Page 15 of Puck & Her Blades

He looks menacing. He’s a head taller than I am.

“Are you mocking me?” He cages me against the wall, growling.

What the fuck is it with today? First I’m threatened by a coach and now by a mascot.

I guess that he expects me to cower and beg.

He’s picking on the wrong Omega.

I smirk, and I feel weirdly bulletproof inside my costume.

“Why?” I ask, pretending innocence. “Is that your kink? Do you want me to?”

He instantly backs off. “N-no. W-what the f-fuck?”

“It was the bad wolf that turned you on, wasn’t it?” I purr, slinking after him with a sultry swing of my hips. I channel my Beyonce vibes…well, if she’d ever dressed as a mascot. “You’re a naughty wolf with a dick that’s smaller than that pathetic tongue. I’m right, aren’t I? Is that why you talk so big, bullying Omegas? Your furry ass should be spanked.”

I think that I hear a light, musical laugh from behind Wolfie.

Is somebody else here, watching?

Wolfie stumbles back another step. “Shut up. Who the hell are you?”

I spin. “My name is Puck. And I’m the only Omega hockey mascot.”

He points at me. “My team is going to kick your team’s ass.”

“I was wrong. We have incredible hate sex chemistry. Perhaps, we should fuck.” I tilt my head. Who knew that it’d be so much fun to play with Wolfie? “But how about we wait until the Blades kick the Wolves’ asses?”

“Our Puck has already kicked their mascot’s ass. I intended to step in, but it turns out that I don’t need to fight her battles,” a sweet, soft voice says from the doorway. “I love smart.”

My eyes widen.

A male Omega is standing watching us both. He’s just listened to all of that and looks proudly delighted.

Cygnus, the Blades’ bonded Omega.

Roarke’s son.

I’ve seen Cygnus on the television, waving from the benches at the front, as he loyally watches every one of his pack’s matches.

He’s never been at practice, so I’ve haven’t seen him in person.

Or stalked, whatever.

Because if I had, then I wouldn’t only have been whispering Jackson as I came in the dark of the night.

I’d have been murmuring Cygnus, Cygnus, Cygnus…

He’s like an advert for the ideal Omega sprung to life and fuck, he’s transcendent.

Nothing has prepared me for him.

When Cygnus’ wide, startlingly violet eyes meet mine, my breath catches. I feel like he’s looking into my soul and catching it to hold in his heart.

I’m trapped by his gaze.

I’m lost in him.

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