Pucked By The Puca (Monstrous Meet Cutes)

23. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

ISEOL

Six hours and the most excruciating phone call of my life later, I collapse onto my hotel bed, spent from everything that’s happened.

Between losing days to my first heat and then the whirlwind of the Ice Giants first game as well as learning about Pem, it’s done a number on me mentally and physically.

But as I curl up alone, my stomach twists knowing that I’m not going to fall asleep in my mate’s arms.

My mate.

It still seems so surreal. My poor family might still be in shock, but having Pem swallow my yeowoo guseul might overshadow picking a mate without telling anyone.

To say my father was furious is the understatement of the century, but when he learned what my fox marble imparted to my mate, he calmed down.

Marginally.

Thankfully, my cousin was much more understanding, especially considering the kerfuffle between Pem and me.

My father gave me a list of questions to ask my Puca about mates swallowing one another’s yeowoo guseul before handing me over to my mother.

I—awkwardly—confessed that I’d had my first heat, and she hypothesized it’s why Pem’s suppressants stopped working since we’re true mates in every sense of the word.

This, more than anything, reassured my parents that I made the right choice. And even though they are even more reserved than me, it was nice to know I had their support, regardless of their thoughts.

It should be enough to ease the tension inside of me so that I can sleep. That or the sheer exhaustion riding my shoulders should knock me out.

So, of course, I’m wide awake and staring at my ceiling.

My gutsy sigh echoes through the empty room, and I remind myself that the second game starts bright and early tomorrow.

Both teams decided to throw out the first game and start anew. I’m excited to see how everyone plays now that we’ve worked on some new moves.

Tomorrow.

After I go to sleep.

Except, my mind points out that I’m all alone, and it’s cold without my mate next to me. Which is ridiculous since I’m under four blankets.

But my brain doesn’t care about such things like reason, not when it wants the same thing as my heart.

Just as I’m about to slaughter sheep—mentally—there’s a knock at my door. The speed in which I flip out of my bed is embarrassing.

I peek through the peephole, hoping to see a pair of familiar curving horns…instead, I see nothing.

Huh.

Opening the door with caution, I nearly laugh when I see Ramani standing on her tiptoes, her dark hair plaited in a similar braid as me.

“I stood on my tiptoes so you could see me.”

“Erm, it didn’t help, sorry.”

Ramani’s smile only grows wider. “Damn. Maybe I should start wearing heels. Anywho, I just wanted to pop in and tell you that Pem isn’t feeling very well. He’s staying with the Huldufólk for the night. Hopefully, he’ll be better tomorrow so he can play, but we’ll see.”

“He’s sick?! I should go to him.”

Pem’s sister nods vigorously. “You absolutely should. It might make him feel better. Mating bonds work in mysterious ways, you know.”

“Right. Ok, let me change, and we can go.”

“Oh, no need to change. I suggest shifting back into a bird and flying there. It’ll be quickest, and my friend—the nicest Huldukona ever—is waiting for you.”

“You’re not coming back?”

“Eventually. You’ll get there quicker without me. Besides, I want to visit someone.”

This gets my attention. “Someone massive and made of ice?”

Ramani shoots me a sly grin. “Maybe.”

“And what do you want with my K?ldrisi friend?”

“Will you judge me if I tell you it entails a carefully planned seduction to melt his heart?”

I laugh.

Poor Kening.

The man doesn’t stand a chance.

“Nope. You didn’t judge me. Kening is a great guy, and I think you two are adorable together.”

Despite the nearly five foot height difference, there was something endearing about seeing Ramani in Kening’s arms, cradling her like the gentle giant he is.

Ramani gives me a quick hug before shooing me down the hall.

“Quick—before he gets sicker!”

This gets my attention, and all the worry from earlier comes barreling back as I shift in my song golmae form and fly into the night.

As Ramani said, a Huldukona waits for me near the entrance of the cave where Pem’s sister first took me.

She silently beckons me forward, leading me inside and down a different hallway until we come to a door. She knocks and then walks away.

I stare after her as she disappears into the shadows just as the door opens to reveal a perfectly healthy looking Pem.

“Iseol?” he croaks, and I frown at his raspy voice.

Maybe he is sick despite his appearance.

“Oh, naemeiteu, you poor thing! Let me in, and I’ll see what I can do to help.”

Pem steps back, his eyes wide like I’m a Gwisin, come to exact revenge on him when all I want to do is help.

“Your sister told me that you’re sick. Let’s get you back in bed, and—”

My mate groans, and I twirl around as he slams the door shut with a little more force than necessary.

