Page 141 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

I throw my head back and ride Trick while letting him direct my movements.

In the corner of my eye, Vin’s stroking himself again and I reach for him.

I pump Vin with my hand while Trick splits my pussy open with that thick shaft.

“Enough, Izzy,” Vin says with a laugh. “You don’t want me to come in your hand.”

“Oh, sorry,” I say. He positions himself behind me, and Mason hands him the bottle of lube.

This time, when Vin pushes into my ass, there’s only the slightest, most delicious resistance.

Trick encourages me to lie on his chest.

The alpha below me remains sunk deep inside me while the beta behind me fucks my ass.

I’m so full, fuller than I can ever remember feeling. I know we did this during the heat, but only because they told me.

Now, with every movement and shift like a blazing light in my mind, I mourn the memory loss.

Because this is fucking perfect.

The pull and drag inside me conflicts with Trick’s unmoving stretch.

My heart races and the pulse point on my neck beats so adamantly I can feel it.

Mason’s lying beside us and braids his fingers with mine. Trick kisses the top of my head, and the contrast is severe to the one behind me making my vision blur.

Vin picks up speed and lets loose. He licks the bite on his lip and a shudder runs through us both. I use my and Mason’s joined hands to invite him closer.

I surge forward, sinking my teeth into the meaty part where Mason’s shoulder and neck meet. It’s just high enough to be visible over a jacket collar.

His eyes roll into the back of his head. He whispers my name, the soft word a prayer to his favorite object of worship.

Mason tenses and relaxes into the bond, and it’s like he hasn’t been at peace until this moment.

The action makes Vin slow to a stop.

When I finally let Mason go, he rolls onto his back and stares at the ceiling with wonder in his eyes.

He turns his head back to me, and the sweetest smile spreads on his face.

“Love of my life,” he whispers.

“Me too,” I mouth back.

“And lust.”

“That never changed.”

I settle onto Trick’s chest, and he wraps his arms around me. Vin massages my lower back while Mason plays with my fingers.

“Best for last?” Trick murmurs to me.

In my peripheral vision, Mason rolls his eyes.

“The best things are worth waiting for,” I tell them.

“I’ve been waiting my whole life for you.”

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