Page 106 of Puck My Life

Mal grabs my hips and slides his hands around me as he presses up against my back.

“Why did you wait?” Mal whispers before he lips my ear.

“I wanted it to be special. To mean something. No one was special enough.”

Mal pauses, and those big hands slide up my ribs in a way they never have before. I get a reflexive thought that we shouldn’t be doing this, remnants of the past decade crawling up and trying to save me.

His hands slide up over my breasts, squeezing. “I’ve been thinking about doing this for days,” Mal hisses in my ear, and then he grabs my t-shirt and drags it over my head.

I panic, but Raynor says my name.

“Just look at me, keep looking at me.”

Mal nips my shoulder and nuzzles into it. “Your skin tastes like honeycomb candy. I could spend all day licking you. All day until I drown in you.”

I whimper but don’t look away from Raynor. He reaches for his cock and slowly, leisurely gives it a tug. A bead of liquid pools at his tip, but he rubs a thumb over it and vanishes it. What does it taste like?

“I can see you thinking, Vae,” Raynor murmurs. “What’s going through that head of yours?”

Mal’s hands return and slide up over my breasts. They tighten, get heavy, ache, and when his fingers slide across my nipples, stroking, I gasp. A few guys have gotten to touch my breasts, but never under my clothes. Only Raynor, and now Mal.

Mal removes my bra, pulling the lace away and flinging it across the room.

“Wow,” Raynor murmurs.

“Mal,” Deacon demands.

Mal twists me around and unbuttons my jeans, sliding them down over my hips, leaving the matching pink thong behind.

“Leave that on,” Raynor hisses. “I want to pull it off with my teeth.”

“Next time,” Deacon says.

I whip my head back, startled, but it’s hard to think; there’s so much going on. Malcolm pushes me into Deacon. He kneels behind me, pulling my jeans off completely, but Deacon does not hesitate. His mouth finds mine, and I lean into him, curling into his kiss as he palms my breasts, twisting my nipples lightly, then pulling in a way that has me crying out and clenching.

Mal slides a hand down my spine and in between my legs. I tear my mouth away, gasping.

“You are soaked, Omega. Come on, let’s go do something about that ache and make this day one of forever the most special and memorable ever.”

Before Deacon lets me go, he slides his hand down and through the wetness between my legs. I shudder, hanging on to him until Mal picks me up and pulls me away. I glance back, watching Deacon lick his hand, his eyes glittering.

I can barely think. I’ve never felt anything like this. A whine comes out that has all three alphas focusing all their intense concentration on me.

Mal stands me over Raynor. I look down, my eyes wide. I want to close my legs, but Mal kneels over Raynor’s hard cock and tugs me down until I’m trying not to put my weight on Raynor’s stomach.

“Sit,” the alpha purrs.

“I…”

“Vae, sit on him. He will love it,” Mal growls in my ear. “He wants to be covered in slick so thick he can’t even smell his scent under it. And then Deacon and I can lick it off him.”

I shudder and sit.

Mal mutters something, lifts me a little, and then pulls me by the hips into him. My eyes widen as I feel both of the dicks I’m suddenly sitting on.

Raynor moans and thrusts into us, sending a wave of pleasure through me. My core tightens, and slick pours out of me. That I can feel it freaks me out, butRaynor sits up, mouths my breast, and murmurs something that sounds like, ‘I’m going to die and realise I’m already dead and in heaven.’

“Look at his eyes roll; he never looks like that with me,” Mal teases and slides his hands over my breasts. He holds them up, and Raynor takes the offering, sucking on my nipple.