Page 93 of Puck Your Charity

"You guys smell so good." She murmurs against my mouth, her hands gripping my shirt.

"We won that for you." Finn kisses her shoulder, his chest heaving with deep breaths.

"I spent the whole celebration wanting to get off that ice and find you." Lawrence presses a kiss to her thigh.

I stare at her flushed face. I spent my entire life chasing a silver trophy. I thought winning the Alpha Cup would fix the broken parts of my brain. I thought a championship ring would validate my existence.

Sitting in this dark SUV, the trophy means nothing.

Olive means everything. She helped me fix my head. She taught me how to drop my toxic anger. She gave this pack a center. Winning the game felt incredible, but winning her heart feels like the ultimate victory. I run my knuckles over her cheek.She turns her head and captures my lips in a desperate, wet kiss. Her tongue tangles with mine.

The SUV pulls into the garage of our mansion. We don't bother waiting for the driver to open the door. I shove the door open and step out. Finn carries Olive in his arms with her legs wrapped tight around his waist. We march through the mudroom.

We head straight down the hallway toward the master suite.

We step into the master suite of our mansion. Finn kicks the solid oak door shut behind us. The lock clicks into place, sealing us off from the rest of the world.

The giant nest sits in the center of the bed, a bowl of our spare sweaters and soft blankets untouched since this morning.

Finn sets her down on the plush carpet beside the bed. She leans back against the mattress, her chest heaving. The oversized jersey slips off one shoulder.

"We won the cup." Finn pulls his sweat-soaked compression shirt over his head and tosses it onto the carpet. "We played the hardest game of our lives tonight. We took hits, we bled, and we fought for every single inch of that ice. But this is the real prize right here."

Lawrence strips his dark base layer off, dropping the wet fabric on the nearest chair. "I thought about you up in that VIP box during every shift. Knowing you were watching us made me skate faster."

Malcolm nods, unlacing his sneakers and kicking them aside. "You kept us grounded."

"You guys look wrecked." Olive reaches out, tracing a fresh bruise on Finn's ribs with a soft touch. "You need a hot shower and ice packs."

"We need you." Finn catches her hand and kisses her palm. "Ice packs can wait."

We strip the rest of our gear off in a fast rush. Sweaty compression shorts and boxer briefs hit the floor, tossed aside in a messy pile. We stand around the bed, four naked men. Our cocks spring free, thick and hard. The post-game adrenaline keeps us wired, and the sight of her pushes us right over the edge.

Olive grabs the hem of the jersey. She pulls it over her head and tosses it onto the floor. She strips her leggings and underwear off in one fast motion. She climbs onto the mattress and settles on her knees in the middle of her nest. Her skin flushes a deep, feverish red. Her slick coats her inner thighs, shining in the dim light of the bedside lamp.

We crawl onto the mattress. We surround her, turning the nest into a chaotic tangle of limbs and heat.

Malcolm pulls her back against his broad chest. He wraps his huge arms around her, kissing the side of her neck. He bites the sensitive skin near her pulse point, drawing a loud moan from her lips.

Lawrence kneels in front of her. He pulls her hips to the edge of the mattress. He settles his face right between her spread thighs. He dives his tongue into her dripping center, drinking her sweet slick with a starving groan. He swirls his tongue over her swollen clit, setting a fast, demanding pace.

Olive thrashes against Malcolm's chest. Her hands grip his dark hair. "Lawrence, please."

Finn moves to her side. He captures her lips in a deep, bruising kiss. His tongue tangles with hers. He reaches down and cups her bare breasts, rolling her tight nipples between his thumbs.

I kneel on the mattress, waiting my turn. The sight of my packmates worshiping our Omega fuels a dark, intense fire in my gut. I want to feel her wrap around me. I want to lock us together.

Lawrence pulls his mouth away from her lower half, his chin shining with her spit. He crawls up the mattress, giving her space to move.

I lie back against the pillows in the center of the nest. I reach over and grab her hip.

"Straddle me." The soft request leaves my lips.

Malcolm shifts his hold, letting her go. She climbs over my thighs. She faces me and sinks down onto her knees, settling over my waist.

I grip her hips tight, my thumbs pressing into her hip bones. I lean up, pressing a hot kiss to her chest.

"I need you." The raw confession vibrates against her skin.