Page 106 of Puck & Her Blades

I’m lying on something soft and fluffy. My skin is itching. I’m burning up from the inside like there’s a sun at my core.

Yet the air around me is cold and refreshing on my overheated cheeks.

I do feel safe. But why?

I fight to clear my thoughts.

Then everything comes back to me in a dizzying rush.

Instantly, my eyes snap open.

Fuck, I collapsed at the side of the rink in the middle of the Blades’ crucial game, just before they were about to win and get through to the finals of the Alpha Cup.

Instead, they abandoned the game and rescued me.

I stare up in shock, meeting Cygnus’ intensely violet gaze.

He’s leaning over me, lying in an unfamiliar bed. He’s stripped down to his pants and silk shirtsleeves, which are rolled back. His curls fall over my cheeks like a waterfall.

He’s pressing a cool cloth to my forehead with his elegant hands.

The small, white room is only dimly lit by a golden glow. I’m lying in the middle of a luxurious bed, which is piled with furs, blankets, and pillows.

All around me is a nest of clothes.

When I take a sniff, I groan in delight. The scent is a delicious mix of chocolate, mulled wine, and peaches.

These clothes belong to all my pack.

I take another deep breath because nesting like this and being surrounded in these scents is my dream.

I stare up at Cygnus.

Our faces are close; I can see how long his black eyelashes are and his delicate, eleven features.

Cygnus breaks into a delighted smile. “You’re awake, treasure! We’ve been so worried. I thought that Zev was going to snap his stick at the arena in frustrated fear, and he treats that thing like his baby.”

Trying to suppress the panic, I glance down at myself.

I’m dressed in a large jersey that swamps me…and nothing else.

My pussy is so wet that slick drips down my thighs. Perhaps, this outfit is practical. I’d wreck a pair of pants.

I raise the jersey to my nose and take a deep breath: spicy mulled wine.

Immediately, I’m comforted by Jackson’s scent.

I whine, and my eyelashes flutter.

I need my Alphas.

Although my mind is clearer than it was, I’m desperate with the urge to be held — knotted — by an Alpha.

Except, not any Alpha.

My Alphas, Jackson and Zev.

My body aches for them.

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