Page 64 of Puck & Her Blades

He never takes his gaze from mine.

Pleasure shoots through me.

I’m shocked by it.

It winds through my core, making me shake.

“Don’t stop fucking me like that. It feels incredible.” I scrabble to hold tighter onto his shoulders. “Oh, fuck, yeah.”

He takes that as encouragement, speeding up.

I kiss him then, hard and passionate. I fuck my tongue in and out of his mouth in time with his thrusts into me.

I feel like I’m unraveling, even as pleasure is winding tighter and tighter through me.

Cygnus is breathing heavily, and sweat drips down his neck. His movements are erratic.

“I’m going to…” He stares at me, wildly. “Are you…?”

He’s holding himself back for me. He cares about my pleasure, before his own.

And that’s what does it.

“My Omega,” I howl, lost in a haze of ecstasy, as I come.

“Ice,” Cygnus whispers against my neck, as his own back stiffens, and he comes.

Then he slumps against me.

I smile, happier than I’ve been in years.

I feel fuzzy and blissed out.

Until a deep voice says from the doorway, “You know what, I did enjoy watching that. Who knew that you could be part of a threesome without being invited?”

CHAPTER 9

UBS Arena, New York

Shit, shit, shit.

It’s Asher!

Was Cygnus’ fucking so powerful that it even conjured Asher like the most embarrassing spell ever?

I flush, hiding my head in my hands.

“How long have you been there, Ash?” Cygnus demands.

I’m too flushed to be able to speak right now, when Asher is leaning in the doorway like a god with a charming smile and dimples.

Asher is dressed in a suit that’s as honey colored as his eyes and he looks mouth-watering. He’s tall and towers over both of us Omegas.

What would it feel like to have someone like him manhandling me?

Manhandling Cygnus?

“Why didn’t you come over and join in, if you wanted?” Cygnus adds.

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