Page 35 of Puck Your Neighbor

"Character building," Leo says with a wink.

"More like torture," Maverick mutters, but he's smiling.

We all laugh, the sound filling the room. Mine is raspy, almost a whisper, but I'm no longer self-conscious around them. I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard, the last time I felt so...light. So happy. The story is silly, but it's more than that. It's a glimpse into their past, into their bond.

As the laughter subsides, I find myself looking at each of them, at the way their eyes sparkle in the dim light, at the way their smiles light up their faces.

Maverick, strong and steady, the leader of our pack, but with a gentle heart beneath his tough exterior.

Leo, playful and mischievous, but with a fierce loyalty to those he cares about.

Jenson, the quietest of the three, but with a warmth and kindness that radiates from him.

These men, these incredible, amazing men, are my mates. My pack.

The thought, instead of scaring me, fills me with a sense of peace, of belonging. It feels right. It feels like coming home. We finish eating and they help me clear the food away.

Soon, they start to get tired and they lay down, pulling me with them. We all fall into a comfortable, peaceful sleep, surrounded by the remnants of our picnic, the scent of barbecue lingering in the air. It's the most peaceful sleep I've had in years. It's filled with hope, with happiness, with the promise of a future I never thought I'd have. A future with them. When I wake, I know we will bond, and I can't wait.

I grimace as I flip over from my stomach. My breasts ache, and heat travels up my body. I frown. It feels like my heat has started, but it’s almost four days early. I’ve never had an early heat before, but maybe my inner omega knows we’re going to bond, and it kick-started early. We were supposed to bond last night, but the food knocked all of us out, and now my body’s telling me it’s time.

My clit tightens, and I bend my knees, pressing my thighs together for some friction. Opening my eyes, I see the galaxy light still illuminating the room. It’s either night or very early morning.

Maverick sleeps to my right, and Jenson is on my left. Leo and Jenson take turns sleeping closest to me each night. All three of them snore softly, not yet aware my heat has started early. After the hard game they had last night, I want them to rest. Maybe if I touch myself while they’re around, it’ll be enough to take the edge off until they wake up.

I glance at them. Their eyes are closed, their chests rising and falling slowly.

I slide my hand under the black comforter, pushing my leggings and underwear down off my hips. Spreading my legs, I run my fingers along my stomach and down to my folds. Slick coats my fingertips as I trace my outer folds and rub the little nub of my clit.

Biting my lip, I hold in a gasp as pleasure ripples through me. Touching myself feels so different since I found them. During past heats, I’d work myself raw chasing an orgasm that never fully came, but now it’s like I can have multiple and still want more. Even outside my heat, they never leave me unsatisfied. It’s not a one-time thing, and for that, I’m thankful.

Maverick shifts next to me, lightly touching my arm. My gaze flicks to him as he stares back at me with a sleepy smile.

"May I give you a helping hand with that, love?"

Tingles spread through me. He’s never called me love before, and I like it—a lot. Is it because we’re about to bond, and he doesn’t feel the need to hold back anymore? I nod, pulling my hand away while keeping my eyes on his.

I still can’t believe how safe I feel with them now. The way they defended me last night and chased off that journalist cemented the feelings that have been growing over the past month. They’re tender with me, respect my boundaries, and never once have I felt like they’re being fake just to get something from me.

His large, slightly rough fingers meet my folds, and a shiver runs through me; my body knows what’s coming. His fingers glide over my outer folds, and a low purr rumbles from his chest.

"Already so wet for us. Were you dreaming about us?"

I don’t remember, but I nod. I wouldn’t doubt it, considering how horny I woke up. In an instant, he finds my clit, applying firm pressure that makes my back arch off the bed. I grip his arm and the sheets beneath me.

He rubs quick and hard, working me higher before sliding two fingers into my passage. He curls them, pressing into my G-spot as he pumps his fingers upward, rubbing his thumb against my clit at the same time.

The wet sounds fill the room. Leo and Jenson stir to my left as more gasps escape my throat. I’m trying not to moan—I don’t want a sore throat for the next week—but as my inner omega takes over, I know I won’t have much choice. Instinct will take over to please our alphas.

They want to bond with us. They are pleased.

A soft purr starts in my chest as an orgasm explodes from my abdomen, shaking my legs and arms. Warm euphoria spreads through my chest and up to my head. Maverick keeps pumping his fingers, pushing me to a second orgasm before leaning down to kiss me, swallowing the small gasps from my throat.

My hand on his arm moves up to hold the back of his head, and I kiss him back with a fierceness I didn’t know I had. Another hand finds my breast, pinching my nipple through my shirt. I kiss Maverick for a moment longer before breaking away, turning my head toward Leo. As he focuses his fingers on my nipple through my sweater, I pull him into a kiss , too.

Maverick pulls his hand from my center, and I shiver, missing his touch already. Leo tugs at the hem of my turtleneck, and I sit up, still kissing him, before breaking away to pull the sweater over my head. Maverick helps me take off my leggings and underwear the rest of the way.

Now naked, the cool air hits my skin, but it does nothing to calm the inferno building inside me. My heat demands more, wanting their knots, their marks.

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