Page 123 of Puck & Her Blades

Then I hear Cygnus falling apart too.

His scream is louder than mine.

I collapse, sated and languid.

My limbs feel like taffy.

I’ve never felt this relaxed.

My thighs are wet with slick.

The hum of the vibrators stop, as they’re turned off.

Asher pecks my cheek, massaging my shoulders. “You were perfect for me, babe.”

Contentment warms me.

My eyes are only half open now, as I watch Asher gently wrap Cygnus in a soft blanket and curl with him on the bed next to him. He plays with Cygnus’ hair, as Cygnus melts against him.

Zev crawls to kneel on the far side of me, and to my shock, Jackson launches up with a growl.

He leans over me; his eyes are dark and wild. “My turn now.”

Then Jackson kisses me, brutally.

I reach up and hold onto his shoulders, hard enough to bruise.

Yet when Jackson draws back, his words are soft, “I love you.”

The truth of those words shake me.

He grabs my hands, pinning them above my head, and slides his cock into me in one long, slow thrust.

I groan, baring my neck in instinctive submission.

“Say your safe word, figs, if you truly need me to stop. Otherwise, I’m going to fuck, knot, and breed you. I’m going to mark you as mine.”

Then he doesn’t wait for me to adjust. I’m already slick and ready for him, after my first orgasms.

He pounds into me, hard and fast.

Hockey players have the best hip strength.

Thank god for his years of exercises and early morning practices.

So. Fucking. Worth it.

He reaches down to rub over my clit, and my skin feels like it’s on fire.

Then all of a sudden, he hits the right angle, and it’s like I’m electrified.

“F-fuck.” I wind my arms around Jackson, scratching down his back.

He bares his teeth, and his pupils dilate at the sudden burst of pain.

He only fucks me harder. The bed bounces.

I howl, and my mind blanks.

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