Page 39 of Puck Your Nanny

My breath catches as I sit back, taking her in. The soft flush across her chest, the way her thighs part slightly, inviting me closer. I reach for the button of my jeans, unfastening them and pushing them down along with my briefs. My dick is already hard, aching for her, but I’m not rushing this.

I lower myself between her legs, kissing my way down her stomach, watching the way her body responds to me. She gasps as I nuzzle the inside of her thigh, my breath warm against her skin. My hands grip her hips, holding her steady as I part her pink folds with my tongue, running along her slit to her the tiny nub nestled under a patch of trim blonde curls. She arches her back with the first swipe, a sharp inhale escaping her lips.

I take my time, teasing her, learning what makes her squirm when she's not in heat, what makes her breath hitch. Her fingers clutch the fur beneath her, her thighs trembling as I work hercloser and closer to release. She moans, head tipping back, and I encompass her clit with my mouth, flicking my tongue against it as I suck. I press two fingers into her and curl them to stroke her Gspot, a move Peter taught me and I'll forever use.

She cries out, her passage spasms around my fingers as she shudders while pleasure washes over her. I don’t stop until she’s undone beneath me, breathless and spent. Her eyes take on a dreamy gaze as she stares at me, her chest heaving as a small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth.

I move back up, pressing a kiss to her jaw, her cheek, her lips. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer, her body still trembles with the aftershocks. My knot already swells at the base of my shaft, my need for her only growing stronger.

Positioning myself at her entrance, I meet her gaze. Her legs wrap around me, drawing me in. I push inside, a deep groan rumbles up from my chest and turns into a purr that vibrates through my lips, and I'm sure she can feel it as well. She’s warm, tight, perfect. Her nails dig into my shoulders, her breath stuttering as I fill her completely. I still for a moment, letting her adjust, before drawing back and thrusting into her again, moving to hold her lower back, keeping her hips up, so each thrust will stroke her Gspot as well.

We move together, finding a rhythm that has her gasping as she brings her hands up to hold onto my arms. My knot presses against her, swelling further, locking me inside her. She moans, head thrown back, body arching as I push deeper and become fully sheathed in her. The pleasure builds until my balls ache for release. Her passage flutters around me. She's close as well to another climax. I move one arm under her to brace her back as my other can come down to stroke her clit, so I can push her over the edge with me.

She has my dick in a wonderful vise as she pulses around me with her climax.

"Holy fuck, Calvin!"

My name on her lips is my undoing. A growl rumbles from deep in my chest. "That's it, Daisy, come for me!" pleasure crashes over me in waves. My knot locks us together.

I press a lingering kiss to her forehead, smoothing her hair back as we catch our breath and wait for my knot to die down enough that I can pull out of her.

Today went how I wanted it to. Daisy really is the omega that's meant to be with us. I'm so glad she walked into our lives.

Chapter 13

The morning starts like any other. The house is quiet, save for the soft coos and gurgles coming from William as I hold him close, rocking him slightly while I prepare his bottle. His tiny hands fist the fabric of my pajama top, his head resting against my shoulder. He’s warm, his little body relaxed against mine, but that won’t last long. The second he realizes his bottle isn’t ready, he’s going to let me know just how displeased he is.

“Almost done, sweet boy.” I press a kiss to the soft brown curls atop his head before testing the bottle’s temperature on my wrist. Satisfied, I shift him in my arms, cradling him to feed him. His eyes light up when he sees the bottle, his mouth openingbefore it even reaches his lips. I can’t help but smile as he latches on, sucking greedily.

This has become our routine. Early mornings together. Nate and Calvin headed out around the same time we woke up to hit the gym before practice, and Peter’s one town over for business, not due back until the evening. I don’t mind the alone time, though. It’s peaceful like this, just me and Will, the morning light filtering through the kitchen window as I sway gently, letting him eat his fill.

My phone vibrates on the counter. I ignore it at first, too focused on Will. But then it vibrates again. And again. And again.

A frown tugs at my lips. With Will’s bottle still in one hand, I shift enough to grab my phone, unlocking it to see what’s happening. My notifications are flooded.

Instagram, Facebook, Even Twitter I mean... X which I haven’t used in years.

Thousands of new followers. Comments rolling in so fast I can’t keep up. My stomach clenches as I scroll, my pulse kicking up. It doesn’t take long to figure out why.

The photos.

The ones Calvin and I took with fans in that little lakeside town have spread like wildfire. Some are innocent enough—just a smiling couple posing with a well-known goalie. But others… others have headlines slapped across them.

Pack Mates Nate Blake and Calvin James’ Secret Omega?

Vipers’ Stars Off the Market! Meet the Puck Bunny Who Stole Their Hearts.

Is This Omega Puck Bunny just in it for 15 Seconds of Fame?

I frown.What the fuck is a Puck Bunny?

Peter is going to lose his mind.

He’d wanted to announce things properly, to control the narrative before the media could twist it. But now? The cat is well and truly out of the bag.

I glance down at Will, still happily drinking, unaware of the storm brewing outside our little bubble. With a quiet sigh, I scroll through the comments, trying to gauge the public reaction. Some are supportive, but of course, there are the usual trolls, the ones questioning everything.

Then, suspiciously, my phone rings.

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