Page 142 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

“Then it’s time to lock it down.”

He shakes his head with a smile. “How did I end up with you as my omega?”

“My unstoppable charisma.”

“Can your unstoppable charisma make me fill you with cum? Bite me when it happens. It’ll extend the orgasm and everyone will feel it. I’m the last bond. This should settle everything into place.”

Pressing up, I work my hips to push back onto both him and Vin.

The man behind me directs me with hands on my hips. His fingertips graze over Mason’s mark, and the pleasure filters into the connections between us.

Vin makes the mistake of sucking on my neck, exactly where Trick marked me, and the connection of so many bonds wracks us all with ecstasy.

He shoves me onto Trick’s chest again. With his hand planted firmly on my spine between my shoulder blades, he lets loose. The cadence accelerates and there’s nothing I can do but submit.

I love every moment of it.

Vin comes while fucking into me wildly and then collapses on top of me. The ecstasy washes through us like a tide coming in.

“Damn, V,” Mason says.

“Shut up,” he replies. “I need an hour or two to recover enough to move again.”

“You’re squishing me,” I note.

Muttering, he’s careful as he withdraws.

It’s now my lead alpha and me. I wouldn’t put it past him to have planned going last, not only for the delayed gratification but so that he gets me all to himself.

Trick sits up so that I’m straddling him and holds me close in his lap.

Our eyes connect. I know the question he has because I’m sending him back the answer.

You good? his gaze asks.

Never better, my sly smile replies.

“Enough,” he says. “I can’t take the teasing anymore. Bond with me, Isabelle.”

I cup his face, leave a sensual kiss behind, and ride him. He’s rock hard and has been for long enough it’s probably painful.

“You’re mine, Patrick,” I murmur to him. “Mine forever.”

I drop onto his shaft and rotate my hips so his knot will massage my clit.

We’re working hard at it. Exhausted limbs quake between us. His neck muscles tense while he tries to wait for me to come.

He’s groaning, his cock rock hard, and I force his knot inside me.

He cups the back of my neck and massages his bite mark, and the sensation floods the bond and reverberates.

“Now, Izzy. Bite me right fucking now,” he demands.

My teeth are sharp and severe this time. I take no mercy as I snap onto his neck in the exact place he’d bitten me.

The groans from the guys are this ancient cry of pleasure and pain. All of them react as if it’s them in his place.

Patrick Wyatt, lead alpha of the new Wyatt Pack, submits and accepts the bond with enthusiasm.

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