Page 67 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

When I glance the question at him, he nods to Trick.

The man is sitting there, watching us intently, with a pleased smile on his face.

“Oh, you two are such assholes!” I scream.

They burst out laughing, and I struggle to get away from them both. Vin wrestles with me playfully and holds me tight to his chest.

“Don’t be like that,” Trick says. “The entire first floor smells like loamy earth and hot honey. The second I walked in the door, I knew something was happening.”

I pout at them both.

“Show me,” Trick says. He puts on that authoritative tone that makes me both want to agree and argue.

“I don’t know if you deserve it after that.”

“You enjoyed it as much as we did.”

“Not the point.”

Trick grips his hard shaft, visible in his pants.

“Show me what it looks like to fuck my beta, Izzy. You’d be the first.”

“The first?”

“Yeah,” Vin says. “We’ve never been with a woman together. Neither of us are much for flings anymore.”

Desire swells that this moment is mine. It belongs to no one else. These men have picked me for it and I want to give it to them so very much.

I straddle Vin and plant my hands on his chest still covered by his shirt. When I sit up, the blanket cascades away.

Trick examines us through hooded eyes. I lean back and lift my ass to tease him. A moan slips out while I shift my hips to sink Vin into me.

“You are so much trouble,” he says.

“You love trouble.”

“I think I might. You gonna sit there, or can you make him orgasm?”

“She’s been edging me for over an hour,” Vin adds. “Pretty sure my balls are in septic shock.”

Trick chuckles and says, “In that case, come here, Izzy.”

“Fuck that!” Vin scowls, but Trick holds up a hand.

“Have a little faith,” Trick replies.

And I do. I know this man. He wouldn’t leave Vin high and dry.

So to speak.

My muscles ache and slick coats my skin in a sticky mess. I crawl off Vin and flop onto the floor.

The couch is destroyed. It’ll probably smell like me forever. They’ll have to replace it before the new omega gets here.

Take that, bitch.

While I’m inching my way weakly to Trick, I plot to mark every piece of furniture in the house with my scent.

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