Page 137 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

My lead alpha grips my hair at the scalp and jerks my head to the side, and my beta positions us so that my neck is exposed.

Mason’s cock sinks into me in one harsh thrust. His knot bumps against my sensitive clit and goose bumps lift on my skin.

Flashbacks, hazy moments of memory flash in my mind. Mason under me while I ride him. Mason holding me against the mattress and fucking me senseless.

The blackout from the heat is a tragedy.

Trick latches onto my breast to nip and suck at my nipple while Mason fucks me hard and Vin spears his tongue into my mouth.

I’m trapped beneath the three of them, and there’s nowhere I’d rather be.

The thrusts are harsh and full, driving into me like his body is demanding he go harder, deeper, more. Mason stakes his claim of ownership over me in how he impales me on his cock while watching his packmates please me in other ways.

“I’m . . . Fuck, Izzy. Are you ready?”

I have no idea what to be ready for, but whatever it is, I definitely am.

“Please.” The plea is thin and desperate.

Mase lifts my ankles over his arms and pushes hard against my pussy. His knot pops into me and stars explode in my mind.

The pressure is so overwhelming, and my whole body wracks with the flush of endorphins and pleasure.

And then Trick strikes.

He lashes out with his teeth, his hand in my hair squeezing hard enough to sting while he holds my head where he wants it.

His teeth snap high on my neck, right below my ear. They sink in, and the shock and contrast of the sharp pain blasts my core into another orgasm.

The swirl of energy and emotion connects as I writhe beneath my guys.

My nails leave long, jagged scratches down Mason’s forearms.

He calls out my name as he comes hard. He spills warmth into me and my instincts take hold because I strike at Vin.

He’d been near and still encouraging me with kisses while the guys play with me. His mouth is so close and I want it.

My hands move of their own accord to grab his jaw and wrench him in for another kiss. My fingertips press hard enough to bruise.

Except, unlike every prior kiss, I bite hard on his lower lip.

Intention and action blend in a heady mix as the bond locks into place.

The half-moon of teeth marks at the corner of his mouth and extending slightly to his chin is an angry red as the slightest bit of blood wells up.

When he kisses me despite the mess, his desire for me blends with my own and ratchets up the demand. The link is an electric wire feeding me how fucking aroused he is and how much he craves me. Vin’s palm works furiously on his cock, but I stop him.

“Your cum belongs inside me. Don’t you dare waste what’s mine.”

“When you say shit like that, it makes it worse, not better,” he mutters. My beta falls onto his back with his arm over his eyes.

Vin limps over to the bathroom while the rest of us relax in the bed. He washes the blood off his face and brings back a warm, wet rag.

Mason and I rotate so we can lie beside each other with my leg over his hip. He’s got a pretty good refractory period, so we only need to stay together for a little while before finishing what we want to do.

The guys take their time gently cleaning Trick’s bite on my neck and then wiping Trick’s face clean.

He resists it. He says he likes having my blood on him.

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