His golden gaze glitters in the faint light of the room like the gem-embedded walls, twinkling with some unreadable emotion.

“I’m screwed.”

“Screwed? What? Why? You’re not making any sense. I think you might have a fever.”

At this, Pem chuckles, the dark sound sliding over my skin and shooting straight into my core. My thighs clench as heat blossoms within me.

No—Pem is sick.

“I promised Puck I would stay away for at least five days.”

“You’ve been quarantined?! What do you have, Pem? Can you not play in the finals anymore?”

“It’s not fever, fynuhmar—it’s lust .”

“L-lust? What…”

He flashes me a wicked smile, and finally everything clicks in place. Pem, isolating himself and Ramani, pretending he was sick so I would come.

“My sister sent you, huh?”

“Erm, yes.”

“Meddling little brat,” Pem mutters under his breath. “No matter. You’re here now—the question is what to do with you.”

“ Do with me?”

Pem growls, the sound vibrating through me, and my body hums with anticipation. The heat of his gaze sears across my skin as he steps closer.

The tension fairly crackles between us, like a storm about to break. My breath hitches, but before I can protest, his hands are on my waist.

He pulls me flush against him, his grip possessive and sure as he guides me deeper into the room, toward his bed.

“A better man would ask you to leave.”

“You’re not a better man—you’re the best. Besides, I was lonely in my room and couldn’t sleep.”

“You missed me, fynuhmar?”

“So much.”

“Mmm, let me make it up to you.”

“Wait! Puck told you we shouldn’t…”

Pem growls again. “Fuck Puck.”

A startled laugh escapes me. “No, thanks—I’d rather fuck you .”

My mate’s eyes widen at my use of the profanity, and I laugh again as he pushes me onto the bed.

He steps out of his sleep pants, his fur curling over the spot I long to run my tongue across, but Pem pushes my hands away when I reach for him.

“Patience,” he croons, and I glare at him even as every nerve in my body lights up in response to his brusk command.

Pem lowers his head, dipping to my chest first. His lips enclose over one nipple and then another through my thin sokchima.

His teeth graze with just enough force to send a sharp jolt of pleasure straight between my legs, and I gasp his name.

That sinful mouth of his curls into a smile, and he slips a claw-tipped finger between my thighs, the sharp tip tracing up my skin.

“So wet,” he murmurs, and I mewl in agreement.

Gods, how I’m always wet for this man.

Pem strokes me slowly, gliding through the slick evidence of my need before slipping a single digit inside of me.

His gaze locks with mine, heat blazing in their amber depths as he explores between my sopping folds.

A whimper escapes me as I spread myself wider, a wanton mess writhing on my mate’s bed. I silently beg for more, but Pem pulls back.

He removes his hands, and I scowl until he traces a claw along the vertical slit hiding his cock from view.

Like magic, it opens. Pem reaches in, stroking himself for a moment before taking out the hardened length.

The frills on the side undulate, and pre-cum beads at the tip. I want nothing more than lick it up, but Pem uses his other hand to keep me pinned down.

With maddening slowness, my mate leans down and circles his cock over my clit and then at my entrance.

Taunting me.

Teasing me.

Tempting me.

Evil man.

His lips trail up my chest, leaving a line of heat in their wake. He kisses me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine, the taste of him intoxicating.

Pem releases his cock so that his hands can roam my body, mapping every curve. When his mouth latches onto the soft column of my neck, I freeze.

He flicks his tongue out once—tasting me—and then again, slower. A violent shudder racks my body, and my breath catches as my thoughts blur into sensation.

My skin burns where he touches me, but it’s a delicious kind of pain, one that leaves me aching for more.

“Roll over,” Pem purrs against my ear, teeth grazing the sensitive shell.

A bolt of heat shoots through me, and I barely manage to sit up before my Puca scoops me up and gently places me on my knees.

His fingers knead my ass, and I moan at the possessiveness in his touch as my back comes to rest against his chest.

“Lean forward—on all fours—open up that pretty pussy so I can see all of you.”

I flush at his naughty words but love the thrill that they send down my spine as I maneuver myself onto my hands and knees.

Once positioned, I brace myself with one hand while my other slips between my thighs. Biting my lip at my daring, I spread myself for my mate.

“Like this?”

My voice shakes, half from nerves, half from anticipation.

“Exactly like that,” Pem rasps with reverence.

He stares at me like I’m the only thing that exists. His gaze darkens, and I can feel the raw hunger rolling off him.

Pem kneels, his large hands caressing me from behind so that I’m more exposed than before. His breath warms against my skin when he leans down.

And then his tongue is on me.

