Page 94 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

Trick has thought of everything.

The revelation earlier about his other pack was shocking, but I’d figured out there was something holding him back. He’s too guarded. He thinks I can’t tell when he holds back, but I see it clearly.

There’s a number of funky-shaped pillows and supports. I toss them all into the main closet area and gather the blankets and pillows as well.

There’s also a drawer full of brand new toys and bottles of various liquids. They have expiration dates far in the future, which means that these are recent purchases.

Whether that’s wishful thinking or simply pragmatism is something I should ask him.

Izzy as our omega.

For real.

In earnest.

She moans in the next room, so I rush gathering everything into my arms and exit the space. It takes far too long to figure out how to close the hidden entryway.

The closet doors fly open and I burst into the bedroom.

There on the bed, Trick’s stripped off his shirt and has his face buried between Izzy’s legs.

Whispered, unintelligible pleas dance on her lips as she smiles through his attention. Her beautiful body writhes and she fists the sheets.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Passion and jealousy fight for control.

“Mason,” she whimpers. “Need you. Need more.”

“Anything for you, bunny.”

The words come automatically.

I would give this woman the sun itself if she asked for it.

She whispers another plea for me, so I spread the trove of toys on the ground by the closet and strip down.

Her legs flex around Trick’s head and clamp down on him.

My omega vibrates with need. Her fists anchor her to the bed, but her body is a live, squirming ball of desire. She screams behind closed lips as she comes so forcefully her knuckles are white.

Spicy honey floods the room. It hits me so hard that the world blanks to nothingness. Hormones flood my body and I inhale sharply.

“Mason,” Trick says, the tone severe.

“I’m fine,” I reply through clenched teeth.

“If you rut, there’s a strong chance you’ll bite her.”

“I’m aware of how a rut works.”

“Hmmm, a rut sounds fun,” she says and rolls onto her stomach. She shakes her ass in Trick’s face.

Hell, I may actually love this woman.

He slaps her ass, and we both focus on how it jiggles under his touch.

When he does it again, she giggles.

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