He gives a growl of frustration, and the noise is all that was missing. I buck against him, fighting for more as I come on a shuddering moan. But Puck drops a devilish fucking smirk at me before clamping his hands down harder, holding me so he can lick me clit to butt, making my orgasm start to roll right into another. And by fucking god, it’s filthy the way he eats me out. It’s not nice, it’s not refined, its teeth and tongue, and I fucking love it. My orgasm whooshes out of me and straight over his face.
“Oh, god yes,” I wail as I all but ride his face.
Koz talks over the top of my orgasm. “Raney’s a needy lover. Are you ready for her, Puck? She’ll take everything you offer and ask for more.” His voice is full of longing and pride.
I’m not sure if I should be proud or embarrassed by being so fucking hungry when it comes to sex. And I don’t think it’s all got to do with Koz being almost as needy and insatiable as I am. I guess aside from the scars and the emotional damage, having four boyfriends to introduce me to sex turned me into someone who knows what she wants and who unashamedly loves being spoilt by lots of orgasms.
Kissing his way from my pussy up my body, Puck settles over me again before he holds my face and kisses me breathless. And I have to say, I fucking love how his mouth is covered in the taste of my body. He drops to one elbow, not breaking our kiss as he starts rubbing the head of his cock over my entrance. And it feels in-fucking-sane.
He stops kissing as he whispers, “We’re never going to be done, Raney.” He surges deep inside me, forever changing me too.
Nodding my head, agreeing but also encouraging him for more, I kiss him hard while he moves in and out of my body in a glorious speed making sure I feel each one of his piercings. God he stretches me and makes me feel full, so safe too.
“Yes, Puck, yes,” both Koz and I say, at the same time, over the top of each other.
With his cock so deep inside me our bodies as close as can be, his knot swollen and hitting against my pussy agonisingly right, he kneels up and drives us towards another orgasm. He looks a little lost at the same time. His head swings to the screen, and I follow his strange gaze.
“Hands on her waist to hold her tight, and then one almighty slam. You’ll knot her silly,” Koz coaches.
Puck looks down at me a little reluctant and bewildered, and I realise not only is he currently having sex for the second time in his life, but he’s never knotted anyone.
“Knot me, Puck. I want you so bad, I need your knot.”
His eyes flare, and I know he’s half worried about hurting me and considering the size of his knot it’s not without merit, but Koz’s knot is just as big.
I make a grab for him, wrapping my body around his, holding his knot right at my slicked-up entrance. “Knot me so hard I see stars and then fill me with your come. I want everything from you, and I promise you’re going to love it…”
“I don’t want to hurt you…”
“You won’t hurt her, pup, but she needs that knot of yours or she will be in pain.”
He swings another look at Koz, his eyes tipping together in question, and I triple check in case Koz is doing some freaky shit. But holy instead, all I see is the way Koz is fucking his fist to match the way Puck is fucking my body.
“Go slow with me?” I lean up and suck on the exact spot where his faded claim sits on me. And it’s like flipping a switch, he goes off.
“Not letting you go,” he roars as he pushes his forehead to mine, his fingers digging in my hips, and with one all mighty thrust, he slams his knot inside.
Puck throws his head up, his jaw grits tight, making all the muscles in his neck pop out while a low, shuddering noise starts deep in his chest until it bursts out his throat like a feral growl as he starts filling me up with his hot come.
ChapterTwenty-Four
HAYES
No question at all, when Raney said shut the door, we were meant to be on the other side of it. But it doesn’t mean it happened like that. The door closed, but Tal and I stayed in the room with them.
Phrases like, wildly inappropriate, an invasion of privacy, a breach of trust, circle loudly in my head, and yeah, I feel guilty as shit about it. But in my weak as piss defence, her mouth-watering scent is like superglue making it impossible for me to move.
The conflict doesn’t stop with us not leaving because now I’m watching Puck absolutely rail her while wave after wave of twisting jealousy floods me at them together. To be fair though, I also have this crazy insight telling me this is exactly where Tal and I are meant to be. And that’s not an excuse, that’s a fact.
“Omegas don’t kill people, do they?” I ask Tal super quietly. My thoughts are already running away praying she doesn’t kill me before I get a chance to explain. Although what am I going to say? And that’s even if I can say a word before Puck goes off his rocker and gets all territorial. Because as much as Raney smells insanely good, Puck scents like an alpha teetering on the edge of a feral claiming rut.
Like I said, I’m playing a dangerous game, but the risks are worth it.
It’s her scent that makes everything hard. Quite literally… there aren’t enough words to describe the impact of standing in the room with her. Right this second it’s like someone has brought every bunch they could find of wisteria and dumped them all in Puck’s bedroom. The small space is overrun with the sweetness. I can taste each individual floral note of her scent—tuberose, jasmine, freesia, sweet pea. And when I close my eyes, no crap, the smell is so vivid I can see the individual flowers in all their muted vibrancy so minutely that I know I’ll be getting a canopy of the purple and indigo flowers inked on my skin.
Though it’s not just a smell. I feel her scent too, like it floods my system, making me hyper aware and vigilant while my cock hurts like it’s being twisted in a vice.
Her scent is one thing, the atmosphere is another. Puck’s small bedroom is almost as indescribable as her scent is. Again, it’s a feeling. It really is like standing in the warmth of one of those hothouses at the botanic gardens. It’s a wet warmth, and it reeks like the best sex you have ever dared to think about it, but weirdly the space feels safe. Despite that there’s an added pressure that’s got to do with designations. The space is too small for four alphas, even if one alpha is only here remotely. Koz’s presence is unmistakeable, adding to the feeling of being in a pressurised room that’s about to implode into a million pieces.
