Page 31 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

Me.

Crawling across the bed, I slide her panties down her legs, hold them over the edge of the bed, and then drop them on the floor.

Izzy watches every movement like she’s consumed by my deliberate insistence.

I settle myself between her thighs and run my nose and mouth over her core.

Fuck, she’s divine. Mason was right about one thing— she’s spicy and sweet everywhere. I desperately lick her pussy, my tongue lapping at her slick and demanding more.

She sinks fingernails into her thighs, the strain leaving claw marks on smooth, tanned skin.

Izzy writhes beneath me. I’m going to push her over the cliff to take the edge off, then fuck her good and hard until she begs for my knot.

Her head whips side to side while I work her over. Her divine smell amplifies my instincts to mate with her. I haven’t had an urge to mark someone so strongly since my high school days. As embarrassing as it is, I’m gonna need to bite a pillow to keep my teeth in check.

Her legs quiver around my body, her muscles stiffening.

Izzy sighs out my name, her body momentarily relaxing before the tension returns. I’d figured that she’d need more than one after that idiot teased her like that. My omega wants for nothing, least of all orgasms.

Shuffling up the bed, I loom over her and position my shaft at her opening.

A long pause beats blood in my skull while I wait for her to object. My head goes fuzzy from the restraint, but I won’t have her regretting this.

Not for one fucking second.

When she doesn’t second-guess the decision and maintains that steady focus, I press slowly inside her. We maintain eye contact while I spread her open before me. She winces right at first and shifts her hips, but she never breaks from my gaze and doesn’t complain about my size or speed.

This woman.

I lunge for her, my cock fully sheathed inside her, and devour her. Those nails scratch tracks across the back of my ribcage.

“Fuck, Izzy, you take my cock so well. Does my omega need my knot?”

She whimpers and peppers kisses over every bit of skin she can reach.

Withdrawing, I pause before sinking back into her. The way her pussy grips me, you’d think she was totally deprived.

“More, Wyatt,” she whispers.

“More?”

“Fuck me hard, Patrick. Work for it.”

Grinning, I pull out and then thrust firmly into her.

She sucks in a breath, her back bowing off the mattress, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

I do it again just to make her repeat it.

“Yes,” she hisses.

I fuck Izzy hard and fast, my hips snapping forward so that our bodies clap together. Her breathing is ragged, and spiced honey rages in my brain. She’s on the pills so I know it’s impossible, but I’d swear she’s perfuming because her scent is everywhere.

It settles over my thoughts like a fog until all I see is her.

Her face. Her body.

How her mouth drops open when I twist my hips just so.

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