Page 135 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

“I’m gonna spank your ass until you can’t sit,” Trick says, his voice gravelly.

“Can’t do that from where you are.”

I reach up and tuck my thumb under the thong and stretch it aside.

“Fucking hell, Izzy,” Vin groans. “You’re trying to kill us.”

“Then come punish me for it,” I reply.

Vin and Trick hurry to get undressed, but Mason knows what’s what. He doesn’t bother. He leaps onto the bed and scoops an arm around my waist.

In two seconds flat, he’s gotten to me and slammed me against the mattress. He wrestles the dress overhead and the latches on my bra snap from his enthusiasm.

Mason settles himself between my legs. Frantic kisses nip at my mouth and spike endorphins into my system. He traps my wrists against the surface.

I bite his lip hard enough to leave bruises and he smiles at the rough treatment.

“Uncontrolled and convincing,” I remind him.

“Keep it up and I’m gonna rut into you anyway.”

He grinds his hips against my core, and I am absolutely certain I’ve destroyed his handsome suit with my slick.

Mason moves to my neck and sucks hard on my skin. He tongues the bruise it leaves behind and then leaves another right below it.

Trick slides onto the bed beside us and finger combs my hair away.

“Such a good little omega for us,” he murmurs. “Mason’s going to eat your pretty pussy while we discuss where you want your bites.”

The alpha on top of me needs no further encouragement. He leaves surface-level bites on my shoulder, my breasts, and hips before he reaches my core.

He finally makes it to the apex of my thighs but sits up to loosen his tie and undo the top buttons of his shirt.

The bed rocks as he falls onto the surface, wraps his arms under my thighs, and runs his tongue all the way up my center.

My fuckboy eagerly licks and sucks at my pussy. His face is covered in my slick, but he doesn’t seem to care. If anything, it encourages him.

He sinks his nails into my thighs and even nips at my lips. I’m going to be covered in teeth marks from Mason alone.

He tongues my clit and my back bows up off the mattress. I sink my hands in his hair and moan his name.

Vin cups my breast and gives the other side of my neck the same treatment.

“Where, Izzy? Where do you want us to mark you?” Trick asks. His eyes are dark and his voice is rough, and in my peripheral vision, I can see his heavy cock, the knot already beginning to bulge.

“Somewhere everyone can see.”

“You’re the perfect woman, do you know that?” Mason says from between my legs.

“It still has to be convincing,” Trick notes.

“Then I’ll leave it to you, just make it somewhere visible.”

“I want the same,” he says.

Mason spears his tongue into me and it makes me squirm.

When I turn to Vin to ask what he wants, he’s stripped everything off for our fun.

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