Page 68 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

Trick unzips and slides his pants and boxers past his knees. When I’m sitting at his feet, he pumps his already hard shaft. His expression is stoic, but eagerness shines in his eyes.

“Suck my dick like a good girl, omega.”

No need to tell me twice.

I bat his hands away and maneuver him into my mouth. Precum already coats the tip, and I eagerly swallow it down.

Trick groans and his head drops onto the couch backrest. I lick and suck him fully, his cock hitting the back of my throat at my sloppy attempt at a too-eager blowjob.

He rests a hand on the nape of my neck and slows me down. My alpha directs me with gentle pressure.

My hand works in time with my mouth, and it’s enough to make him curse.

“Now, Vin,” he grunts.

Hands behind me shift my hips so that I’m on all fours. I try to look back, but Trick’s hand on my head keeps me focused where he wants me.

Vin fucks me from behind, his hard cock spearing into me in frantic, harsh thrusts while Trick demands I perform the blowjob he wants.

As I roll my tongue along the underside of his dick, I suck as hard as I can to see if he’ll offer more.

And I squeeze as hard as I possibly can around Vin.

My cunt aches. I don’t think I can come again, not for at least a little while. The use is bordering on too much.

Hormones still rage in my system and demand more. I need to feel his cock jump inside me. Barring that, I need something to lock around.

I whimper, and Vin slaps my ass hard enough I jump.

“Almost... Fuck...” Vin groans as his hips stutter and he braces himself as deeply inside me as he can. His cum is warm and so satisfying.

I did that. This moment is mine.

It makes me lose concentration on Trick, but the big alpha doesn’t force it. He lets me shake and shiver in pleasure while Vin finishes.

A contented calm settles over me, and finally some of the tension ebbs away. I rest my head on Trick’s thick thigh.

Trick strokes my hair and Vin falls forward to hug me from behind.

I half-heartedly attempt to pump my hand for Trick, but he rests his own palm over mine.

“In a bit,” he murmurs. “Delayed gratification will make it sweeter. Relax for now.”

We might end the night with another movie—this one chosen by Trick where we spend the middle third waiting for his knot to deflate—but it has to be the best night I’ve ever had.

Sadness roils within me.

Suddenly, I understand not only why omegas join packs, but also what it means to find something good.

I want this to be right. With them.

Maybe I’m getting swept up in what they’re building, or because Trick’s older than me by several years, or maybe playing house is bleeding into reality.

It can’t, though.

They aren’t a pack. Potential packs don’t get omegas. Neither do brand-new bonds. And only a single alpha? I don’t really know where Mason stands with them.

It’s all a pipe dream.

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