Page 140 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

He looks up at the ceiling, his lips tightening. By the time he rolls his head back to me, he’s resigned.

“No,” he tells me. “I don’t need a bond to know you’re mine. I’m not like these barbarians.”

Mason and Trick razz him.

“I knew I couldn’t bite an omega, Izzy. I’m fine with that. I’m happy with who and how I am. The rest of the world can shove it up their judgmental asses.”

His words resonate.

In this moment, surrounded by the guys I love but that others would try to keep from me, I embrace what I’ve been working toward.

I am enough, for me and for them.

“That’s my guy,” I reply.

“You do still have to bite two of us,” Trick interjects.

“Oh, did you want a bond?”

“That’s it,” he says with a laugh.

Trick rolls us over until he’s sitting cross-legged with me laid over his lap.

His hand rubs a circle on my ass cheek, then the meat of his palm slaps my backside. I yelp, and all three of them cackle.

“Trick!” I squeal.

He spanks me again, harder this time, and massages the impact site.

“Stop sassing me when I’m trying to fuck you until you pass out,” he says and lays another slap on my other ass cheek.

I writhe and wriggle, but he keeps me steady with a hand on my back.

Another spank comes, and it tenses my sore ass. I finally roll out of his grip and scurry for the end of the bed.

He bellows a laugh and grapples with me. We jostle on the surface and barrel into Mason, but somehow I end up straddling Trick.

My alpha peers up at me. His eyes crinkle at the corners and his hands squeeze my legs. He rubs his thumb between my legs and then circles Mason’s bite mark with it.

Mason sucks in a breath.

“It won’t always be this sensitive,” Trick tells us. “Let’s enjoy it for now.”

“Are you asking for sex, alpha? I’m scandalized!”

“Get on my cock or I’ll spank you so hard the Admin’s doctors will find the handprint next year.”

Giggling, I shift my hips and position his shaft at my opening.

We both let out a sigh once he’s seated to the hilt. Shifting my position, I roll my pelvis and grind against his bulging knot.

“Isabelle,” he says, the word full of reproach.

“Patrick,” I reply to match his energy.

Trick shakes his head and grabs my hips to force me down on him.

My fingers dig into his chest until my nails break the skin and my fingers leave bruises behind.

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