Page 136 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

The teeth marks on his arm and shoulder shine slightly under the low light. I suck my thumb and then rub it over the one on his neck.

Vin shudders, his eyes rolling back in his head.

“Fuck,” Trick spits. “I felt that too.”

“You did, did you?”

“Mm-hmm. Strong emotions come through the link.”

An evil thought sprouts in my mind.

“Question,” I say. “If the bite marks are sensitive and you get sensations through the connection, then can we also be strategic about placement for fun?”

“You are not biting my dick,” Vin says with a laugh.

“It was just an idea.”

“Not happening.”

“Then where do you want it?” I ask and knead the bite.

“I don’t know if it’s because it’s still new or what but you have to stop that,” Vin says through gritted teeth. Trick chuckles behind me.

“Are you suuuuuure you don’t want a strategically placed bite? It’s just a little nip.”

“Never mention this idea again.”

The three of us laugh, and Mason pauses what he’s doing to rest his head on my pelvis.

“Bite me somewhere everyone can see,” Vin says. “I’m proud of my bites.”

“Fuck yeah,” Mason says and reaches up so they can fist bump.

“You’re both ridiculous.”

I snatch Vin’s hair at the nape of his neck and jerk him to me. The kiss is harsh and neither of us seem to care. My nails scratch harsh lines over his scalp and down his bare shoulder.

Mason runs his teeth over my skin and returns to eating me out.

My body tightens, my pussy responding so easily to his tongue. It’s like my hormones recognize him and eagerly endorse what we’re doing.

My breathing speeds, and Trick toys with my nipple while Vin kisses the breath from me.

“Make her come,” Trick demands. “Stake your claim, Mason. This is your woman. Let’s see how you please her.”

Mason speeds up, the pressure ratcheting up until I’m groaning against Vin’s mouth. My lower body clenches, and it squeezes the plug in my ass.

The climax screams through me, my body convulsing and my mind blanking to nothingness as the sensation takes hold.

Mason sucks and licks every drop of my slick like he’ll be upset if any escapes. It extends the orgasm until it lasts a painfully long time.

“There’s our omega,” Trick murmurs. “Mase, I think you’ve earned the right to go first.”

The smile on his face is broad and eager. Buttons fly from his shirt when he gets annoyed with removing them. He kicks his pants and boxers away and barely pauses before tucking his knees under my thighs.

Mason runs his fingers over my wet pussy and pushes two in. Vin swallows my gasps and braces my hips against the bed.

Anticipation bursts in my belly without a hint of trepidation.

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