Page 91 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

The contact sizzles between us and another scale in my armor disintegrates.

“I, for one, am looking forward to violating you seven ways to Sunday,” Mason says.

“Mase,” Trick chides.

“Every single night, I dream about the things I want to do to you, my sexy bunny. Do I want it to take a heat to happen? No. But I’m not going to mourn it either.”

Inhaling their scents, I admit that the more they sit with me, the more I can feel the fog clouding my thoughts.

My nerves crackle and my pussy pulses at the idea of submitting to them wholly.

“No biting,” I say softly.

“Of course not,” Trick replies.

“I’ll forget to eat.”

“I know.”

“It’ll be worse tomorrow when I skip my pill.”

“We can handle it.”

“I’m not totally in control. I’m there, but I’m not there. The demand will override everything else. I normally need to tie my foot to something to avoid leaving.”

The boys around us give me a squeeze.

When Trick speaks, it’s this patient cadence that soothes some of the sky-high anxiety.

“We’re going to take care of you, Isabelle. You’re the best kind of trouble.”

Smiling at his response, I nuzzle his hand and kiss his palm.

“Any boundaries?” he murmurs.

“None for you,” I purr back then clear my throat to reassert control. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? I’ve been through heats alone.”

The fraught question, laden with too many dynamics and new experiences resounds in the silence of their answers.

But when I glance up at Trick, there’s needy lust in his gaze. Vin looks offended I’d suggest suffering in silence, and Mase only pouts.

Patrick Wyatt focuses on me with his jaw set and his neck tense while he keeps himself at bay.

The image of him over me, rutting into me while his shoulders and neck contract, wracks my body with another demanding cramp.

His lips part in response to my reaction. His Adam’s apple works as he swallows hard.

“Helping you through a heat is the honor of my lifetime, Isabelle Sutton. You aren’t a burden; you’re a gift—one I very much look forward to enjoying.”

“Agreed,” Vin’s quick to add.

Mason’s silent, and it spikes my anxiety.

He doesn’t let the quiet linger, though.

“I’ve never been part of a heat.”

Fuck yes! He’s mine. Everything about him belongs to me.

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