“You’ll have to heal before sex,” she said with such clinical precision that I wanted to stroke my cock to. There would be time enough. She took her lip between her teeth and wicked smile appeared. “I wonder if we can make you come without touching you.

“Will Puck get pierced?” Jude asked.

“His cock is perfect and needs no embellishments.”

None of us could argue with that.

31

Polly

Aweek since my heat. A week as a mate. And I spent most of the time writing initiations to omegas inviting them to the Hell. That was Oberon’s one condition.

The writing was not difficulty. I’d been writing, scratching maybe a better word, since I was in leading strings. However time and practice had not made my writing more than legible. Letters where they shouldn’t be or backwards. Words forgotten or out of order. One hundred felt like a thousand. Worse though. Tod had made himself my task master. Saying he could practice reading by trying to decipher my scribbles. Still, I struggled to complain.

Someone had brought clothes to the residence. Gowns in my favourite dark red. Breeches, shirts, jackets. Chemises, stockings, shoes. Jewellery. All of it new.

“You shouldn’t have spent all this money.”

“I used your money, little bird. You told me my businesses were unprofitable. How could I afford such riches?”

My lips twitched before I could school my face into something more passive. “A bath. Before I can put anything on, I must have a bath. Just because you shared my bed does not mean—”

Puck’s growl sent a shiver up my spine. “You are my mate, petals. That will never change. Just like this.” And he tilted his neck to the side to expose the bite I had left on his shoulder. “Proves that you claimed me.”

I shuffled across my nest to where he lay sprawled on a mound of pillows. Forcing him to spread his legs, I knelt between his powerful thighs. My hand dropped to his half-hard cock and the other skimmed up his chest to rest over the raw wound. “Mine,” I growled. “All of this is mine.”

He surged forward, hands bracketing my face, his lips barely touching mine. “Yes. I’m yours but you are my omega. I’d mark you up and cover you with my scent until the world forgets about fresh winter mornings…”

I jerked back. “This changes nothing.”

“It changes everything, little bird.” Oberon’s tone held a warning I could not ignore. “The world will know you have mated yourself to Puck. That you in turn you put your mark on him. As you have with Jude and my humble self.”

“I do not regret anything,” I hissed. “But I am not standing to the side because I’ve done as society demands and mated an alpha. And if I want a bath, I will have one.”

“Goddess is that what you think?” Puck grabbed my waist and pulled me against his chest. “Oh, petals, I’ll stand at your back. I’ll take your protection over any alphas.”

“Then why can’t I have a bath.”

“I’m nothing more than an alpha. My dynamic is weak for you and must cover you in my scent. Blame my nature, do not blame me.”

“Fine!” I threw my hands in the air. “But if we are to make to an entrance, I must begin dressing now.”

I enteredthe office ahead of Puck and Jude. Oberon sat at his desk, fingers drumming on his thigh. On seeing me he opened the bottom most drawer in his desk and pulled out a velvet box no bigger than his palm.

“Wear this.”

I opened the box. “I… It is not your style,” I said of the ring that nestled in the box. Picking it up I held it to the light. A dozen gemstones of various colours glittered in the candlelight. “How unusual.”

“It belonged to my mother. She loved colourful things.”

“Put it on me.” I held my hand out and the ring with it.

“I love your hands.” He twisted it this way and that. “Your fingers are a little thicker than my mother’s.” His voice was soft and it was hard to be angry when he seemed so lost in thought. “She was a tiny little creature. Would heartily disapprove of you. She was very protective and an alpha hating omega would, uh, put me into danger in her eyes.”

“A wise woman.”

“And yet you are here.”