Page 83 of Puck & Her Blades

Then he runs it suggestively between his hands.

“What are you going to do with that?” I ask.

“No more questions,” he commands. “I’m going to claim you, and you’re going to take it because you’re mine.”

I know that he’s checking in with me.

“Yeah,” I answer.

“Yes, Captain, is the correct answer,” Jackson snaps. “You’re on my team now, remember.”

I thrill at that.

He truly has accepted me.

Jackson Fucking Blade wants me on his team.

This is literally my dream fantasy.

“Yes, Captain.” I stretch out on the bench, as his coat splays out around me.

I love that I’m surrounded safely in his scent.

I’m already sinking, warm and fuzzy into his spicy mulled wine aroma.

When he strokes his hands down my side, I moan. He carefully unlaces my skates and pulls them off, setting them aside.

Then to my shock, he firmly grips my hands between a single one of his, squeezing my wrists together like he’s testing me. “Still fine?”

“More than fine.”

“You look so good with my hand around both your tiny wrists.” Then his voice drops to a dangerously low whisper, “You’re going to look even better with those tiny wrists tied to this bench.”

Oh, fuck.

Yes please.

He stands over me, and I’m covered in his shadow.

My pulse is pounding in my ears. I hold myself still because I don’t want to shatter this dream.

Jackson gives my wrists a final squeeze. “Keep still.”

“Yes, Captain.”

He leans down, and his black hair tumbles across my cheek. “Good Omega.”

I sigh, tingling all over in a way that I never have before.

Jackson pulls one of my arms to one side of the bench and the other to the opposite side, before deftly tying me to the underside of the bench with the scarf.

He ties the knot efficiently.

He’s done this before.

I didn’t know that I’d love bondage this much.

I bet Cygnus didn’t guess that this is how his scarf was going to end up being used tonight.

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