Author's note: This is from Duke's point of view
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I love spending time in bed with Serina. Actually, the place is not important.
The only thing that would make it better is if there is no stupid promise of celibacy that is supposed to steel my will… but talking is also fine. It has to be.
Anything is fine, as long as it's with Serina.
I need to show to Serina and to myself that I'm not a lustful savage no matter how much every cell in my body is screaming to screw the test and to bury myself deep inside the only woman who can make me feel sated.
Ah, this is hard!
Focus! Stop acting like a wimp!
Six more days. I can do this… Unless I completely lose my mind.
I focused on what Serina was saying. Sergio found his soulmate? Calista!?
I mean, the guy lived like a lecherous bachelor without any plans to settle, and fate tying him to a woman who has a similar lifestyle is probably the biggest Karma that one could experience. To make things worse, she doesn't feel the bond.
It's suffering I would wish to my enemy, but considering how much hard time Sergio gave me in the last eleven years, and that he was one of the people who lied to me, I didn't feel very bad for him.
Noticing my indifference, Serina asked me how I would act if that situation applied to us.
Well… first, I'm not a man-whore. Second, if Serina looks at anyone other than me, there would be blood spilled. It's that simple. I would never harm Serina, but that doesn't apply to men who are buzzing around her.
However, in the end, if she is not returning my feelings, I would be devastated but I would still cripple any man who dares to get close to her.
I didn't want to think about Sergio. He is a grown werewolf, and he should know what he is doing. I'm not a cupid to go around and fix other people's love problems.
Sergio is the one who told me that Moon Goddess is the one to decide the perfect mates, so for some reason unknown to us, Calista is perfect for Sergio. Karma? Poetic justice? I really didn't want to think about it.
My thoughts moved toward another topic we discussed over dinner, the town that was the heart of the Bluemoon pack when I was a kid.
I was considering demolishing everything because there would be no one to live in it if I try to fix it, but after tonight's chat, I realized that even without bringing hundreds of werewolves into the area, the town can get back on its feet.
This was something to look forward to.
I remembered the streets and the shops. It was a lively town, full of positive energy.
I hope that we can recreate that.
If successful, our trip for groceries will reduce drastically.
My thoughts were interrupted when Serina put her leg over me and started grinding herself on my hip.
The scent of her arousal hit me hard. Did she forget about six more days of celibacy? She came up with that ridiculous exercise, does she need to make it more difficult than it already is? Is THIS part of the exercise?
"Serina, what are you doing?"
I knew what she was doing, so the better question would be WHY she was doing it!?
Does she want me to fail this ridiculous month-long exercise?
She told me that if I fail, we will restart. I'm twenty-four days into this hell, there is no way I'm going back to the start line! That would be equal to suicide.
Her hand that rested on my chest moved lower and slipped inside my sweatpants. I caught her wrist just a fraction before she reached my throbbing cock.
"Hey…", she called breathily. "Let me touch you."
"No.", I said firmly.
"Come on.", Serina protested. "The trial is for you not to touch me. I should be able to touch you."
OK. It made sense, but… "It's not fair that you touch me, and I can't return the favor, Serina."
I was not sure if this glass wall will hold on if I feel any part of her in my crotch area. Actually, it was cracking already.
"You don't need to touch me, Duke."
"Yes, I do. If you can endure without an orgasm for a month, I will do the same."
"Who said I'm enduring?", Serina asked,
I examined her face while trying not to jump to conclusions. "What does that mean?"
Serina grinned and scooted off the bed. She reached into the drawer of the bedside table and pulled a rectangle-shaped box.
"Meet, Mr. Happy…", Serina said with glee while pulling a tan-colored dildo from the box. "See? I can touch you and Mr. Happy can…"
"Mr. Happy?", I squeezed through my teeth.
Serina was taken aback. "What's with the reaction? I remember not so long ago you took me into a shady club where half-naked women danced and there was a dresser with all kinds of sex toys. You said that you want us to try them. This is the perfect opportunity. Don't you think so?"
"No.", I said angrily.
The idea of someone or something else touching Serina's sweet pussy was unacceptable. That is MINE!
I would show her how nothing compares to the real thing. I mean, MY thing! Damn it! Six more days!
I grabbed the wretched dildo from Serina's hand and got out of the bed. I walked to the balcony in big strides and flung the blasted thing as far as I could, and I watched it as it disappeared behind a row of roofs four streets away. There. It's gone.
I turned to see Serina frowning at me.
"What?", I snapped.
"You killed Mr. Happy.", she said with some distress in her adorable voice.
A surge of emotions swelled inside me, and I was not sure if I will laugh or cry. "Not dead. Just gone. I'm sure that someone will take good care of him."
I crawled on the bed, pushing Serina down with my body until she was under me.
"Serina…", I spoke through my teeth. "No one and nothing gets to touch what's mine. And you are mine. All of you. Do you understand?"
Serina smiled mischievously. "If I touch myself, will you spank me, Alpha?"
I felt my eyebrow twitching at her cheeky response, but at the same time, my cock lurched at the mental image of Serina rubbing her clit with her legs spread wide for me to see. Damn it! This woman will be the end of me.
In two swift moves, I got off Serina and wrapped her tightly in the comforter.
I hugged her from the side. "Sleep."
"Ugh!", Serina groaned in displeasure. "Why is this situation familiar?"
I chuckled when I remembered that she was right. There was a time when we were in a similar position. Was it in France? It was Aldus's villa, Luca's birthday… And I restricted Serina from touching me because she would pass out after orgasm. At that time, I believed her lie how that's because of some sickness, and only later I found out it was some vitality-releasing ability that she was unable to control.
I kissed her cheek. "I'm glad that we already have some sweet memories, Serina. We will make many more in the future."
Serina stopped struggling to get out of the comforter-cocoon.
"Sweet memories? I don't remember you restricting my movements as anything sweet. Just like now. You shouldn't touch me, but there are no limits for Mr. Happy. It would be good for both of us."
I couldn't believe this. "Can you stop talking about that dildo? And why did you name it?"
"Just saying, 'dildo', is too generic. Considering where he was supposed to go, I thought to give him a name that will be more intimate."
I rolled my eyes at the silly girl who was talking bravely despite her intense blush.
I know that things like sex toys are way out of her comfort zone, yet she was doing it because of me. I guess she could see how difficult it is for me to control my urges.
Well, it's not like I didn't have an orgasm in the last three weeks. I rubbed it off more times than I can remember, but that is like a bandage on a wound that requires stitches.
No matter what I do, there is only one Serina and only she can make this aching need go away because she is the reason behind it.
I kissed her temple, and then her forehead, and then I gave her a long gentle kiss on the lips.
"I love you, Serina…", I murmured into her lips without breaking eye contact. "We need to wait only six more days. I don't see this as denying myself pleasure. If after this my will is strong enough to control my wolf, then it's an investment in our future."
Serina's expression softened, and I could see in her enchanting gray eyes all the love she holds for me.
"Alright. Let's sleep.", I said, seeing that her fighting spirit (or is it a lustful spirit?) subsided.
I released my hold just enough for Serina to wiggle out of her comforter-cocoon and to settle in my embrace again.
Her head fit in the crook of my neck perfectly. Everything about Serina is perfect.
I counted the seconds between her breaths, and I waited for the small sigh that confirmed she entered the dreamland.
God, how much I love this woman!
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