Page 134 of Puck & Her Blades

I stare at it like it’s a relic, before hurriedly slipping it into my pocket.

My heart is beating too fast. My pulse is roaring in my ears.

This is what I’ve been trying to get for years.

I reach to cup Cygnus’ cheeks, and his startled gaze meets mine. “Beauty, you’re the bravest man I know.”

He blinks like he can’t believe I’ve said that.

He opens his mouth, as if he wants to say something, before stopping himself.

Then he tilts up his chin. “I want to be. I’m trying to be.”

All of a sudden, there’s a roar from the crowd on the radio.

Cygnus’ gaze shoots to mine. “Ash scored!”

“The Blades have won. They’re through to the finals.” I let out a whoop, dragging Cygnus to his feet.

Laughing, he kisses me.

Then I loop my arms around his shoulders, and we dance around in celebration, crunching on the snow beside the lake.

We’re lost in joy, love, and the cold wildness of the night.

Like this, I feel the thrill of my feral nature, the call of the moon, woods, and icy night.

I tighten my hold on Cygnus. I shiver, unwinding the scarf from his neck and throwing it away to flutter in the wind like it’s personally offended me for hiding his gorgeous skin.

Then in turn, I lick down his long neck.

I can feel how hard he is in his pants, as his breaths speed up.

My skin tingles.

I grab his curls and wrench his head to the side, sucking down hard enough to bruise.

“Fuck,” Cygnus murmurs, “bite me. Please, bite me…”

I stiffen.

An Omega isn’t allowed to bond bite another Omega. This is breaking a serious taboo.

What would our Alphas do (especially our Head Alpha), if I were to truly bite him?

But I can do this…

I place my teeth on Cygnus’ soft skin and bite down hard enough to leave the imprint of my teeth but not to break the skin.

It still blurs the line of what a good Omega should do but then, we’re not really good Omegas anymore.

It’s time that bad Omegas have their chance.

Cygnus melts against me, wrapping his arms around my middle. “Ice...”

I lick across the imprint of my teeth, which mark Cygnus as my Omega. It isn’t dynamic appropriate behavior, but I don’t give a fuck.

I slide my hand down Cygnus’ front, tracing his lean chest, before cupping his crotch.

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