Page 35 of The Puck Secret

The next hour or so passes in a blur of drinks, guests, and birthday wishes from an array of Halloween themed party goers. By the time I have gone around the room once I am already exhausted, and before I can escape back to the kitchen to top up my drink, I am accosted by a pack of bunnies with Brianna at the center. She is dressed as some kind of witch I think, and I smile because of how fitting I find it.

“Well, aren’t you wearing the perfect costume,” I tease, and she preens under the attention, my joke obviously lost on her.

She leans in and purrs, “Maybe later I can show you my magic.” I cringe slightly at her words, did she really just hear herself say that? But before I can respond, a new arrival demands my attention.

When I said before that Madeline Peters is the bane of my existence, I wasn’t ready for her in her Halloween costume. She looks devilishly perfect, and like every fucking wet dream I will ever have again, as she steps through the door and into my house. Her outfit consists of some kind of fluttering red dress that reaches her mid thigh, that she has paired with matching knee-high boots, and red horns. She looks every bit the devil I always imagined her to be, except now I don’t want to punish her, I want to possess her.

Ignoring Brianna and the bunnies completely, I watch as Maddie and her friend Hallie look around the room casually, until they spot Reign and Archer as familiar faces in the kitchen and make their way over there. They all exchange hugs, and I grind my jaw when Gray and Reign put their hands on her, before they move away to grab both girls a drink. Not able to keep myself away from her any longer, I stalk away from the girls, leaving Brianna mid-sentence until I reach the kitchen.

Maddie is leaning against the island laughing and chatting with Archer and Reign, as a few of the other guys from the team pretend they aren’t drooling over her. Which I can’t say I blame them, from this angle her ass looks fucking glorious, but if one of them touches her, I’ll rip off their fucking hands. My two friends eye me like they can read every thought in my mind, and that only pisses me off more, as I eye the rest of the team and hopefully convey with my look that they need to back off.

Why the fuck did I not invite Josh to come tonight? It seems the team needs a reminder about the hands off rule for his little sister.

Hallie spots me first and hides a knowing smirk in her cup, as I lean onto the island next to her friend without her noticing my arrival. “Looking a little slutty tonight, Princess, I dig it.” I ensure my words are loud enough for the rest of the kitchen to hear, in an attempt to keep up this hatred-filled ruse between us.

The princess-turned-devil cocks her head to the side and appraises me with glossy eyes. “Isn’t that what you begged me for, nineteen, to dress slutty for your birthday?” Oh it seems my princess is a little drunk and mouthy tonight, she is going to be even more fun than usual. I watch as her eyes drag over my body and I do the same in return, mapping every inch of skin she has on display that I want to trace with my tongue.

“It’s a very nice outfit, that’s for sure.” I smirk as I lean down and add in a whisper, “If you were mine, I’d fuck you right here in front of all of them so they know exactly who you belong to.”

Goosebumps rise along her exposed skin as she turns her body fully into mine, trailing her hand up my torso. “Oh yeah, would you pin me down and leave marks that won’t disappear?” Her fingers scrape against my chest as her words wash over me, and I have to swallow down the groan in my throat, especially under the watchful eyes of the team.

“If that’s what you want, Princess.” My words seem casual, but I see her eyes harden. She understands the challenge, the audience, and instead of backing down she just smirks.

“No, but it’s what you want,” she purrs, using her hand on me to push me back. “What a shame you can’t have it.”

She tries to slip away, but I grab her hand and halt her in place. “You should know by now that I usually take what I want, even if I shouldn’t have it.” There is a dangerous edge to my words now, a new game she is creating between us, and like a moth to a flame, all I want to do is play.

“Fuck you, Darkmore.” Oh so I’m back to Darkmore now. I can’t hide my smirk as she rips away from my touch as if I have burned her.

“Be careful what you wish for, Princess,” I warn, relishing in the cold, dark look she offers me before she turns and stalks away from me, her little friend quick to follow.

I keep my eyes on her as someone comes around the island to stand beside me, and I only know it’s my best friend when he talks. “You really are fucked,” he says, sipping his beer with his eyes on the girls, as they begin to dance and sway with one another.

“Yep,” I sigh in agreement, not taking my eyes off my new prize.

Archer watches for a few more seconds before he slaps me on the back, “Bring her to the den when you’re ready, I have a surprise for you.” When I turn to look at him in question he just shrugs. “It’s your birthday, you get whatever you want.”

I flick my eyes back to Maddie and smile. The only thing I want is her, and as I watch her body move to the beat of the music, I know exactly how I am going to get her. Game on Princess, and I never play to lose.

Our eyes are locked as I watch Archer say something to Nova and he nods, then the next thing I know he is stalking towards me like a predator going after his prey. I am out of my league with him. I know it, and he knows it, and now he is going to tear me apart to prove a point. I’m not sure if it’s for some misplaced hate, or fucked up lust, but either way I am ready.

When he reaches me I brace myself, but all he does is slide into the space behind me and pull my body flush against his. My back hitting his chest as we begin swaying together, grinding to the music as smoke rises up around us. I press into him as one of his hands comes around to rest on my stomach, holding me there, as the other grips tightly around my hip. My neck is slick with sweat and I swear I feel his tongue glide along my skin and I shudder.

The movement pushes me into him further, and then I feel something long and hard against my ass that almost makes me stumble. Nova’s grip keeps me in place as we continue to move, but I can’t help but rub against him to try to feel what I just felt again. There is no way that can be what I think it is. All we are doing is dancing.

Yet when I grind back into him again he growls in my ear, “Keep rubbing on my dick like that and we are both gonna have a problem, Princess.” His teeth latch onto my ear, and a gasped moan slips out that is thankfully lost to the sound of the music, but of course he still hears it.

The hand on my hip slides down, until it skates along the back of one of my thighs and starts to move under the fabric of my dress. My eyes flash widely around to see if anyone is watching us, but no one is paying us any attention, and the smoke is hiding most of our bodies in the dark corner we are dancing in. Hallie has also conveniently disappeared.

I brace myself as his hand reaches the curve of my cheek, and he halts before spreading it wide and coming up empty. “Princess,” he spits the term like it truly offends him as he leans in even closer. “Did you come to my birthday party without wearing any panties?”

A thrill runs through me as I tip my head back against his shoulder and we lock eyes, his pupils wide in anticipation of my answer. I shrug as casually as I can manage, feeling a lot bolder than usual thanks to the alcohol running through my veins as I say, “I didn’t have time to buy you a present.”

He keeps his eyes on mine, as that exploring hand slides between my cheeks and dips down towards my pussy, finding it damp and needy before he has even touched it. “Maddie,” he curses, so silent I barely hear it, as his other hand on my stomach grips me even more possessively. “Fuck, Princess, you’re so wet for me already,” he growls, and I whimper as his fingers push forward and swirl around my clit oh so slowly.

The lack of friction is maddening, and I grind my hips more, so desperate to come for him already that I might get on my knees and beg. Which I’m sure he would enjoy, but he doesn’t make me. He takes my cue and starts moving his fingers harder and faster, flicking against my sensitive nub in the exact spot I need him as he pushes me towards the edge.

Two of his fingers rub vigorously at my clit as he places his thumb up against my back hole, and I shudder against him. No one has ever touched me there, yet right now, I would let him do anything to me. I am his to possess as he pleases, and he knows it.

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