Chapter 33
THIRTY-THREE
Puck is unhinged.
He’s roaring in fury, jumping off the bed, heading for the door. When he starts to undo the barricade he placed, chanting the word “kill,” I know I have to stop him.
He won’t hurt me.
He lied to me.
He smells like fresh cut grass and sunshine.
He lied to me for four years.
But he won’t hurt me.
“Alpha,” I say with a whine. His body stills. “Alpha, please.”
The raging Alpha turns to look at me, his shoulders heaving with his heavy breaths. This may be the first time I’ve seen him without his shirt, and I take just a moment to absorb the absolute beauty that is Puck Bellamy.
His dark skin is stretched over thick shoulders and a trim waist. His figure is so classically Alpha that I can’t believe I never noticed it before. His thick thighs are encased in dark jeans, and I feel slick gathering between my thighs just at the sight of him.
I’ve always known he was attractive, but now it’s something else.
I don’t know if I can ever get past his lies, though.
I spend too long admiring him, and he resumes his rage to leave the room.
Despite the pain in my side, I crawl out of the bed and throw myself to the floor, wrapping my hands around his waist. He immediately stills.
“Please, Alpha,” I say again. “Stay with me.”
He looks down at me, eyes completely vacant, and growls. “Hurt. Hurt my Omega !” The last two words come out in a roar, and I flinch back from him.
“He did, but you can make it better.” I try to tug him away from the door, but he is an immovable mountain. “Please, Alpha. I need you.”
Those must’ve been the magic words because he immediately wraps me in his arms and carries me to the bed. Puck gently lays me down on my back and covers my body with his.
I have never felt as small as I do underneath him.
He nuzzles my neck, lightly nipping at the skin and drawing an involuntary whine out of me. He purrs in satisfaction and continues to kiss down my body, slowly dragging his tongue over my bare breasts.
When his hot, wet mouth captures my nipple, my back bows off the bed as I make a noise of pleasure that goes right to his head. His dark eyes cut to me with satisfaction as he flicks my nipple with his tongue before moving to the other.
“Needy Omega,” he growls into my flesh.
It’s not long before he’s kissed and licked his way to the top of the ridiculous hotpants I’m wearing. However, he bypasses them for a moment and pulls my boots off. But then he kisses his way up my legs and to my thighs, and I know I am well and truly fucked if I try to deny myself this man.
“Wait, Puck,” I say weakly.
“Needy Omega,” he says again with a purr. He drags his nose across my cunt, inhaling deeply through the fabric. “Cookies. Shortbread cookies.”
I don’t know what I expected to smell like to Puck, but it wasn’t cookies.
Before I can protest again, he rips the fabric in two and dives between my legs. He licks at me like a man starved, flattening his tongue and dragging the broadest part of it up from my entrance to my clit.
He consumes me, groaning and growling into my flesh as he does so, with an enthusiasm that makes me feel weak. I can’t fight the pleasure that begins to simmer within me.
“Rut,” he growls against my flesh.
“No rut,” I say without any bite.
He shoves two fingers into me, and I yelp at the sudden stretch. He soothes the surprise away with soft suckles on my clit. The combination of his thick fingers gently massaging my upper wall, the spot where his knot will slot in perfectly, and his attention on my clit has my toes curling.
Puck has no hair for me to weave my fingers through, so my hands scramble to get purchase on any part of him. Eventually, I give up, wrapping the sheet up in my hands just before the coil that he’d been winding up within me releases, and pleasure spills out of me, slick soaking his face and hand.
I’m panting, body nearly boneless, as he rises from between my legs. He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he pops the button on his jeans and drags the zipper down, pushing his boxers and pants off in one movement.
My mouth dries up as I stare at his hard cock, the tip glistening with his excitement. “Rut,” he growls again, crawling across the bed to place himself between my legs. His tip drags against me, but he doesn’t push inside me.
I think if I told him to stop, he would. Or I could distract him, at least. I think he’s in Alpha guard, which doesn’t make sense since I didn’t drop, but this sounds similar to what Dr. Knight described happening to him.
He didn’t mention the rutting, but his Omega did drop, so maybe that’s the difference.
Regardless, I’ve got a massive, feral Alpha who’s buried his nature beneath drugs for at least four years, wedged between my thighs, millimeters away from plunging inside me.
I reflexively widen my legs slightly, and he takes that as all the invitation he needs, notching his head at my entrance and slowly pushing inside me.
My eyes roll back, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I’m not sure if I’m trying to speed him up or slow him down, but either way, I know I need him.
