Page 139 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

“Focus here, omega,” Trick snaps. “We’re going to get you through the first few minutes. You have a priority, and it’s sucking my cock.”

Vin presses inside my ass slowly, so slowly, pausing when I tense so Mason can roll his thumb over my clit.

The bond to him reverberates with intense pleasure, and it adds to the heady blend of emotions already roiling in my brain.

Between Vin’s skin on mine, Trick’s hands on me as he uses my mouth, and Mason teasing and stoking the arousal burning in my core, my mind blanks to a beautiful abyss of gratification.

Their scents and voices vibrate in my hindbrain and my body relaxes into submission.

As Vin sinks in to the hilt, Mason nips at my thighs. Trick’s still shoving my mouth onto his cock, so I don’t expect it when Mason strikes.

Teeth sink into the inside of my thigh only inches from my core. The bite is harsher than my first, and Trick wrenches my head back so I can scream out the sensation.

Pleasure and pain mingle in a miasma of contrasts that make each seem that much more heightened.

Vin holds me steady while every muscle pulses and the bond locks into place. Mason licks the wound and then sucks on my clit.

The moan I let out is long and low, but the alpha between my legs slaps Vin’s backside to spur him into action.

Vin withdraws and sinks back into me, and I tilt my hips to encourage him more.

There are so many sensations ping-ponging around in my system that it’s hard to keep everything straight.

Their scents clog my thoughts and the sensations they wrest from me sink any chance I have of maintaining my control.

Vin holds my leg and fucks fully into me while Mason sucks on my clit and rubs my slick and his cum on his bite mark.

“Fuuuuck, Mason,” I moan. “I can’t breathe.”

They both slow down and let me settle into the new sensations.

“Tell us how you feel, Izzy,” Trick prompts.

“That was... intense. Not bad, but overwhelming. Why did you have to bite there, now?” I ask with a laugh.

“You wear those shorts all the time. I figured this would be visible. Anyone looking where they shouldn’t will be reminded who you belong to.”

Yes, I am my own person.

He doesn’t actually own me.

But also, holy hell that was hot and he’d better say it again.

I comb my fingers through his hair, and the guys all back off to give me some space. Mason cleans the wound on my leg, and I roll onto my stomach to stretch.

The guys decide that we’re taking a break, which is not very uncontrolled and impulsive but it is very on-brand for my pack.

We nap for a bit, the four of us lounging together and the guys massaging my muscles or skimming fingers over my skin. Vin once again assumes the mantle of caretaker.

They don’t push me for more. My alphas have both bitten me, but so far I’ve only marked our beta.

“Do you want to bite me, Vin?” I ask softly.

He turns his head to me, that easy smile and those kind eyes taking me in.

“It won’t do anything.”

“That isn’t a reason not to do it.”

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