Page 134 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

I’d have been underconfident and unsure.

It’s been a long month of them proving every day how much they want me.

And a long month settling into the fact that I want it too, as long as it’s with them.

Am I sure I want this?

“Absofuckinglutely.”

The joy in their faces is worth every tear I’ve shed over them. It’s this brilliant, infectious optimism that steals my breath.

“Can we get to it already?” Vin asks.

“What did the lawyers tell you?” I ask.

“Make it as uncontrolled as possible. It has to be convincing if we want to avoid the Admin’s wrath. They despise it when people take bonds into their own hands and punish those who do.”

“Uncontrolled,” I reply.

“That’s what he said. Uncontrolled and convincing.”

“Then don’t hold back,” I say. “Fuck me like you mean it. I’m yours to play with.”

“Enough!” Mason hollers. He snatches my arm and throws me over his shoulder.

My alpha carries me up the stairs and into my room.

I haven’t been in here since my last night, so I didn’t know that they’d changed it.

The closet is full of new clothes in my size.

The walls are painted my favorite color, a soothing lavender. The bathroom’s been renovated into a pretty matching patterned tile.

Every surface is soft. Twinkling overhead lights mimic starbursts on a plum-colored night-sky ceiling.

And the bed is now an Alaskan king that takes up half the room.

Mason sets me on the soft surface and I sink into the fluffy comforter folded across the foot.

We’re here. This is it.

Nervousness pools in my gut. The guys seem to realize it too. They’re all frozen at the foot of the bed.

They’re waiting for an invitation.

Their scents fill the room. Their bodies are rigid with anxious anticipation and they shift uncomfortably on their feet.

And because I cannot help myself, I grin at them but say nothing.

Instead of an explicit invitation, I crawl into the middle and sit up on my knees, facing away from them.

With a last smirk over my shoulder, I bend over to rest my cheek on the mattress and flip up my skirt.

Right now, they’re staring at my ass in the air in a thong with a blue-jeweled plug in my ass.

Their harsh curses make me laugh.

I shake my hips at them.

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