His sunshine and grass scent has my body relaxing into his. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to me so I can kiss up his throat. When he’s finally entirely inside me, he pauses, giving me a moment to get used to his size.
“Omega,” he says with a strangled voice. “My Omega.” There’s a reverence to his words that wasn’t there before, and I pull away slightly to look into his eyes.
His eyes are wet and slightly cloudy but firmly fixed on my face.
“You’re mine,” he whispers. “You’re really mine. I…” A sob catches in his throat, and the moment’s vulnerability has my eyes watering, too. “I don’t deserve you. This.”
And maybe he doesn’t.
I know he’s done terrible, immoral things in his time with Kieran.
But that doesn’t change the truth.
“You are mine, and I am yours,” I tell him.
Then he begins to move.
Puck’s presence is overwhelming when he’s just standing next to me, but between my legs, pumping his impossibly hard cock into me, it feels like I could burst under the pressure of his gaze. Pleasure has me turning into mush beneath him, and my brain empties of everything except the sensations that are curling inside me.
He’s surprisingly gentle despite clearly being in a rut, taking care not to jostle my bruised ribs or throat. He reaches between us to rub the pad of his thumb in circles around my clit after gathering some slick from where our bodies combine. The dual feelings are enough to have me moaning wantonly, nails digging into his back as I thrash beneath him.
“Omega,” he purrs with satisfaction, “you take me so well.” His pace begins to pick up as I grow more responsive to his touch, and I lose myself further within him.
“Alpha,” I whine, hips writhing and thrusting into his. “Please, Alpha.”
It’s not that I don’t know what I’m begging him for. It’s that all of the synapses in my brain are firing at once, and I cannot make the words come out of my mouth.
He’s fucking me near speechless.
“I got you, Queenie,” he whispers as he leans down and presses his lips to mine in our first kiss.
As our lips move against each other, our bodies in harmony as our tongues tangle, I shatter around him.
He groans into my mouth and follows me over the edge, hips stuttering but lips never stopping their gentle assault on mine. I feel his knot swell inside me and let out a cry of pain against his open mouth.
“Shh,” he soothes, stroking a hand down my side, “you’re made for me. You can do it, Queenie.”
Eventually, my body relaxes and melts into the mattress beneath me. We’re stuck together, but I quickly get used to his knot. Puck flips us, settling me on his chest as we lie locked together.
“Can you ever forgive me?” he says quietly, not making eye contact. “For all of it. The lies, the horrible things I’ve done? For not getting you out of here?”
“It’s not like you could’ve, though.” I rub my hand soothingly down his chest. “I’m stuck here.”
“I could’ve, though.” I wouldn’t have heard him if I weren’t lying on top of him. How a man so large can speak so quietly is a mystery to me. “In the beginning. I could’ve gotten you out.”
It takes a moment for the words to register with me, and when they do, I stiffen. His hands wrap tighter around me as if he’s afraid I will flee.
Lucky for him, I’m stuck here.
“What do you mean?” I say through gritted teeth. “What the fuck do you mean, Puck?”
His body flinches beneath mine, and then he takes a deep breath. “Kieran trafficked my sister. I infiltrated his organization in an attempt to rescue her. I was too late, but I’ve been slowly freeing Omegas and getting them out since.”
“How?”
“Faking their deaths sometimes, like a John killed them. With the male Omega recently, I killed all his handlers and got him out of there before Kieran even laid eyes on him and told Kieran he was a Beta with synthetic hormones.” He strokes a hand down my tense spine, but I can’t relax as I listen to him shatter the image I had of him. “Some of them, if we can manage it, ‘escape’ from Prism before they’re fully processed. We don’t know all the stops on their circuit, but we’ve found some of them and purchased a few of the Omegas. But that’s expensive.”
“We?”
“A group of us is trying to get Omegas out of bad situations. It’s headed up by a pack called Lupine.” He sighs heavily and strokes my hair, his eyes falling closed. “When you came on board, I talked to them about getting you out. But you didn’t seem to be in immediate danger, and the team thought maybe one day you’d be an asset to us and could help the mission.”
Bile rises in my throat, and I try to scramble away from the Alpha. He holds me tighter. “I know how it sounds. It’s probably worse than it sounds because I was just happy to be able to keep you in my life. I didn’t push too hard against it.”
“You were going to use me as an asset? Kept me here just in case I could serve your cause?”
It’s then that I give up all pretenses of struggle and fight, and I let the tears fall.
Because there’s nothing else to say after he reveals that.
“No, Puck, I don’t think I can,” I whisper.
“Don’t think you can what?”
“Forgive you.”