Page 145 of Puck & Her Blades

Asher groans. “That was bad.”

Zev throws his pants over the couch and waggles his eyebrows. “I have something you can suck…”

I laugh. “That was worse.”

“I’m here all week.”

After everything that we’ve been through — surviving my heat, Roarke’s control, winning the last match, Sydney’s attack and her threats that are still hanging over me, and the pain of our broken pasts — having this lighthearted banter now is like balm.

It’s as if I’m finally living.

Jackson kicks off his boots with a jingle, before dropping his pants and stepping out of them with distaste. “I’ve never been so happy to strip in my life. Now, my Beta, you have something that I never normally willingly give up to my partners: the control. So, what do you want?”

Asher glances between his naked lovers with the same excitement as if they’re new toys on Christmas morning and he can’t decide what to play with first.

Of course, we are.

Asher fiddles with my new ears. “I want to fuck my bunny. But I also want all of you.”

What does he mean?

Jackson’s eyes darken. “Then I’m going to fuck your tight ass from behind, while you’re fucking our sweet bunny. You have more than one hole. Zev, how about you take his mouth?”

Zev licks his lips. “Works for me.”

Asher looks up at his two Alphas who are standing over him with crossed arms.

Hot and cold wash through me. I’m wet already at the image Jackson has painted.

Hell, I want this.

Asher scrambles to his knees. “What about Cyg?”

“Someone has to warm you up for us,” Jackson replies. “Lower your trousers and bend over the couch.”

Asher moves to stand, slipping his tight leather trousers underneath his hips. They frame the gorgeous pale globes of his ass. Then he kneels up on the couch, bending over it, which gives me an even more delicious view.

“Look for the long, thin present in the bag, Cyg,” Zev says. “It’s lube.”

Cygnus rustles in the bag, pulling out a small present and ripping it open to reveal a tube of lube.

I arch my brow at Zev. “Interesting choice.”

Zev grins. “You haven’t seen the other toys in there for you. They need the lube to work.”

I flush.

Cygnus stands, walking behind Asher and resting his hand hesitantly on Asher’s hip. “I’ve never done this before.”

Asher glances over his shoulder at him.

“This is a first between us, but then, I’ve done this to you. It’s Christmas. Time for some dynamic role reversal. Are you okay, my good boy?” He checks in.

“More than okay,” Cygnus replies. “I’m finally flying.”

My heart swells.

Cygnus clicks open the lube and squirts some onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm them.

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