Chapter 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.
Stalking her is one thing. Assaulting her is another.
“Mmm.” Leticia wakes as I finish.
“Hey, gorgeous, I’ve got you mostly cleaned up. You gotta get up and go pee though.” I’m smiling like a damn idiot at her, but it’s only a third of what I want to be doing.
Leticia pushes herself up onto her elbows and then rolls, pulling her legs closed. “I should probably be embarrassed you just cleaned me while I slept, right?”
“Nope, absolutely not. Because then I’d have to be embarrassed that I cleaned you while you were sleeping, and since I was providing the bare minimum care a partner should, that doesn’t make sense.” I shake my head and offer her my hand.
For her feelings of modesty, and not for any fear of exposure, I offer her my bathrobe. It’s long on her, almost hanging down around her ankles as she wraps it around herself and walks, with her thighs locked together, to the bathroom.
The obsessive part of me wants to stand in the bathroom with her, to ask if I can clean her up the rest of the way, but instead I say, “If you want a shower, there are towels in the little cupboard. I left one of my T-shirts in there for you, too, if you want, and there are human feminine products under the sink. I’m going to go get your bags out of the car. ”
“Okay, thank you,” Leticia calls back.
My wolf resists with every step I take away from her.
A note on the door at the top of the stairs explains why the main floor of the house is so quiet. Mom and Dad went to pick Kerrianne up from school and to feed Captain, which means, covered in the fresh scent of sex, I won’t raise any immediate red flags.
I’m gone for barely three minutes before I get back downstairs, but Leticia hasn’t come out of the bathroom.
I clean up the blanket I’d laid down and take it to the laundry machine, and she’s still in there.
Open the door, my wolf demands as I stare at it. Open the door to make sure she’s still safe.
I reach for the knob but barely stop myself, raising a fist to knock instead.
“Just a minute,” Leticia calls out, but her voice cracks.
This time, I can’t help myself. I push open the door, and she’s sitting on the closed lid of the toilet.
“Gorgeous, what’s wrong?” I clear the space between us and crouch next to her.
“Royal, we had sex, without a condom and —” Her words turn into a gasp that’s biting into my heart, but I don’t know why. Her eyes are wide and terrified like a deer caught by the pack.
My phone is back in the bedroom. Though I don’t even know what to search for to figure out what has her so rattled.
Seconds, maybe minutes, hell, it could be an hour later, and she finally whispers, “It’s not a high chance, but I could get pregnant.”
Relief crashes over me like a second orgasm, and I wrap my arms around Leticia, pulling her close. “Oh, that’s all you’re worried about. Don’t be worried.”
“Don’t be worried?” She struggles and pushes against me. “We can’t have a baby, Royal, this is serious.”
I let her push me off. “You and I can’t get pregnant, Leticia. Not like this.”
“For someone with a lot of sex toys, you don’t know how babies are made?” Her anger sharpens her words.
Made our mate angry. My wolf blames me, but it’s not like he knew why she was mad either.
“We’re not the same species.” I shrug and try to help her feel less defensive. “Wolves and humans aren’t compatible. You would need to be turned into a wolf for us to get pregnant, and you’re really human right now.”
“Oh.” Leticia deflates, and I pull her into a hug once more.
“You’re sure?” Leticia eyes me, her breathing sharp and labored.
“More sure than anything. It’s why there are so few wolf shifters.
We’re only compatible to breed with other wolf shifters, and changing humans is a huge deal.
We don’t do it unless it absolutely has to happen.
” I spare her details, knowing the next time we talk about this or that her next question will be about Antonella.
“You said we could check on Toni and Valor?” She follows the exact line of questioning I was expecting.
“Absolutely, I’ll go pull up the cabin feeds.” I release her and gesture to my bedroom. “You get in some comfortable clothes, and after we spy on them, we’ll watch a movie.”