It’s impossible to ignore the way they are with each other. There’s a different intimacy to them, but it’s not a deterrent. If anything, it’s got me wanting the exact same thing they share.
She made sense when we were younger. Now that she’s an omega, I get how fucking perfect she was for us then—and now.
“Not letting this go, Raney,” I mumble against her jaw. Her smile is lazy and almost looks like she’s drugged, but she’s just under the influence of alphas that want to be hers in the middle of her heat.
I take her mouth again. Savagely. But I can’t find the right words to say. She kisses me back the same way. Puck keeps coming closer, and she lets go again. Coming in a loud muffled scream, she pours into my mouth.
“Keep your mouth open, Raney,” Puck says once I stop kissing her.
I shouldn’t feel relaxed when he directs me towards Hayes’s mouth, but I am. I also don’t need to double check to know he’s shifting himself around, balancing somehow as he starts using her mouth the same way I’m using Hayes’s ass.
Lolli fills my ear with the wet sounds of her sucking on Puck’s cock, and it feeds a growing orgasm, making me drive our poly love harder and faster again. When Raney starts choking on his cock, the sound of her struggling to breathe and his soft yet insistent praise for her to keep going, has me flooding Hayes with my seed. His eyes burst open, and I see the moment he comes in Raney, then the two of us move as one to drive her through the tease of another epic orgasm.
Twisting around, her mouth is open so wide her lips are close to splitting, the tears running down her flushed cheeks tell me how close she is to coming. Wrapping my hand around her throat, I squeeze hard enough to feel her, but Hayes starts whispering about her pussy squeezing him tighter. Puck is all but fucking her throat, and she locks her eyes with mine and shows me how far we can all push her.
“Now, micina!”
And at the call of her alpha, she goes off like a sky full of flames. There is nothing that compares to watching Raney come; it’s spellbinding. Life changing.
ChapterTwenty-Seven
RANEY
The water falls in sheets over my head and hits like blunt needles on my sensitive skin. It doesn’t really, I’m just being dramatic, but it goes with the territory. More orgasms than any omega could keep track of, plus an endless supply of pulsing knots along with barely any real sleep, on top of spending time with them was always going to have me acting more unstable than stable. And I’m okay with that, it’s a side effect of being completely fucked over when I was younger. Heat recovery is also an emotional rollercoaster which I’m not a fan of. I hate feeling imbalanced. If I was at Unity, or at Koz’s apartment, I’d be blissing out in a sea of mineral salts and lavender bubbles for a few hours until I floated back to normal. Since I’m at King’s, I’m doing the best I can.
I couldn’t stay at Puck’s. As much as waking up tucked between him and Talon works on so many levels, it doesn’t on so many others. Shit, we haven’t even had a chance to talk more than a few words. Instead, I did what any normal person having doubts would have—I bolted before anyone woke up. A cowardly and necessary move.
Re-dressing back in the clothes I stole from Puck and Hayes, I focus on finding food, making coffee, then figuring out how to get my man out of jail. And apologising to Rhodes. He bore the brunt of my frustration after providing an update as he followed me back from Puck’s. I then proceeded to drop straight into bitch mode.
Grabbing my phone and shooting off an apology to Giuseppe and Dominic, I’m watching the little dots as someone is typing a response instead of watching where I’m going. Bad move on my part because I walk face first into something.
A someone actually. A gorgeous, petrichor smelling, hockey playing boy I used to cherish.
Puck stands in my kitchen with a carry box of chocolate shakes in one hand, and an extra-large bag from my favourite fast-food restaurant in the other.
“How?” I ask, completely mystified, considering I only bolted from his house not that long ago.
Instead of answering, he drops a smile that has the potential of ruining my fresh underwear before he smirks coyly as he comes nearer. Putting the food on the bench, he proceeds to completely ruin my undies and simultaneously make me goo-goo eyed by wrapping his hands around my face. His blue eyes are extra sparkly today too. “We’re going slow, remember? So, I reckon that means we do as much as we can together. Get to know each other again. Okay?”
“Okay,” I mumble, his rainy, sex drench scent sending all the signals in my head haywire. Again. But this time it’s not anxiety laden, it’s sweet need.
“Talon and Hayes left as soon as you did. They’ve apparently got some stuff to sort out, but I also made sure to let them know they weren’t invited.”
He grins as he leans in for a super quick kiss before he goes back to giving me a run-down of why he’s in my house.
“I’ve got their numbers in my phone for you. And since they’re gone, and you’re here, I guess that means you and me get to sleep the day away. Then if you’re feeling good when we wake up, I’m going to dress you in my jersey, introduce you to Coach, and you’re going to watch me play. Before we fuck the night away.”
I chew my lip, it sounds too good to be true. But then Puck takes out ‘Newly Rediscovered Lover of the Day Award’ by covering all the bases.
“I took the liberty of calling Koz since he’s been blowing my phone up wanting updates after we smashed the laptop. He wasn’t happy, but I explained how well we’d looked after you, and how good I’d be looking after you for the rest of the day. His words, not mine, ‘ass in bed, eat the food I ordered for you, snuggles from Puck, and by the time you’re back from the game, I’ll be waiting in bed with a swollen knot for you, kitten.’ Apparently, I’m not allowed to be there for the last part. For the record, he also apparently didn’t appreciate it when I told him to fuck off. I’m staying.”
“You didn’t,” I gasp, because for one, Koz doesn’t like being told what to do, but secondly because Puck told him to fuck off. And that does a lot for a girl’s confidence. It shouldn’t. I mean there’s nothing sexy about two men fighting over a girl’s attention… ah, who am I kidding, it’s sexy as fuck.
“Now I’m going to sweep you off your feet, carry you into bed, so we can eat junk food together there.”
His thumb trails over my cheek as he waits for a response, so I ask him the first thing I think of. “Can I dip my onion rings in your shake?”
Smooth. So damn smooth.