My Puca teases my clit with light flicks, his nose pressing between the back of my thighs. It grazes my pussy, and I bite back a cry.

Every nerve feels like it’s on fire, but the man doesn’t stop until I’m trembling beneath him. When he finally stops, I can’t think straight.

All I want is my mate inside of me.

Now.

As if he heard my silent command, Pem shifts so that his cock presses against my entrance again.

The first whorl pops inside of me, followed by the second, and then third, and so on until Pem bottoms out just before his knot.

He moves back with excruciating control, every inch stretching me perfectly. My vision blurs, and I can’t hold back the moan that spills from my lips.

“Pem—more. I need more.”

“Patience,” he reminds, and I whine as I arch my back in the hopes it entices him to move.

It doesn’t.

The world narrows to the rhythmic slide of him filling me. His cock brushes against my sensitive walls, sending ripples of pleasure through me.

I can’t hold myself up anymore, and my arms give out. I collapse on top of the bed, my fingers curling into the blankets like they can keep me anchored.

Pem snaps his hips, and I push back against him to meet his thrusts. My body melts under his touch, sinking deeper into the mattress.

“Gods, you feel so perfect around me.”

His words unravel me. I whimper as he whispers praise and filth in my ear while working into me faster.

Harder.

Finally.

I can barely think, the heat in my body climbing higher with every thrust. My breath stutters when his frills flutter, flexing against my walls until I drip onto the bed with need.

“Tell me how it feels,” Pem demands.

My mate reaches down to play with my ears, and I moan so loud, I’m sure all the Huldufólk know what we’re doing.

“ Tell me .”

I try to answer, but the words stick in my throat as another moan escapes. Every stroke of my ear sends a lightning bolt directly between my legs.

“Iseol, tell me how it feels.”

“G-good. So good,” I manage to croak out in a trembling voice. “So full .”

Pem snarls, a deep, primal sound that creates a tidal wave of heat that engulfs me. He stops touching my ears to stroke my tails, and then my clit.

His thumb presses down firmly as he thrusts into me from behind, and I can’t hold back anymore. My body tightens around him until I shatter, my world turning white as I come.

“Naemeiteu!”

My cry echoes through the cavern as bliss envelopes me. I arch my back and clench around Pem’s cock, trying to pull him in deeper.

“Fuck, fynuhmar, I love you.”

Then Pem follows me over the edge.

His knot slams into me, instantly swelling and locking us together. He lets out a deep, shuddering growl that rumbles from his chest and into me as pulls me up.

I can feel his cock pulsing deep within, filling me to the brim with his seed. He knot seals us together, but my Jeojeun continues to leak out and coat my thighs.

Pem’s fingers never stop moving on my clit, dragging out every last tremor of my release until I’m hoarse from screaming.

“Come for me again—I know you can.”

Even though I shake my head, Pem reaches out to wrap a hand around my tails. He buries his face into my fur, driving into me with little thrusts since we’re knotted.

There’s no way I can come again—except the moment I think it, my body proves me otherwise. Pem’s hands on my tails, his tongue against my lower back, it all drives me over the edge.

Again.

Every muscle in my body turns to liquid as I keen in ecstasy, clamping down around my mate so hard that he twitches like he’s coming, too.

When the last tremor finally fades from both of us, Pem chuckles softly, his weight pressing into me as he hugs me closer.

“Oh, gods, are you trying to kill me?” I whisper breathlessly.

My mate nuzzles into my neck, his nose tracing slow, lazy lines against my back.

Do I even have bones anymore?

“I’ve never heard of anyone dying from an orgasm,” he teases, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, “but if they experienced what we just did, I get it. Shite, what a way to go.”

I huff a weak laugh, too spent to do much more than lie there as Pem shifts, rolling us onto our sides.

His arms wrap around me, holding me tight just like I wanted when I was alone in my hotel room. His hand roams over my body, fingers tracing nonsense patterns along my waist, and I yawn.

“Ready for bed, fynuhmar?”

“I take it that I’m staying here tonight?”

“We’re still knotted.”

“I meant afterward.”

“I figure it would make the most sense just to keep my therys inside of you, so when we wake up, I can make you scream some more—if your voice is gone, you can’t coach the Ice Giants.”

I mock gasp. “This is what I get for trusting a trickster.”

“Best sex of your life?”

“Your head is swelling worse than your knot.”

Pem chuckles. “You wouldn’t want me any other way.”

I don’t reply but look over my shoulder to kiss him. Because he knows that I love him more than anything in the world.

Even though I plan for the Ice Giants to clinch the Norsphere Cup.