Page 93 of Puck & Her Blades

“I can dance,” he cocks his head, “like I’m fucking you standing up. I can also do that, if you want. I’d love to fuck you to music, as you’re caught between Asher and me. Jackson doesn’t dance because he likes the leaning at the bar looking broody vibe. I also make the best popcorn on movie nights and I’m good at ordering in pizza. Just don’t expect me to cook. I’ll kick anyone’s ass who even thinks of hurting you. I’ll be loyal and cherish you. I watch my pack and team’s back. I swear, more than anything, I won’t abandon you.”

A shadow chases across Zev’s eyes.

Has someone abandoned him in his past?

“I won’t abandon you either, Zev,” I whisper.

Zev’s eyes widen, before he drags me closer. “I want to kiss you.”

“Everybody’s watching.”

“That’s the point.”

I flush but nod.

He winds his hand into my hair and pulls me into a slow, sensuous kiss.

His lips are plush, perfectly kissable.

I sigh and lazily kiss back, enjoying his chocolate taste and the incredible way that his piercing dances across my tongue.

I could kiss him for hours, days, a lifetime.

Hell, it’s what he’s offering me.

Is this truly what I’m going to be able to do? Kiss Zev like this every day? Sleep wrapped in Jackson’s scent? Help Cygnus through his next heat?

And I definitely want to try being fucked to music, as I dance with Asher and him.

Will I be at their movie and pizza nights? Cheer their games and not simply as a mascot? Help them train, while they massage the stiffness and pain out of my damaged leg on cold mornings?

Are they truly offering me a whole new life together?

Zev draws back from the kiss with a final few soft nibbles like he can’t bear for our lips to part.

Blinking, I’m dazed.

Zev catches my chin in his strong fingers, and even in the middle of this vast hall, it’s like we’re the only ones here. “Haven’t you worked it out yet? Cyg and Jackson have always seen you as their Omega, and I’ll support them because I love them more than my own damn life. Then every hour that I’ve heard them talk about you and seen how you are with them, I’ve been falling for you too. You’re the only one who we’ve ever wanted. We’d have died, before choosing any other Omega.”

Realization breaks over me like the dawn.

These men would have risked anything to add me to their pack.

This whole selection party — the grand ballroom, luxurious evening dress, and serenade on the piano — has been for me.

Only me.

My pulse is racing so fast that I can barely think.

I feel like I did on the night of the World Championships, when I was so certain that one final jump would win me gold.

But what if I fall now, as well?

What if this dream also crashes and burns?

Zev leaps up. “Come on, the others are in the private room, waiting for us, or more accurately, waiting for your answer. Ash will be bouncing off the walls by now like Tigger on speed. My bet is that Jackson has taken Ash over his lap to calm him down, and trust me, that’s hot enough not to want to miss.”

He shoots me a cheeky grin.

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