Page 169 of Puck & Her Blades

He’s like sin, when he moves his hips like that.

“The New York Coyotes are going to be jealous,” Asher yells over the music. “They can’t boast that they’re the only ones with the epic sound system now.”

Zev’s eyes darken, before he snatches Jackson by the collar and drags him into a deep, passionate kiss.

Then panting, he draws back and rests his forehead against Jackson’s. “You’re the fucking best, love.”

Jackson shoves Zev toward Asher. “I try.”

Asher huffs a laugh, before wrapping his arms around Zev’s waist.

“I could get used to you dancing for me,” I say in admiration.

Zev winks.

They dance together with the same intensity as they play hockey or fuck. It’s like they’re having a whole conversation with each move, even if they need to weave around boxes.

Zev wasn’t lying about how well he can dance.

I can’t wait to teach him some figure skating. He’s going to be amazing.

Zev licks down the bond bite on Asher’s neck, which is above the Companion Collar.

Asher’s eyes flutter.

“Oh, fuck.” Asher gasps.

“Omegas,” Jackson snaps his fingers, “cute as you both look glassy eyed and gawking at Zev and Ash dancing, I need both your mouths stretched around my cock.”

Cygnus and I stare at him. Then we exchange a grin, before we both sidle to Jackson and kneel in front of him, facing each other.

Our knees are touching.

I can tell that Jackson’s tenting his pants already.

If he thinks that we’re going to make this easy for him, however, then he can think again.

Cygnus and I are independent Omegas.

It’s much more fun.

“You’re so beautiful, bunny.” Cygnus leans forward and kisses me.

I groan into the kiss. “So are you, beauty.”

Cygnus’ hair is so long that it sweeps across the floor. I play with it, and he rubs his cheek across my hand.

I run my fingers down his chest, slipping them underneath the open collar of his shirt and down to circle his peaked nipple.

He whines, pushing into my hand.

Jackson clears his throat. “Have you forgotten someone here?”

“Have we?” Cygnus tilts his head. “What a bad Omega I am. Of course.”

He edges his hand underneath the loose material of my dress and up my sensitive thigh.

I shiver, widening my stance to give him access. I give his nipple a final tweak, before drawing my hand back and steadying myself on the floor.

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