“Good night, gorgeous.” He disconnects the call for me.
Sleep takes me so quickly I barely have time to get my headphones in my case.
17
ROYAL
DESPERATELY
The soundof Leticia coming had me on the edge of climaxing. I would have come right with her. But this wasn’t about me. This wasn’t about us. This was all about her. For her.
But not coming with her doesn’t diminish her beauty or my enjoyment of seeing her come. I couldn’t see a lot with her under the covers, but the way she writhed and twisted? My view was absolutely stunning.Perfect.
When she moved the blankets, I was treated to a view through the camera, a perfect angle of her soft, full breasts, even after she tried to tug the sheet over her. I was awestruck staring at the screen.
Her sounds were breathy at first, nearly overtaking her voice, and then falling into heavy moans. They soaked into my soul and washed away any lingering resistance to being with her.
She’s so perfect.My wolf emblazons those images into the core memory bank of our mind.We should have been there for her, to make her come, to take care of her after.
I wanted it too. Desperately.
I should have told her to drink water and get herself a treat, but I could tell from how she wobbled on-screen that sleep was enough aftercare for now. It’s my pleasure to share this with her, and I should be there to cuddle and praise her, but I can’t. Tomorrow, I’ll need to be in her inbox, reassuring her that I’m proud of her.Having her experience any emotional or physical withdrawal from me and our time together because I can’t be by her side is a nightmare, one I’m trying to mitigate.
She was brilliant at taking this pleasure for herself. Unlocking this with her is an honor, and now more than ever, I want to be with her. She deserves to know I’ll be here for her through everything.
Our mate.My wolf sighs contentedly.
We watch her fall into a deep sleep. Her body relaxed and comfortable among her covers.
My cock throbs, reminding me I didn’t come. I want to go to bed and take care of myself to the memory of her first orgasm. But I ignore it. Exhaustion is threatening to settle in, but my to-do list is at an all-time high, and if I don’t get some work done...
18
LETICIA
HOME ALONE
“And you’resure you don’t want to come with us?” My younger cousin Sarena pouts as she looks between me and the dangerous man who is her fiancé, a member of the bratva.No, the heir to the bratva.
“I’m sure. I’m doing Christmas with the Cavanaghs. I won’t be alone in this big empty house for Christmas.” I shoo them both toward the elevator.
The last of the family who hasn’t cleared out to the Italian Alps, Sarena and Nikolai, stopped by, not knowing the full truth, and tried to convince me to change my mind and go with them to Italy. No one would dream of telling Sarena that Dad has given me orders to gather intelligence. Even if they had told her, she wouldn’t believe it. In part, I’m not sure I do either.
“Well, call if you change your mind. I’ll send the jet.” Nikolai offers me a soft smile as he squeezes Sarena around the waist before hoisting her up on his shoulder and taking her into the elevator.
She bangs on his back, giggling. “Put me down, you brute!”
I give them one last wave as the door slides closed.
It’s been a whole morning of reassuring Sarena that ‘I’m fine’ and ‘No, really Iwantto spend Christmas with the Cavanaghs’ and to Nikolai confirming that ‘Of course I’m not afraid of staying here alone’ and ‘I have three security guards and a whole security teamguarding the building, how many more men do you think I need to make me safe?’
Their love and thoughtfulness are in the right place. But truthfully, I’m looking forward to two and a half weeks of freedom.
Last night with Royal on the phone, I experienced something... indescribable, and I’m not ready to get over my taste of what life might be like, if I were someone else.
My phone vibrates in my apron pocket. I put on my apron without even thinking about it this morning. I don’t need it and should probably take it off, but it’s a habit, one that brings me a bit of comfort.
It’s Royal.
