Page 120 of Puck & Her Blades

Zev never stops licking and sucking, working me through my orgasm.

Finally, I loosen my hold on Zev’s hair, stroking his head, instead.

Jackson smiles fondly at Zev, pulling him up from his place between my thighs.

Zev looks dazed, taking several desperate breaths. He licks across his lips that are wet with my slick, relishing the taste.

“My prince, you deserve a reward. Come,” Jackson orders.

Zev stiffens, before his eyelashes flutter. Then his back arches, and he grips onto my hips. He comes with a groan.

“Fuck.” Zev bites his lip, as his hips stutter. Then he slumps. “That was intense. But good intense.”

He glances down at the pearly liquid on my hip, before boldly drawing his finger through it to spell:

BLADE.

“Now it’s official,” he announces. “I’m feeling possessive, love.”

I adore that he’s marked me.

I can feel his claim like a brand.

“Do I get to come?” Cygnus asks, hopefully.

Asher glances over his shoulder at him. “Oh, babe, you’re going to come but not yet. I have some sweet toys for both my Omegas in my bag of tricks. A Beta always does. Is it my turn now? I want the second orgasm.”

“Second?” I blink. “Already?”

Cygnus chuckles. “Was I that naïve on my first heat?”

Zev laughs. “You tried to scramble off Jackson’s knot, screaming that something weird was inflating inside your ass. Your dad should have never kept the biology and sex education books from you.”

Cygnus shrugs. “Lark got them for me afterwards, didn’t he? Plus, he was taking a real risk for me. He’s brave like that. I’ve never had such a quick crash course in a subject.”

“Anyway, we need this to be intense to help you survive,” Jackson adds. “The more times you come, by multiple hands, and the harder the better. We’re going to rut you over and over, until you’re safe.”

I bite my lip.

Hell, saved by fucking.

Literally.

Asher crawls off the bed.

His expression is delighted in a wicked way that fills me with a fearful anticipation that I fucking love.

He picks up the sports bag, which is lying next to the fridge.

He can’t want to play now, right?

I know that he’s obsessed with hockey but I want my second orgasm.

Crave it…

The heat is building up again.

I squirm, trying to relieve the itching beneath my skin.

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