Page 85 of Puck & Her Blades

“Cyg’s health means that he’s not strong enough for rough play but you…?” Jackson drops to one knee at the side of the bench and places his large hand on my stomach, tracing circles. I whine, desperate for him to touch me somewhere more intimate. And the bastard knows it, but I’m not in control here. “I love how strong you are. You don’t want me to be gentle with you, do you? Unless you prefer this…?”

He dances his fingers down to my inner thigh, massaging it, before stroking upward in infuriatingly soft touches around my pussy but never actually touching me where I need him to.

Where I’m desperate for him to…

I whine again, and my back arches.

“Now this,” he continues calmly, “is how I’d touch Cyg. I’d massage him gently. I have to always be careful that I’m not straining him or pushing him into a fever. When Zev becomes too wild, he has Ash to pin down, bite, and pound into as roughly as he likes because they both love that, especially after a game. An Alpha’s aggression is high after playing hockey and Zev needs to either fight or fuck. And I fight and fuck Zev even more roughly. This isn’t too much for you too, right?”

He teases his fingers further away back to my thigh again, while leaving me with such a hot image of both Ash and Zev being dominated that I can’t take it anymore.

I snap.

“Fucking touch me,” I yell. “Hard and rough. I’m no different to Ash or Zev. I won’t break either.”

When Jackson’s dancing gaze meets mine, I realize that I’ve just been played.

But only in the most pleasurable way.

“If you insist,” Jackson drawls. “But I don’t take orders, at least, not without consequences.”

Then he slaps his fingers hard against my pussy.

I yelp, but I’m so wet from his teasing that the slap only sends the most incredible vibrations shooting through my core.

I nearly say again but catch myself.

Jackson doesn’t accept orders.

His hand hesitates like he’s waiting for me to issue a command. When I don’t, he slides the same fingers that have slapped me, expertly down my pussy, rubbing and stroking in reward.

Pleasure sparks through me.

“Good Omega.” Jackson thumbs across my clit, while scissoring fingers down my pussy.

Then he thrusts his fingers into me just as hard as I begged him to but he’s watching my face closely. His shoulders relax, as I gasp in delight.

He adds a third finger, and I become even wetter at the delicious stretch.

I’m glad that Cygnus has already fucked me.

Jackson’s fingers are elegant but large, and he’s crooking them in a way that’s hitting a spot inside me, which is making me keen each time.

Then he leans closer and whispers hot into my ear, “What if someone walked in here right now and saw you, spread, tied, and exposed on this bench?”

I become even wetter, and he fingers me harder.

I moan, and my eyes flutter closed.

“What if…” His voice drops to a whisper that’s as sharp as an icicle, as his lips kiss across the base of my throat. “…We were in front of the crowd in the intermission, and you were the entertainment. They were all watching, while the Captain of the Blades fingered the mascot, transforming her into a…panting…writhing…mess of gorgeous Omega.”

“Fuck.” I flush with a hot humiliation that only makes me wetter, as he paints the picture vividly in my mind. Everyone’s looking at me. “I need to come. Please…”

“Not yet.” There’s the rustle of clothing. I go to open my eyes, but Jackson commands, “Keep your pretty eyes closed.”

I snap my eyes shut.

I try to speak but I feel overwhelmed with sensation and pleasure.

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