, that he doesn’t have to take such good care of me, but Royal is gone before I can even open my mouth.
He wants to take care of me.I don’t remember a time when someone wanted to take care of me like this. Tears well up in my eyes, and I wipe them away, begging them to stop before he gets back.Not sexy, Leticia.
Royal is back before I get my eyes to stop leaking tears.
There isn’t a single second of hesitation. He plugs the heating pad in and lays it behind me on the bed before wrapping me in his arms and snuggling me close. We lie on the bed together, chest to chest, the warmth of the heating pad soaking through my T-shirt and skin.
His touch is tender as he dries my tears. Then he kisses me soft and sweetly.
But I don’t want to just be comforted. I want the orgasm he promised. I want to feel relief and shed the unwanted emotions.
I tug at the hem of his shirt, hoping he understands what I want, what I need.
Royal moves, letting me help him pull the cotton over the top of his head. He discards it onto the floor.
When I start tugging mine up, Royal’s hands find mine, and he helps. The way he drags his fingers along my skin pulls a heated gasp from my chest. He presses his lips against my navel, kissing as he works his way up my chest, before he finally discards the shirt. I took my bra off when I put my pajamas on, so I’m left in a pair of panties and nothing else.
Warmth envelops me on all sides as Royal pulls a blanket over me. Wordlessly, he slips out of bed and over to his toy cabinet.
Butterflies swarm my stomach as I don’t know what to expect, but I’m relieved he didn’t take my tears for disinterest.
He sets whatever he collected on the nightstand and comes back under the blanket with me.
When he kisses me, it’s deep and meaningful. Every part of me knows how to respond, and I do. There are so many things I can’t tell him. That I want to tell him but would be forbidden to speak out loud. They all lead back to how I feel and what I want between us.
Royal’s hands wander. They trace imaginary lines down my body, dragging across soft skin, and when he presses his fingers under the band of my panties, I raise my hips to help him remove them. The uncomfortable menstrual cramp persists, but the pain is second to the excitement his touch is eliciting.
“It’s easier said than done, but I want you to forget how to think and just focus on feeling. Okay? Don’t worry about a mess, don’t worry about what I’m thinking or feeling, just focus on how you feel and be present.” Royal is firm with his words, but they’re delivered with the utmost kindness. “Can you do that for me, gorgeous?”
“I’ll try.” I can’t get my voice out above a whisper, but that doesn’t matter.
Royal beams at me. “Good girl.”
I don’t know what it is about those two words. He’s said them before, but they still make my heart pitter-patter, and my brain stops overthinking.
“Do you want to make choices about how we play, or do you want me to make decisions for you?” Royal asks into the side of my neck as he kisses from my jaw to my shoulder.
Immediately, the tension is back. I stiffen and try to think what it would mean to let him make decisions, but I don’t even know where I’d begin.
“I...” I shake my head. “I don’t know.”
“I’ll drive. You just tell me if we’ve made a wrong turn. If you don’t like what I’m doing, say stop and I’ll stop. No questions asked.” Royal so easily takes control of the situation.
But his suggestion feels right, and I exhale a long breath. “I like that plan.”
Royal pulls his pillow off the top of the bed and offers it to me. “Roll over, face down. Put this under your middle and get the heat pad right where you need it. I’d do it for you, but I want you to be as comfortable as possible. Let me know if you need more pillows.”
