We’re not talking anymore, but we’re communicating all the same. Our push and pull as he slowly works his way inside me is bringing me to the edge.
“I’m going to come,” I pant against his mouth, the vibrator driving me right up to the edge.
“Good, come for me, gorgeous,” he murmurs low, the gravel in his voice spurring me on.
I crest over the edge, screaming out in pleasure and then gasping as Royal pushes deeper. Stars blanket my vision, and I close my eyes, my orgasm still washing over me as Royal moves, now freely fucking into me.
I lose all track of time as heat continues to pulse through me, in time with his thrusts, and soon I hear his voice over my own. “That’s it, you’re taking it so good.”
His praise fades into a low growl as his whole body shudders in release. Royal turns his head away from me, his dark hair brushing against my cheek.
After a few panting breaths, he turns his head back to me, kissing my neck and shoulder. “You’re fucking perfect, gorgeous.”
33
ROYAL
AT YOUR SERVICE
My leg is killing me.I definitely didn’t think this through.
The discarded vibrator is still running on the bed next to me, and I’m quick to turn it off before turning my attention back to Leticia.
Our mate is beautiful.My wolf admires her beneath us.
“I’m going to pull out slowly, okay? Let me know if I need to stop.” I cup her face with one hand and kiss her slowly, backing my cock out of the perfect home it found between her legs.
Before I’m even fully out of her, I miss her. With every centimeter I pull out, I miss the connectedness and the feeling of being buried in her. At my release, I had to bite the pillow to not claim her as my own, and now, withdrawing from her is brutal and testing my wolf again. I refuse to take that choice from her. If she wants to be a wolf later then we can discuss, but she won’t be turned in the heat of passion.
Leticia doesn’t make any pained noises or tense up, and I’m glad it doesn’t hurt her, but part of me wanted to delay the inevitable, at least a little while longer.
She looks down between us, and I pull her chin back up to me. “Don’t look. Don’t worry about it. I’ll clean you up first. Then let you go pee.”
I don’t want her to look because I know for sure my wound reopened, and it’s not just her blood in the mix.
For good measure, I kiss her one more time before pushing all the way off the bed and rolling toward the tissues and the garbage can.
The blood trailing down my leg from my wound only made it to my knee, and I quickly wipe it up, tossing the tissue in the trash can, before pressing on the wound over the now-bloody bandage.
“Okay, it is absolutely true what they say about sex being good for cramps.” Leticia lets out a wistful sigh. “I’m on day two of my period, and this is the first one ever to not have me in agonizing pain.”
“Glad to be of service.” I look over my shoulder at her.
The blissed-out look on her face is all smiles and a perfect after-sex glow. Her hair strewn across my pillow is radiant even in the low mood lighting.
I didn’t exactly plan specifically for us to have sex, but I definitely thought she’d have an orgasm in my bed. And now I’m glad I planned ahead, just in case, because there’s a fresh pack of wipes in the bedside table, and I’m able to hastily clean the blood and semen off myself.
Without facing her, I grab a new pair of boxers, sleep pants, and a shirt out of my dresser and pull them on. It’s barely noon, so naked in bed all day is an option, but not one I’m positive she’ll be comfortable with.
“I’ll be right back,” I say on my way out of the bedroom to the bathroom.
Hot water runs from the tap slower than normal, or maybe it’s just my impatience, as I wet two washcloths to bring back to her.
Leticia is dozing. Her slow breaths that I’m familiar with from our video call make me smile. I gently kneel by her side and begin wiping the blood from between her thighs.
She doesn’t stir.
Just one lick.My wolf whines.A little taste. We didn’t claim her when we came.His argument, that he behaved before, doesn’t hold up against violating her wishes.
