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W aking up and having her here is a blessing that will take centuries for me to believe is real, and that was before she informed me that she'd like to start her day by exploring my body.

Goddess, help me.

Everywhere her little fingers and luscious lips touch feels like it's on fire. Though at this rate, I would happily burn for her.

When she reaches the waistband of my shorts again, she continues to go lower, touching me just over the material, just as I did her.

The difference is that I was familiar with the female anatomy, which makes me wonder, “Have you ever seen a man?” I ask lightly, making sure not to sound judgmental.

She blushes and shakes her head.

“Do you want me to show you or do you want to do it yourself?”

She thinks for a moment and shakes her head again. “This is my time to learn your body,” she says strongly.

I pull her to me and kiss her hard for just a few more moments, while also pulling us towards the headboard so that I can lean against it. I want to watch her and touch her while she has her way with me.

She pulls away slightly breathless and resumes her mission. Still touching over my shorts, she trails her finger along the ridges of my dick, causing it to jump at the contact while I groan, which makes her smile.

My wolf is howling at me to claim her, but I will not rush her. Everything is up to her—when she wants it, how she wants it, and currently this is what she wants.

“Can you take your shorts off for me? I can't manhandle you the way you do me.”

I chuckle as I hook my thumbs into my shorts, lift my hips off the bed, and slide them down my thighs.

When my dick is free to stand at full attention, her eyes nearly double in size before she turns her face to mine.

“Th-that is supposed to fit inside me at some point?” she asks in a half laugh, half bark.

I allow myself to grip the shaft and pump it just once, nodding to her.

She smacks my hand away from myself and continues her investigation. As she leans in to reach for me, I reach around her and grab one smooth globe of her ass in my hand. Her small stature means literally her whole ass cheek fits perfectly in my palm, and it takes serious concentration not to blow my load right here and now.

When Leera's fingers begin to trace the tight skin of my shaft, the tingles and heat of the mate bond flare through me, and, fuck, I forgot what this felt like.

When she reaches the thicker, meaty area at the base, she looks at it with renewed intrigue before turning her attention to me.

“I've never seen a man in real life, but I know basic anatomy, and this,” she says, squeezing my knot, causing me to drop my head and moan, “is not in any text books.”

I'm panting when I lift my eyes back to hers. “That, Sweetheart, is my knot. Werewolves have similar anatomy to our wolf counterparts. That is a piece of me that only a mate can take into their body. It's primarily for breeding, and it's very...” I'm cut off by another groan because she's gently squeezing it again. “Uuughh, it's very sensitive.”

She nods and returns to where she was examining my body. She trails her fingers under my knot to my sack and gently holds it in her hands.

Grandmas. Angry fans. Hockey plays. Sweaty gym socks. I struggle to keep my mind anywhere but here, praying I don't cum all over her face while she's trying to learn my body.

“Le-leera, baby,” I breathe.

She turns to look at me.

“Also very sensitive.”

She just smiles and nods before coming back up to my chest and kissing me. Hard. Her fingers are digging into my shoulders, and she moves herself so that she's once again straddling me, causing me to groan into her mouth, breaking the kiss. She nips at my lip.

“Is my little mate getting feisty?” I ask in a husky voice I barely recognize.

“The thought definitely crossed my mind,” she says as she pulls away from me and takes her shirt off.

Goddess, grant me control.