Page 94 of Puck & Her Blades

I push myself up hurriedly, because the image of Ash bare assed over his Captain’s lap is fucking hot.

I’m startled, when Zev instantly grabs me around the waist and hauls me over his shoulder.

I let out an oomph.

I redden, but shit, I’m not complaining. I dangle over Zev’s shoulder, stroking my hands down his back and staring at his tight ass.

Scandalized gasps arise around us, along with whispers and what I’m definite is Wolfie’s snicker.

“What are you doing?” I demand, leaning as far as I can to smack Zev’s ass.

If he can throw me over his shoulder, then I can smack his ass.

That’s fair, right?

Zev merely chuckles.

“Isn’t this my Omega selection party?” He says loudly, and I’m certain that it’s for the benefit of the other Omegas, who are recording us on their phones. Then he spins in a circle, and I feel dizzy. “I’m officially selecting my Omega.”

He’s enjoying this.

I see now why he’s such a beautiful PR nightmare.

Yet I’ve wanted to be acknowledged publicly, and he’s certainly done that now.

Then he trots happily through the crowds, who part for him, holding my legs to keep me securely over his shoulder. I could’ve balanced without his help but I’m enjoying the ride. It feels halfway between dancing and fucking, which apparently, is one of his kinky talents.

I’m disappointed, when he carefully lets me down.

For a moment, I’m unsteady, and Zev slings his arm casually around my shoulder.

When I rest my head against Zev’s chest, he seems surprised and pleased. He curls his arm tighter around me.

I take a deeper breath of his chocolate vodka scent.

Then I glance up and realize that we’re both standing at the far side of the ballroom, facing one of the golden drapes.

I furrow my brow in confusion.

Zev grabs the edge of the drape and pulls it to the side with a flourish to reveal a hidden, ornate door with a gleaming handle.

“Wow, a secret door.” Then I laugh. “Is this the rabbit hole that leads down into Wonderland? Am I meant to be your Alice?”

“Aren’t you more like my White Puck Bunny?” Zev’s lips quirk. “I should have known that my sweet Cyg showed you his favorite book. When he’s trapped in both Blade House and his own mind, it helps him to feel that he could have all those adventures into other lands. But yeah, this is your chance to take that risk and fall, love. But this time, we’ll be there to catch you.”

Suddenly, it’s hard to talk. I feel choked by tears.

There’s no going back. I know that.

But I also know the dangers that lie ahead.

If I do this, then I accept the selection but that doesn’t mean Roarke, as Head Alpha, has to.

How will he react to being outmaneuvered like this?

Determined, I grab the handle.

It feels cold and solid.

---