Page 65 of Puck & Her Blades

Wait, what?

I stare at Cygnus, shocked.

I’ve seriously misjudged both his kinky side and how much of a brat he is.

I nudge Cygnus, pushing him away. Then I yank up my underwear and pants, while he slips off the condom, dropping it casually to the floor, before happily throwing himself back into his nest.

He sighs, stretching and yawning.

“Fucking always makes me sleepy. Well, normally it’s being fucked but…” He casts me a shy look that I no longer believe, before tiredly settling onto his back in the nest. “It uses up all my energy. I need a nap. The doctors say so.”

“Are you okay?” Finally, concern almost meets my level of embarrassment.

“He’s fine,” Asher reassures, while scanning Cygnus carefully in a way that tells me he’s done it many times before and isn’t taking any chances with his health. “The doctors say is one of Cyg’s tricks. He uses it whenever he wants to sleep, rather than get up to go on a run with me, when his sister has summoned him, or to avoid eating certain vegetables.”

“They really did ban me from eating carrots,” Cygnus protests.

Yeah, right.

I laugh.

Cygnus glances up happily at Asher, before holding his arms out to him.

Asher smiles at him, tenderly. “Cuddle in a moment, babe.” Then he looks at me. “To be fair, I was only coming into my locker room. I didn’t expect to come across naked Omegas fucking. I’m not always that lucky.”

That is fair.

Damn.

I cross my arms.

Wait, what does he mean lucky? Is Asher flirting with me?

Asher shoots me an easy smile.

He’s like a giant golden retriever. I’d have to stand on my tiptoes but I have the desperate urge to pet his gorgeous tumble of golden hair.

Then he grins, pressing a switch on the wall. Instantly, the light in the shower room transforms to glowing red like it’s a classy nightclub.

I jump, as at the same time, M.I.A.’s hip-hop hymn to sexual prowess, “Bad Girls”, bursts out from hidden speakers.

“The New York Coyotes know how to have proper post-match fun,” Asher says above the music. “Their idea of a good time doesn’t involve being yelled at by their coach.”

Then he strides across the room and snatches me by the hand.

His gaze holds mine for a long moment, before he bends down and whispers close to my ear, “Are you a bad girl?”

My eyes widen, as Asher pulls me to his chest, before twirling me around Cygnus’ nest in the middle of the room with as much energy, as if he hadn’t just played an Alpha NHL ice hockey game.

I cling to him just trying to keep up.

Cygnus watches us with a lazy smile. “Can you have your party somewhere else? Some of us are trying to sleep.”

“Trying to pretend to sleep,” Asher replies, before his playful gaze meets mine. “It’s weird to introduce myself now, babe, since apparently we’ve already had a threesome…”

I choke on my own tongue. “I…we…I mean…”

He tightens his arms around my waist. “It’s cool. Although, you could at least have allowed me to come. Harsh. How about allowing me to come next time that you play with me, huh? And I’m Ash, by the way.”

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