Page 141 of Puck My Life

“I’m saying they make you happy. I don’t think you can be happy without them, and they can’t be without you. So, I’m telling you, Vae, as a person who loves you, that the only risk is a little bit of pain. They can’t break you, but they can fill the hole in here.”

He taps my chest, stands up, and holds out his hand.

“So, what are we going to do?”

I hesitate. “I want to think for a while.”

Jansen shrugs and tucks my hand in his elbow and leads me up the stairs and out of the arena.

I’m baking croissants. It requires a lot of muscle work and makes me feel better.

There’s a knock on the door, and when I go to open it, Raynor steps into the space, advancing on me. He’s so close my breath stutters in my lungs.

“Vae,” he murmurs.

He leans towards me, and I lean towards him at the same time. It’s the barest touch; he doesn’t press for more, but I’ve been so lonely, and this is my alpha. I chase his lips, grabbing his shirt and pulling myself up to get more access.

“Raynor, please.”

“Fuck, Vae, I can’t resist you when you say my name like that.”

His mouth covers mine, his tongue invading my mouth. The taste of vanilla is everywhere, and I’m going to drown in it.

I break away, turning, but he captures my hips from behind, dragging me back into him.

“You feel so fucking good, Vae.”

One huge hand slides around my stomach and slides up until his fingers push my bra cup down, and he grips my aching flesh.

I shudder and rock my hips against him.

“It’s just sex. I’m not forgiving or changing my mind. Not yet. And no foreplay.”

Raynor pauses. Maybe he hears the desperate, needy note in my voice. Maybe he just wants me the way I want him.

“Just sex. Okay, baby, I can make you feel good. Make your toes curl and tire you out so you can sleep.”

“How did you know I can’t sleep?” I gasp when he licks my neck, and I tilt my head, giving him more access.

“Because you’re up at three and have black circles under your eyes, and you never sleep well alone.”

He walks us forward as he pinches my nipple, dragging his teeth across my neck.

Raynor bends me over my bench, right near the croissants waiting to go into the oven. I’m going to have to throw the whole lot in the bin.

I don’t even care.

He unbuttons my pants and pulls them down. He grabs his cock and rubs it against me.

“You’re so wet already, Omega. Did you miss me?”

I growl at him.

He shoves up into me, impaling me. I let out a squeal and hold on to the counter, panting.

He stays there, pressed against me.

It takes forever before he moves, but when he does, I almost weep. This, this is what I’ve been missing. It’s like my pussy has decided that his cock is the perfect fit, and it’s the only one that can give me pleasure. My toys don’t even do it for me. Once you go pack, you don’t go back.