Page 110 of Puck My Life

I cry because I ache so much. It won’t stop. I’m tired. Raynor fucked me for hours, but he couldn’t anymore, and then Mal took over. We haven’t slept; my muscles ache. But I need more.

I let out a whine and turn my head away when Mal holds a bottle of water to my mouth.

“Drink.”

“No.”

“Drink,” he barks with a command I’ve never heard him use. “Just a little.”

I look at him with betrayal seeping out of my pores.

“You can give me that look, but the fact is, I don’t care if we suffer, but I will not let you hurt yourself.”

I drink the water.

He slides a hand down my spine. “Good girl.”

My eyes snap open as another blaze of liquid arousal turns my insides to molten agony. I drink the water, forgetting to stop, I can’t take my eyes off him.

As soon as he takes the bottle away, I reach for him, but he laughs and moves out of the way of my grasping hand.

“You need something more.”

More than him?

I feel the dark pull of Deacon from the other side of the bed. My ire rises quick as lightning.

“You ready now?” I snap angrily.

“Crawl to me.”

My temper soars, but he just smiles. I get up, but my legs are weak. I’m wobbly, more so than I would have imagined. But I crawl to him, not to give him the satisfaction, but so I can show him my intense displeasure.

As soon as I get close, his coffee scent hits me, and my anger drains away. The savage clenching of my body demanding knots is relentless, but Deacon suddenly springs.

“I’m not going to be gentle,” he hisses harshly as he yanks on my hair.

I’ve heard the way the omegas scream, I know whatever he does to them, it feels good. Still, there is a healthy part of me that hesitates, wondering if I can.

“You won’t hurt me,” I rasp out confidently.

“Wrong. I will hurt you,” Deacon purrs and moves behind me. “But you’ll love it.”

He spreads my thighs almost impossibly wide and puts a hand on my neck, pushing me down so I’m lying with my ass in the air and the heat of him between my legs.

“Are you ready, omega mine?”

I tremble at his voice, at the threat and promise.

“Yes.”

He slams into me, all the way up to the hilt. I cry out, but he grips my hips and holds me with aching brutality as he slams in and pulls all the way out before returning, pounding a grunting cry out of me. I thought Mal and Raynor were out of control, but they were holding back. This is feral, this is wild, it’s unhinged.

I love it.

“You’re tighter than I imagined. So hot and achingly tight.”

He keeps hitting a spot inside me that’s making it impossible to think. I come on his cock, screaming so loud I surprise even myself, but he doesn’t stop; hefucks me through it, and when I’m limp and gasping, he grips my nape and squeezes.