Page 36 of Puck & Her Blades

I hold one up to my nose and take a deep breath of the spicy, mulled scent.

Jackson.

It makes me feel safe to be surrounded like this by his scent.

Also, horny.

I bite my lip, slipping my fingers down my pants and across my panties, gasping a sharp breath, as I circle my clit.

Combined with these delicious scents, I’m already close to coming.

I throw my head back, enjoying this slow exploration of my body, Jackson’s scent, and the fantasy of his rumbling voice growling, keep touching yourself for me, good Omega.

I edge myself, loving the winding pleasure that’s building through me.

My eyelashes flutter, and I smile, slow and contented.

“I’m so wet right now. Please, let me come, Alpha…” I murmur.

I imagine his beautiful bronze eyes becoming even colder, as he yanks my hand out of my pants, when I’m just — fucking just — teetering on the edge of coming.

“No,” fantasy Jackson commands. “You come when I give you permission and only on my knot.”

I whine, clutching my hands in the blanket to calm myself down.

Fantasy Jackson is an alphahole, but hell, he’s hot.

I’ve been forced to deny this side to my dynamic for most of life but I don’t need to anymore.

I can’t.

The scent of the Alphas is soothing both the pain of my ankle, the fear of being in this new place, and my loneliness.

I wish that I could thank whoever gave them to me.

I snuggle deeper into my nest with a happy sigh.

The only thing that’d be better, would be winning the Omega selection, then being wrapped in the real Alphas’ arms.

Except, I know that it’s only a dream.

Since I’m not bonded to the pack, it’s kind of Cygnus to share this much of his Alphas with me.

Many Omegas wouldn’t.

I sniff at another jersey, and my expression brightens with delight.

Chocolate vodka!

Please tell me this is Zev’s.

I bet that he’d have let me come. In fact, he’s rumored to be a sex god, so probably at least five times.

I take another sniff, before slipping it over my sweater. Instantly, I feel more settled.

The only clothes that I’ve been given are a thin black sweater and pants.

Yet I’ve never had a nest before. My Alpha parents didn’t believe in them. Emiliano wasn’t allowed one, even in his heats.

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