Page 78 of Puck Your Friend

Wes leans in near my ear. “You’re about to get stretched open and stuffed full. Cum leaking out as they fill you. Then, when you’re ready for it, I’ll get to knot you. All of us will. How do you feel about that?”

A shiver wracks my shoulders. The images he brings forth of cum spilling out of me flood my mind. “I want it.”

Wes brushes his lips along my neck, over my scent gland. He growls. “Damn right you do. Now take their knots like a good girl.”

Oh, fuck.

His words unlock something and the floodgates open.

Jace’s strokes turn focused. Logan pushes deeper. I feel one knot at my pussy and the other at my ass.

Logan groans. “Let us in, Kie.”

They slam into me. Their knotspopinside in unison, locking us together, buried as deep as they’ll go. Every muscle tightens. Breath stalls in my chest. Jace’s knot nudges just right, and the pressure inside bursts. A hot gush pours out of me in an uncontrollable pulse, soaking everything below. Stars dancebehind my eyes as my body locks tight around both of them, clenching down hard.

“Fucking hell,” Ford moans. “She’s soaking you guys.”

My eyes flutter as my muscles quiver and release. I turn my head to look at him. His cock jerks as he comes, creamy ropes spill into his hand. Wes isn’t far behind him as his hot seed coats my outer thigh.

Jace lets out a long, soft moan as he runs his fingers through the puddle on his belly. “I’m pretty sure she just squirted. I’ve seen it in videos. Fuck, you’re perfect, Frankie.”

All I can do is smile at him. I don’t know what he’s talking about. All I know is that it felt incredible. Everything inside me continues to pulse around their cocks. I don’t want it to stop. Once they can pull out, we’ll keep going. There’s a new hunger in me.

I’m pinned by both of them. I can’t move, but I don’t want to.

I’m full. Stretched to the brim and knotted for the first time. A vibration rises in my chest, a purr I can’t hold back. I’ve never felt this grounded in who I am.

Logan places a kiss on the back of my shoulder as Jace sits up to kiss above my heart.

Ford pulls me in, his full lips brushing over mine as his tongue parts them. He kisses me before a tug on my arm draws me to Wes on my right. He steals my breath with his kiss.

I think it’s too soon for us to bond. I’m still getting used to not hiding what I am. I want to be fully in my Omega nature before we take that step. But for now, as I lie locked with two of them, we purr in unison, as a pack.

While we’re hidden away in this room, with the world shut out, I can pretend everything else in my life will remain perfect as long as these men are my Alphas and I’m their Omega.

Chapter 15

The hospital lets us out through the Omega wing’s side exit. Gray double doors swing closed behind us. Morning air cuts through the quiet lot. It smells like wet asphalt from the rain last night.

Frankie walks without hesitation. There’s no stagger in her steps, no drag in her shoulders like last week. She doesn’t need help. Her scent carries steady, brown sugar and vanilla, no longer buried under suppressants. It wraps around us, grounding my inner Alpha.

A week ago, her organs were shutting down. Now her skin holds color and her eyes track everything. Heats and ruts do something to the body, speed up healing in a way I don’t fully understand.

I don’t need to. All I know is I feel incredible. The usual aches from hockey: knees, shoulder, lower back are gone. Wes moves like he’s never been hurt. His shoulder rotates smoother than it did before the injury. He’ll be back on the ice soon. I can’t wait to have him there again.

Wes unlocks the SUV from a few feet away as Ford’s phone chimes, and he pulls it out of his pocket. He stops walking to read the screen, and we wait for him.

“It’s the email about the heat-leave request.” His brown eyes continue to read. “We’re scent-match verified. Heat-leave approved for last week.”

Wes cranes his neck to look at the screen. “Are we still on it or do we have to book it back to Heathstead?”

Ford shakes his head. “We’re cleared for the days we missed, but we’re expected back at practice tomorrow afternoon. So we don’t have to book it, but we can’t sight see here. We’ll get full paid leave next time you’re in heat and need us.”

Frankie gives him a look. “So they’re fine with you skipping out if I’m in a hormonal meltdown?”

Ford smirks faintly, thumb tapping his phone off. “Apparently, yeah.”

She exhales. “At least I’m good for something.”