Page 78 of Puck & Her Blades

It’s overwhelming like it was made for me alone. I feel fucking feral.

Jackson bares his teeth, and his canines glint like he’s fighting the same battle as me.

“You’re also shivering.” He pulls back with difficulty, slipping off the coat from his shoulders.

I can’t help scanning him to see if he’s still suffering from yesterday’s beating.

He seems to be moving stiffly but trying to hide it.

My eyes widen, as he throws his coat over my shoulders with a flourish.

Then he pulls me closer by his coat, which is far too large on me, sweeping all the way to the ice. He drags me into his arms.

He studies me for a long moment in silence.

The air is thick with tension.

I can’t read him.

He’s so serious.

“All right now?” Jackson asks.

“Good, thanks.” I pull at the soft coat, which is better than any of the thin, scratchy clothes that I’ve been given.

I love that I now smell of both my Omega and Alpha.

Plus, I adore the way that their scents intermingle with mine.

It feels right

Jackson must agree because he takes a deep breath, and his pupils dilate.

He shivers, and it’s not because of the cold.

Then he almost smiles. “Dance for me.”

There’s so much emotion in those three words.

He sees me.

Not the mascot or the Reject, but the woman underneath.

He makes me feel both beautiful and strong at the same time.

Suddenly, there’s nothing that I want more than to dance for him, especially as I’m cocooned in his scent.

When he draws away, I raise my arms, arching my back and deliberately baring the long column of my throat for him.

He growls.

The move lifts his long coat off the ice. Then I raise my leg into a layback spin.

Jackson’s piercing gaze never leaves me.

He’s my private audience.

Then I skate back to him, grinning. “Why don’t you put your skates on and join me?”

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