Page 91 of Puck My Life

I shift my weight, one thigh is pressed up between her legs, and I’ve got my arms braced around her shoulders and head, holding myself up.

“Vae,” I growl.

“We should think about this, what we’re doing, because it might ruin everything, and if we ruin everything, I don’t know what I will do because I love you guys so much and-”

I kiss her into silence.

She moans into my mouth, but her arms come up, encircling me and pulling me down. The laughter and excitement transforms into something darker, hungrier. I feel like I’ve been starving.

“Vae,” I pull my mouth from hers and kiss along her neck, dragging my teeth over her pebbling skin.

She arches her head to the side, but I pull away. I want to take this slowly.

Her eyes open and track my movements.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going out the back to get some air, otherwise we won’t be watching hockey or eating cake.”

She sits up and, to my extreme pleasure, looks torn.

“We need to watch their game.” She pauses. “And eat cake.”

I hold out a hand to her and hoist her up and into my arms. “Hey, Vae.”

“Yes, Raynor?”

“You taste better than any cake I’ve ever had.”

She grins at me, pure happiness shining out of her. “You taste as good as the vanilla cheesecake, no, better.”

“Are you sure? You don’t sound sure?” I tease.

She brushes her hair back, and the honeycomb candy scent of her hits me full in the gut. It takes everything I have to quiet the growl that wants to erupt out of my throat into a small noise.

Her eyes widen, but instead of looking scared, she leans into me, her pupils huge and black, her perfect pink lips parted.

“Vae,” I whisper. “Don’t hide from me again.”

“I didn’t think you’d ever see me as anything more than your friend.”

“You have never been just my friend,” I grumble and kiss her hard on the forehead. “Come, I’m going to have to spoil you now with cake number one so we both don’t lose our minds, rip our clothes off, and fuck each other for the next month.”

“That’s an option?”

I snicker and grab her wrist, towing her behind me as I go into the kitchen and unveil cake number one.

Fucking her is something I wouldn’t hesitate to do, but if I suddenly find happiness, I’m going to throw Mal and Deacon’s game and bring two furious alphas down on our heads, and neither of us wants that.

“Okay, tell me about the cake.”

I pull out the piece of paper the pastry chef gave me, unfold it with great flair, and begin reading in a pompous voice.

Vae grins at me but listens intently. When I finish, I hold a forkful out to her. She takes it and closes her eyes, savouring every mouthful.

“I’d be happy to feed you cake like this for the rest of our lives, Vae.”

Her eyes pop open, and she opens her mouth. I shove another mouthful in to stop her from saying what I know she’s going to say.