Page 111 of Puck My Life

“Good omega.”

I shudder, tightening around him. I want to squirm and protest and give him anything he wants. Except I need that knot. The ache is building, and it’s not stopping.

I sob for breath, but he suddenly grabs me around the throat and pulls me up against him, my back plastered to his chest. His hand squeezes as he moves in short, violent thrusts.

“Beg me.”

I snarl, but I know I’m going to give in. I clench around him, and he squeezes my throat.

“Do it again,” he whispers in my ear, while his other hand strokes around over my belly, pausing.

I look down, watching his hand.

“We’ll fix that later,” Deacon bites my earlobe.

I cry out, but that triggers it. “Please knot me. Please. Deacon.”

“No!” he snaps. “Who am I?”

I pause, my mind going completely blank. “I…uh, Alpha?”

“Yes,” he drags his hand up, tilting my back back, while his fingers delve between my legs, flicking over my sensitive clit.

“I’m never going to let you go, omega mine. This is it. Prepare yourself, because you’re going to be mine forever.” His harsh breath tickles my cheek, but then he pulls my head back further, and his mouth covers mine, filling my mouth with all of what is him.

He pinches my clit and squeezes my nipple hard. I scream into his mouth, but he surges up, almost lifting me up, his cock impaling me, my gravity forcing myself down onto his knot, slowly stretching to take the widening flesh.

I lose my mind, the pleasure and the pain has me almost blacking out. I hold on to his arms, leaning back against him.

Deacon kisses my face, tiny butterfly kisses that I don’t register until the world stops shaking.

“Deacon? Alpha?”

“Yes?”

I burst into tears.

Deacon bundles me up, shifting us into the soft blankets while Raynor and Mal squeeze in. His knot is still inside me, satisfying the aching hunger that is starting to abate.

And I’m safe.

I don’t need to be the rescuer; I don’t need to be responsible; they’ll take care of me.

I lay there and let the feelings crash through me. I feel so out of control, but my anchors are here.

As long as we’re together, we’ll be okay.

Mal

PAST

“Vae!”

She jumps and whirls around. “What’s wrong?”

I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight. “We really fucked up, Vae. Like, really badly.”

“How?” she asks.