Page 132 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

“About the same time we ask you to bond with us. We thought we’d need to soften you up with some teasing in the theater box, but clearly that isn’t necessary.”

Vin and Trick come through the door to the theater together. They’re smiling and talking, and each have wine glasses in hand for themselves and us.

Mason and I both grin like idiots at them.

“What?” Trick asks.

“We’re going home,” I tell them.

“But the show—” Vin starts.

“We’re going home. Now,” Mason demands.

Chapter Nineteen

Trick peels to a stop in the garage, and it throws me against the back of his car seat. I’d been straddling Mason and the abrupt halt disconnects us.

Mason scrabbles at my dress and yanks me to him.

“I’m going to fuck you in this car if we don’t get out right now,” he growls.

Our lead alpha throws the back door open. Giggling, I tuck my head so Mason can hand me out to Trick.

“I can walk,” I comment.

“Not when we’re done with you,” he whispers in my ear and nips at my earlobe.

I giddily kick my feet while he carefully navigates the laundry room and heads into the kitchen.

Trick sets me on the island, and the abrupt fall on a hard surface makes me wince.

Vin sees all, so of course he calls me on it.

“Something to share with your pack, omega?” he asks.

My lips spread in a Cheshire grin.

“Whatever do you mean?”

Trick stands in front of me and crosses his arms. It makes his forearms bulge under his rolled-up shirtsleeves and my mind has a hidden flashback to how that looks while he grips himself.

“What have you done, little brat?”

“Nothing bad.”

“Can it be nothing good?” Mason asks.

The two of us never actually explained anything to Trick and Vin other than the general agreement we’d come to about bonding.

“I may have had the same idea as you for tonight,” I admit to them all.

“Okay, and?” Trick asks.

“There are three of you.”

“That is how math works.”

“You’re such an ass.”

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