Page 35 of Puck Your Friend

I step back as he presses forward, stopping when my ass meets the island. I jump onto it, giving me more leverage to kiss them easier.

Ford’s warm fingers skim the inside of my thigh. My breath catches as my legs part more without thinking. Logan’s lips pull away, and Ford steps in. His beard brushes my chin as he kisses me hard, one hand rising to cradle my cheek.

A moan slips out of my throat.

Fingers trail along my right arm. My eyes flutter to see Jace. Ford lets me go and steps to the side to give Jace room.

He steps between my thighs, grabbing my legs to wrap them around his waist before he uses one hand to guide my chin up, holding my gaze briefly before he leans in.

His lips brush mine, as if he’s asking for permission. My fingers catch the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. He groans and kisses me harder. His tongue slides deep, the warm metal of his piercing lighting a shiver up my spine. If it feels that good in my mouth, I bet it feels insane elsewhere.

My nipples harden at the thought.

Wes steps up next to Jace and slips his fingers beneath my collar, tugging the fabric lower.

Fuck. I should pull away. The spray can only cover so much, if he’s too close he might...

All thoughts leave my brain as his mouth finds my neck and his teeth graze the sensitive skin there. Breaking the kiss with Jace, I tilt my head back, giving Wes more room as I gasp.

Logic has left the building. My instincts are in the driver’s seat, and at this point, I don’t give a shit. I’ll let my world burn if it means I can feel them on me like this for the rest of time.

Logancomes to stand at the head of the island. He pulls me into a kiss, allowing my head to remain tilted back. Tingles flood my body at the sensation of him on my mouth and Wes on my neck. I raise one hand to Wes’s head and the other to cup Logan’s neck.

Ford leans on to the wood from behind me and tugs me into an upside down kiss. He and Logan take turns capturing my lips.

Jace leans in to the other side of my neck and tugs my turtleneck all the way down.“You kept it.”

My eyes open when the others pull back. “What?” My brain’s having a hard time catching on to what they’re looking at. Then it hits me. They can see the necklace they gave me on our last day together as teens.

I swallow hard.

How do I tellthem it‘s been the only thing holding me together over the last year?

Which is stupid. It’s a necklace, but it gave me the last shred of hope I needed to not give up. Part of me held on hoping we would be together again. And that alone complicates this so much, because we shouldn’t be doing this. My lips part.

Für Elisecuts through the room, and I nearly jump out of my skin as my phone rings next to my hand. I look at it. Doug’s name stands out on the screen. He probably wants to talk about how to cut things together.

It feels like this is the Universe reminding me of what I need to focus on.My career and this life I’ve built as a Beta.

Picking it up, I send the call to voicemail and hop off the island. I move out of their touches and back up toward the stairs.

The alcohol still warms my system, and with how I’m feeling on the edge of a heat, getting a ride out of here with them or someone else would probably be a bad idea. I don’t want to set off a random Alpha. At least with them, I know I’m safe. I’ll sleepit off, and leave in the morning when I can safely take more suppressants. I’ve already taken too many today.

The hurt in their eyes, as I put space between us, breaks my heart. They deserve to hear me say something.

“I can’t...” My voice catches. I can barely think as my instincts scream for me to go back to them. “We can’t do this. I’m a Beta. It’s not fair to any of us.”

My eyes sting. “There’s an Omega who can give you all what you deserve to experience.”

If they ever learn the truth, they’ll want nothing to do with me after that lie. I’m just digging my grave at this point.

A few tears spring free.Fuck, crying never gets easier.

My phone rings again. I don’t wait for their response. I can’t or they’ll pull me back in. I press the call button and turn away from them.

I’m such a coward.

“Hey, Doug. What’s up?” I keep my voice even and force my emotions down. I head for the stairs. The hem of the hoodie brushes the tops of my thighs. Every inhale pulls in clove and mint.

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