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Her legs start to tremble.

I try for Yeti.

She gasps.

Then fae, just to see, and have her whimpering beneath my tongue.

I shift back. Fuck her with my tongue. Wish I could fuck her with my cock, but loving her like this is enough to keep my shifting in check.

“Puck, you taste so good,” I growl against her folds.

Wynter starts to laugh, but it turns into a cry. And then another cry as she starts to pump her hips against my face. Riding it. Moaning. Begging for more.

I slide one finger inside her, and that’s all it takes. To have her coming for me. To have her screaming my name.

And then I’m on my feet, lifting her, positioning her over my cock. And thank puck that I work out, because I’m going to fuck her standing in the middle of the skate rental hut. Show those skates a thing or two.

I tease her clit with my cock a few times just to see her tremble, and then slide past her hot wet folds. I enter her, inch by excruciating inch, taking my time even though it nearly kills me. But hearing my girl whimper and watching her squirm makes me want to tease her for all eternity.

“Leith!” Wynter wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me the rest of the way in. And feeling her around my throbbing cock is enough to make me lose control.

I pump into her, hard. Fast. Watch her throw her head back in pure ecstasy, her lips parted, her eyes slammed shut. She moans with every thrust, and the pleasure on her face makes me want to give her more.

I shift into a Yeti, and she gasps. Cries out. For a second I worry I pucked up, but she tightens her legs around me and urges me on.

So I try again and shift into a troll. And let me tell you, their cocks? Thick as puck.

“Oh yes, just like that,” she moans, and I feel her stretching around me to accommodate my swelling cock. “Oh, Leith.”

And hearing my name on her lips sends me over the edge. I go hard. Fast. Forget where we are. Forget who I am, though there isn’t a second that goes by that I’m not aware that I’m fucking Wynter.

And then she squeezes around me, milking me as she comes and screams my name. So loud that if anyone’s outside, they know. Puck yeah, they know.

But all I know is that I made my girl come. And with one final pump, I let myself explode inside her.

Chapter Seventeen

Zoe

I run into Eirwen on my way back to the bleachers. The petite blonde is new in town and is slowly becoming a friend. A slightly odd friend who’s currently holding a vulgarly large corndog that’s got a small dollop of ketchup, just on the tip.

“What happened to you, Zoe? You look very… ummm… crumpled?” she says, falling into step next to me.

“Crumpled?” I snort at her odd choice of words. Then realize I probably look like I just snuck off to hook up with one of my mates… which I definitely did just do.

“Oh Goddess, were you bedded?” she asks as I finger comb my hair and straighten my clothes.

“Bedded?” As far as odd choices of words go, that one throws ‘crumpled’ out of the park. Or skating rink, as the case may be. It also reminds me that there was no bed involved in what Leith and I just did, which only made it ten times hotter.

“You did! With whom?” She looks around, her eyes scanning the crowd. “You must tell me everything. What was it like? Was it as good as they say? Is he yours, or may I take a turn?”

“Mine! Definitely mine.” I feel a stab of jealousy and have to remind myself that Eirwen doesn’t have her eyes on my mate. “Wait, are you telling me you’ve never done it before?”

“No, I should think not. Being a roya…” She trails off, looking flustered. “My family wouldn’t tolerate such things. I was arranged to marry a man before I left. We would have mated for heir-making purposes, not for pleasure.”

“Oh,” I say, a bit at a loss for words. “Well, it’s a good thing you moved to Silver Springs. Good thing I moved here, too.”

I may not have a job by the end of the week, but I can be myself here. And it’s where I met two amazing men who both want me… and who are my mates. Yes, