Page 59 of Puck & Her Blades

It’s Asher’s.

I take another sniff, smiling.

It’s a fucking delicious scent like summer in the middle of winter.

Asher reminds me of sunshine.

“I love his scent too,” a sleepy voice says above me. “I always sleep with Ash’s jersey after games.”

Blushing, I hurriedly raise my head, meeting Cygnus’ eyes, which are dancing with amusement.

What the hell do I say?

I shouldn’t even be in here, let alone napping on his naked chest or sniffing Asher’s jersey.

“Hello,” Cygnus says like finding me in his nest is nothing unusual. “Did you miss me then?”

I push a curl out of his eyes. “Yeah, that’s it. I also wanted to explore.”

Cygnus gives me a shrewd look. “Explore, huh? The three hulking security guards didn’t clue you in that this room was off-limits?”

I try for the innocent act but don’t pull it off. “Oh, they were trying to stop people coming in here, were they? When I was out there, they were chasing a bunch of Omega fans down the corridor. This Omega selection has got people going wild.”

Cygnus tuts. “My sister’s an idiot for starting the whole thing. She never stops to think about consequences.”

“Whereas you’re not impulsive at all, stripping off and lying naked like a feast.”

Cygnus’ pupils dilate, and he runs his fingers through my hair, before tugging me closer to his lips.

I let out a startled gasp.

“Whereas you,” he kisses me on each word, hard and insistent, “aren’t at all impulsive, sneaking in here.”

I claim his lips, deepening the kiss.

When I draw back, we’re both breathless.

I stare down at him, beneath me. His dick is now at half-mast, hard against my thigh.

I push down against it with just enough pressure to make his breath catch. “Exhibitionist.”

“Isn’t the thrill of getting caught half the fun?” Cygnus’ eyes twinkle. “Anyway, the defensemen always go out together to a bar to recover from being torn apart during one of dad’s motivational reviews. Only my men will come back here. I thought that they deserved a reward.”

I run my hand down Cygnus’ chest; his skin is impossibly silky. “What a perfect reward.”

He flushes. “I wanted to surprise them. I was going to pose, you know, sexily like you see on those Omega sites. But it’s been a long day, and I fell asleep.”

I feather kisses up Cygnus’ jaw, and he shivers. “Trust me, you’ll still surprise them. And the way that you were laid out here…? Fuck, you don’t need to try to be sexy, you just are.”

He studies me like he’s trying to work out if I mean it, before he gives a small, pleased smile.

Then it fades.

“What are you really doing here, treasure?”

I sit up, wringing my hands in my lap. “I wanted to work out why Asher claimed me publicly.”

Cygnus raises Asher’s jersey to rest by his head, taking another sniff, as if he’s not aware that he’s taking comfort from the scent. “Why don’t you just ask him?”

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