Page 109 of Puck My Life

I pant out a growling warning. “Stop talking and do it!”

Mal laughs and leans over me, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him into me, deeper and more completely. I lose myself in the taste of him, his tongue duels with mine, kissing me in ways I've never been kissed.

But then Raynor finally touches his tongue to me. I let out a squeal and clamp my thighs before I widen them even more.

“Mal!” Raynor growls.

Mal pulls away from me but not completely. His hand, that huge, calloused, hockey player's hand slides down over the curve of my breast and squeezes.

I watch Raynor as he buries his face between my legs. This time, I’m prepared for when he licks me. Except I’m not.

“Oh, God, you taste so good,” he exhales harshly, and one hand burrows under my thigh and grabs my hip, while the other pushes my other thigh further out. I’m pinned, held helpless in a hold I can’t move from.

He laps and laps and every stroke sends me crazy, sends me wild. I cry out, moan, groan, plead.

I squeeze my own breasts as I thrust my hips in time with his tongue. The heat is burning me up, and I’m getting wetter, and he’s licking me like he’s never going to stop.

“I need to come,” I cry out, sweat dripping off my temple.

“Finally,” Raynor snarls and sucks on my clit, hard.

I detonate, my body arching off the bed, screaming. My whole body goes tight, so tight my thighs clamp around his head, but he doesn’t seem to care; if anything, he sucks harder.

My soul is leaving my body. I don’t know if I’m okay or not.

But then it eases, and I lay back as aftershocks hit me, over and over. Raynor climbs up my body and slams his cock into my wet pussy. There’s no resistance; I’m too aroused.

But we were made for each other, and haven’t I always known that?

He fucks me hard, and the haze that I was in fades, the heat burning it away, leaving me clawing at him.

“Alpha, please!” I whisper-shout in a shrill voice. “Please.”

“Tell me what you need? Tell me what’s going to make you feel good? Because I could do this all day long.”

“Knots!” I whimper. “I need your knot.”

He lifts up off me, braced above me, his eyes flicking down to my breasts as they slam up and down with our bodies’ movements. I slide my arms around his neck, curling my fingers in his silky soft hair and pull him back down to me.

“Please give me my first knot.”

His eyes get crazy dark and intense. The alpha that people seldom see stares back at me, dangerous, feral, and mine.

He lifts up and slams into me, forcing his way into me, the knot pushing against me. I moan, biting his shoulder.

He gasps. “Yes, right there!”

“NO BONDS!” Deacon barks.

I growl into Raynor’s skin, but then Raynor’s knot pushes inside, spreading me wide, filling me completely, swelling inside me.

My eyes stretch wide as I curl my fingers into his skin, pulling him closer. The pleasure has no name, no description. I can only lie there, helpless as the tide of it crashes over me, throwing us around.

Raynor groans, still moving but in small, harsh thrusts. He murmurs unintelligible words into my neck as his body shakes and shudders.

I cling to him, clenching around his knot, even as my eyes slide to Malcolm and then Deacon, who sits watching us.

Mal pulls his knot out of me and returns with a wet cloth. He cleans me up and goes and gets rid of it.