Page 87 of Puck My Life

“You need an alpha you trust, and you’re not going to find anyone you trust more than us.”

“Just like that? No romance, no-”

“Vae, if you want romance, I can give you that, too. Easily. You are a beautiful omega. You are smart, hardworking, and intelligent; you bring out the best in us. I could easily give you romance; as you’ve seen, we have the right chemistry.”

“What about regrets?”

“Would you regret being with me?”

“No!” I splutter. “But you-”

“I would never, ever regret a single moment with you, Vae. But helping you through something and having you trust me this much…that would be my absolute honour.”

“You’re not in love with me, though.”

“Neither is he. And, anyway, why are you so insistent on telling me my feelings? I told you how I felt, so why wasn’t that enough?”

I open and close my mouth but have no answer for that. He reaches out and brushes my hair behind my ear.

“Vae, just think about it. Don’t shut us out. We can be the alphas that you need.”

I blink back a stray tear. “I didn’t want you to change.”

“Maybe it was time. Maybe it was past time we grew up and started looking at what was right in front of us. You need our help, Vae, and you have done nothing but take care of us since the day we all walked into that house. Let us take care of you.”

I chew my lip, and he reaches out, gently tugging my bottom lip free of my teeth.

“God, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

I melt inside. My breath hitches, but his lips touch mine before I can think. He pulls back and opens his eyes, staring at me.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You,” I whisper in a stunned voice.

“Good girl.”

He steps into me, kissing me hard, his hand on my waist, one hand cupping the back of my head as he deepens the kiss. His tongue strokes mine, leaving that delicious taste of him that I can’t describe; it’s just him.

I lean into him, going up on my tiptoes, as his hand works under my jumper until it’s splayed across the small of my back.

He picks me up and spins us into the shadows, away from the lights.

I wrench my mouth from his. “What are we doing?”

“You’re going to come for me.”

“What?” I squeak.

“I want to see you feel good, Vae. Let me do this for you.”

I barely nod when he unbuttons my jeans and drops the zipper, kicks my legs apart, and slides his hot and huge hand down my pants.

I gasp, shocked at the feel of his calloused fingers as they brush over my clit.

“Raynor,” I moan.

He kisses me again, drugging me into submission. I’m lost in him, chasing the pleasure his musical fingertips are strumming on my clit. He wedges me against the side of a car, pressing me against the cold metal, and slides one finger into me while his thumb rubs back and forth, sending fireworks sparking through my body.