Page 32 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

How she digs her heels into the back of my thighs.

How her skin flushes a mesmerizing, rosy pink.

“More, alpha,” she begs.

“Ready?”

“Yes!”

Two more thrusts to be sure, and I push my knot into her. She moans, loud and low, and it slams against my self-control.

Fuck, she’s tight. It’s been so long since I’ve... No one has been like this. It’s not the same.

Izzy is unlike anyone I’ve ever been with.

Being sunk so deep into her like this makes my thrusts short and fast. I plunge into her, the pressure of her locking around me like the wettest, tightest sensation I’ve ever experienced.

“Fuck, Izzy,” I growl.

My jaw aches with need. I want to mark her so badly it’s painful.

“Almost . . . yes . . . there . . . keep . . . ” she growls. She grabs my neck, her nails sinking in again and leaving tiger scratches around the circumference.

She squeezes my cock so tight my restraint slips entirely and I free-fall into the orgasm.

We come together, her pussy clamping around me so hard it’s like her body is desperate for my release, and I’m desperate to give it to her. My shaft pulses inside of her as wave after wave of hot cum pours out of me.

“There’s my good little omega.” I groan. “Drain my balls dry. Take it all.”

I try a few more meager thrusts, but it’s only because I like the idea of fucking my cum into her.

Sex and her fill my nose while I suck in oxygen and catch my breath. It’s like I haven’t breathed any air except her hypnotic scent since before I first came in here.

Damn. We didn’t talk at all about safety or what this means for the pact.

I don’t know how she’ll feel once the sex hormones wane, once the need to keep Brad in check resurfaces. Vin and I aren’t a pack, but his needs matter too. Part of being lead alpha means putting the others’ needs above my own.

When she realizes that it’s changed for me, she’s going to want to leave. Brad’s her end goal, not me.

But not right now.

Right now, I pivot so she’s lying on my chest while we wait for my knot to go down and her pussy to release me.

I’m hooked.

Whether she feels the same is a question I’m both desperate to ask and terrified of.

Chapter Six

Izzy

Bacon sizzles in the pan the next morning. After possibly my best sleep in weeks, I awoke spry, refreshed, and excited for the day.

It has nothing to do with an amazingly satisfying night. None whatsoever.

Get that out of your head, Izzy.

I have a plan. I execute the plan.

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