Page 104 of Puck My Life

It happens again, and then he’s purring. For me.

I snuggle into his chest, putting my ear against him so I can hear the sound better. Mal continues stroking my hair, pulling me closer, the purr getting louder and more confident. My anxiety eases the longer we sit there.

“Mal?”

He stops purring, and the absence of the sound leaves me feeling almost frantic to hear it again, but then it starts from behind me. I whip my headaround, and my mouth drops open as Deacon walks towards me, purring with a plate of my favourite cakes and a rose in his hand.

He sets the plate on the table and holds out the rose.

“I’ve never heard you guys purr before,” I whisper.

“That’s because we haven’t,” Mal whispers back with a cocky grin. “We only purr for you.”

Raynor comes in with a jug of hot chocolate, marshmallows, and whipped cream.

“You only pull that out on special occasions.”

“It is a special occasion,” Raynor murmurs. “This is day one.”

“Day one?”

“Yes, day one of all the days we’re going to spend together from here on out.”

I frown at him. “What do you mean?”

Deacon stops purring and kneels before me. “This is our day one, Vae. When we look back in fifty years, we can look at today. This moment is when we realised how stupid we were and how inevitable this was.”

“But-”

Mal rubs his chin over my shoulder, scent marking me. I melt inside; the words disappearing as I preen under his touch.

Deacon reaches out and puts a hand on my knee. I cover his fingers with mine and cling to them, watching as he lifts his eyes to mine.

“Day one?” I ask again.

“Yes.”

My stomach flutters and then heats. I shift on Mal’s lap, wiggling until he grips my hips and pulls me back against the hard ridge of his cock.

“Is this what you’re looking for, Vae?”

I moan and bite my lip, panting. “Deacon, I don’t like it!” I spit out hoarsely. “I don’t like being so out of control. Please, I hate this.”

Raynor sets everything down and strokes my cheek with one finger. “Fine. Put it back in your control.”

I frown. “What?”

And then he pulls off his top, and I’m so busy staring at all that tanned, toned skin that I don’t register he’s undoing his pants until they drop, revealing a thick-looking cock hanging between his legs.

“Oh!” I squeak.

Raynor grabs the whipped cream and passes it to me as he flops back on the couch, legs spread. His cock grows harder and longer. I tear my eyes away from it, trying to make sense of everything.

“What?”

“You have the control. You can put that anywhere you want, but you have to lick it off.”

I blink several times.