Page 208 of Pucking Them
I toss my head back, allowing myself to ride it.
I shake, and Eden kisses me, as I moan in ecstasy.
He kisses me through the aftershocks.
Finally, I slump forward.
I’m floating and sated. My body aches. But I haven’t been this relaxed in months.
I can hear D’Angelo murmuringgood boysto Shay, praising and kissing him.
Behind me, Eden lets go of me. Then I feel him lightly clean my hand with a soft cloth, before he brushes my hair back from my face.
“Are you comfortable there, collapsed over my brother?” He asks.
“Hmm.” I allow the knotted dildo to finally slip out of Shay. “I won’t move for anything less than chocolate.”
Eden takes the hint, massaging my shoulders for a moment. “Luckily I have chocolates in that nest of cushions over there.”
I knew that Eden would have the perfect scene with aftercare laid out.
Eden helps me to stand and then starts to unbuckle his brother’s legs. He massages Shay’s ankles, checking that they’re not bruised.
I smile at Shay, who still looks dazed and is leaning his cheek into D’Angelo’s hand. “That was better than I could have imagined. You were perfect for me. I can’t wait to offer my collar to you tomorrow.”
Shay brightens, rising out of subspace at the mention of the collar. “I didn’t expect that I’d be celebrating my birthday at all. That your gift is a collar… It’s means the bloody world. Thanks for this tonight. It was exactly what I needed. You make a hot Alpha, love. Where have you been hiding your knot?”
I drop my dress back over my cock with a flourish. “A lady doesn’t reveal her secrets.”
Shay’s laugh is like the sun. I could live in its rays.
Unexpectedly, a sudden barking breaks out from the pocket in my skirt.
“What the fuck?” I scrabble at my pocket.
Both Eden and Shay look sheepish.
“Sorry, love.” Shay exchanges a glance with his twin, as Eden helps him out of the swing. “That’s your ringtone. I recorded a new one as a joke. Puppies are only meant to bark, right?”
“Bad puppy.” D’Angelo pulls Shay to his side, swiping his ass.
Shay yips but then cuddles closer to D’Angelo.
Eden looks pleased with himself.
I yank out my phone.
Who the hell would be calling me at this time?
A sudden fear shoots through me, chasing away the floaty, joyful sensation, when I see the number.
It’s Cody.
My skin goosebumps. Why would my brother be calling me this late?
“What’s wrong?” D’Angelo frowns, watching my expression.
I shake my head, hurriedly answering the phone with trembling fingers.
