Page 105 of Puck My Life

“Raynor,” Deacon grumbles, but I surprise them all and snatch the whipped cream out of Raynor’s hand.

They all look at me. They look at me like I’m the cream that they want to lick.

I go and stand between his legs. He tilts his head up to look at me. Daring me to do something.

I lift the can and spray some across his chest.

He looks down and back up, daring me, waiting for me.

I tremble but push him back on the couch he’s sitting on and crawl onto his lap, straddling him. Is this really happening? I gather my hair, but he reaches out and holds it for me. I lean down and lick it off, but it’s messy, and I don’t want the cream; I want him.

With a moan, I curl my fingers over his shoulder, leaning in to kiss the spot where his scent is most saturated, just between his neck and shoulder.

He hisses but remains still while I whorl my tongue over his skin. I pant and shift so I’m sitting back further. I lift the can and look at him, look down at him, hesitating because his dick is huge and hard, and I can see his knot.

It’s huge. Like there’s no way it’s going to fit. I’m broken.

“Hey, where are you going? You’re freaking out, but why?” Raynor says and grips my hips, holding me still to stop me slipping off his lap.

I blink at the monster cock and then lift my eyes to look at him.

“Vae, you’ve had sex before, haven’t you?”

I scramble off his lap and put the entire room between us, which is fuck-all space.

Raynor stands up, his face creased with concern, and though I know it’s concern, in my muddled mind it feels like judgement. My panic floods the room, turning the honeycomb candy scent slightly bitter.

I want to run.

Mal intercepts Raynor, while Deacon approaches me.

“Is that true?” Deacon asks gently.

I squeeze my eyes closed and nod. “I was busy, and the dates sucked, and it just never happened.”

The scent of my alphas in the room becomes overpowering. Deacon snags my wrist and pulls me into his chest.

“Are you saying no one else has had you? That we will be your first and only?”

I stare up at him. “Yes? It wasn’t intentional, I just never found anyone to do it with.”

Deacon’s hands cup my cheeks, and he leans down and kisses me. In all the kisses Deacon has given me, I have received and given something fierce or passionate, but this kiss feels like Deacon just giving everything to me. It’s tender and gentle and so unexpected that I end up clinging to him, my head spinning.

He pulls away. “Let Mal teach you how to touch Raynor.”

I blink. “What?”

“We can teach you, but Mal can show you. Let him help you. And Mal will be your first.”

I peer up at him. “And you?”

“Oh, my sweetest Hook, I’m going to be watching.”

Mal grabs my wrist and tugs me to him. He spears his fingers through my hair, stealing my gasp into his lungs as his tongue invades my mouth, turning my blood molten. His fingers curl, pulling on my hair, not enough to hurt but enough to sting. I stand on my tiptoes, pushing into him.

He rips free, gasping, and points to the floor. “Get your ass on the floor, Alpha.”

Raynor lays down, and now I can really see him. He’s so beautiful. Malcom mutters and pulls his clothes off, and now I’m looking between the two of them, noting the similarities and differences. Malcolm’s cock has a slight bend to it, but it’s longer and thinner. I glance back at Deacon, but he’s sitting on the couch with his leg crossed over the other. Fully dressed, his expression can only be called hungry.