Page 116 of Puck & Her Blades

There’s a fire raging between my thighs.

“Alpha,” I call again, desperate.

“I’m here,” Jackson’s voice is like snow, cooling the fire at my core. I sigh in relief, reaching for him, as he perches on the side of the bed next to me. “Just relax, good Omega. We have you now.”

He’s wearing an immaculate caramel colored suit, although his tie hangs loosely around his neck. He must have immense self-control to sit there so calmly next to an Omega in heat and not fall into full rut.

I can tell by the way that he’s tenting his pants and a fine tremor is running through his hands that he’s not unaffected.

His gaze is hungry and dominant.

“We…?” Then I notice Zev at his shoulder and smile. “Alphas.”

Zev is as naked as I am, and all of a sudden, the fire is stoked in me again.

He’s fucking hot.

The golden light of the lantern glints off the piercings in his nipples and off the platinum circular barbell Prince Albert piercing, which is through his gorgeous cock.

When Zev notices that I’m staring at it, his dick twitches.

His dick is already painfully hard.

He’s clearly well into his rut and struggling to hold onto his control, unlike Jackson. His eyes are filled with passion.

Zev runs his hand through his hair, trying to calm himself. “Present and ready for action, love.”

He slinks onto the bed, kneeling between my thighs. He runs his hands possessively up and down them.

He studies my pussy like it’s a feast.

My cheeks flame.

When I feel soft lips kissing down my neck, I glance to my other side.

Cygnus is naked now too and sprawled next to me.

Asher lies on the other side of him, and my eyes widen, as I notice the reason for Cygnus’ panted breaths. Asher is dressed in only his boxers and is lazily stroking Cygnus’ dick, while holding his hips down, controlling him.

Asher never takes his gaze off me.

These four men are here for me.

They’d give up anything — even their dreams — to be with me now.

I shiver, desperate for all of them.

Their touch.

Their love.

I fucking love them.

Jackson seems to sense my need, cupping my cheek. “You’re ours tonight, Omega. We’re going to own you, wreck you, love you, until you know nothing but the scent of us.”

“Roarke!” Panicked, I struggle to sit up, but Jackson firmly holds me down by the shoulders.

The sudden thought of the danger from the Head Alpha shoots through my dazed mind.

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