Page 45 of Puck & Her Blades

“He has a full schedule today, starting with gym, then followed by one-on-one coaching. I can’t interrupt that. The Alpha Cup is too important for me to distract them.”

I huff. “You’re important too. Is this you talking or your dad?”

He looks at me, sharply. “You don’t understand.”

“Actually, I totally get it. That’s the problem.”

Cygnus struggles to sit up, but his arms shake, and he subsides back into the nest like an angry kitten. “House rules are that I call the Beta staff. They’ll carry me back to my rooms and keep an eye on me like normal.”

“Hey,” I press Cygnus down gently onto the mattress, “don’t even think about it. You’ll spend today in my bed. Don’t try and leave it.”

Cygnus’ plush lips quirk, and he shoots me a sultry look. “Yes, ma’am. Are we trying out some kinky roleplay here, where I’m chained to your bed? Because I’d love that. Would you prefer it if I called you mistress?”

I open and close my mouth.

I have the sudden image of him kneeling in front of me with his wide and innocent eyes, playing his submissive role.

Yes, please.

I lean forward and graze my lips across his.

Cygnus’ breathing becomes ragged. He clenches his hands in the bedding.

“We can discuss limits and safe words later if you like,” I murmur. “Then perhaps, once everything is consensual and informed, you’d like to explore what it feels like to serve and pleasure a woman?”

He moans. “Fuck, I consent. I really, really do.”

“Good Omega.”

He moans again. “Please, can I kiss you?”

My pulse is pounding. Hot and cold washes over me.

“I’m desperate for you to kiss me. But I don’t want to overtax you. I mean you may swoon again…”

To my shock, Cygnus growls. “I don’t fucking swoon…”

Then he pushes himself up and captures my lips, passionately.

It’s my first kiss…and his first kiss with a woman.

It’s perfect.

I straddle him, throwing my hips over his to pin him down. I can feel how hard he is in his pants. I’m desperate to touch and explore him.

He deepens the kiss, encouraging me to open my mouth, before his tongue twines with mine.

He tastes as sweet as he smells.

Hell, how have I been missing out on this all my life?

I’m never letting go of this — of him.

I snarl into the kiss, taking Cygnus by surprise, as a desperate possessiveness takes over me.

I draw back to nip and suck at his lower lip, and his eyes are glazed with desire.

I slide my hands along Cygnus’ shoulders to his neck, and he shivers. “You’re all mine right now. But I don’t want to make you pass out. I intend you to remember every incredible moment of our first time together.”

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