Page 109 of Puck & Her Blades

I could slip my fingers into my pussy, in and out, until I’m ready to slide myself onto Cygnus’ hard cock like I’m aching to do, but it wouldn’t be enough.

I need an Alpha.

I need a knot.

I feel it on a biological level.

Inside, I’m empty, hollow.

I never understood how Omegas and Alphas fitted together, until this moment.

With a frustrated huff, I push myself off Cygnus and onto my back next to him. Then I stretch out, gasping as another wave of hot pleasure rushes through me.

Cygnus grimaces in sympathy. “It feels like if you don’t get a knot in you, you’re going to melt to molten gold, right?”

I struggle not to writhe on the sheets. “Poetic. Can I just put it that I need an Alpha right fucking now, please?”

Cygnus’ expression shutters, and he sits up. “Jackson and Zev are busy.”

Another burst of heat hits me, and I growl. “Well, call them and tell them that they should be busy knotting me.”

Cygnus chuckles. “Firstly, I don’t order Jackson around, in case you hadn’t noticed. Secondly, please say that to his face because I’d love to see his expression.”

I narrow my eyes. “Where are they?”

Dread churns in my guts.

Are they in trouble? Is that what Cygnus doesn’t want to tell me?

Cygnus snatches up a pillow and hugs it to his chest. “I’m not meant to upset you and I don’t know. They’re trying to sort things out with Dad, but I don’t—”

Suddenly, the door to the Omega Chamber slams open.

I startle, yanking the sheet up to cover myself and cowering further under the bedding.

Cygnus angles himself protectively in front of me.

An elderly Beta with winter-white hair and sparse beard bustles self-importantly into the room. He’s dressed in a smart gray suit and tie.

He’s scowling, and in my heightened emotional state, it makes me whine.

Cygnus kneels up, crossing his arms. “Dr. McKay, please calm down and stop frowning. You were called because Puck has gone into an unexpected late heat, and she needs everyone to treat her gently right now. We want your advice, since you’re the expert medically on Omegas and heats. It’s essential that we can see her through this one as safely as possible. Are there any risks that we need to look out for?”

McKay sniffs and ignores Cygnus like he hasn’t even spoken.

Asshole.

Cygnus’ expression is blank like it hasn’t hurt him to be treated, as if he’s invisible.

But I shift, uncomfortable. Because I can tell that it has.

How often is Cygnus treated like this? He’s smart and articulate. But is he often dismissed? I know that Emiliano would have been.

I’d been raised differently, however.

It hurts to see it happen to someone as bright as Cygnus.

I’m going to spend my life, making sure that his input and views are respected.

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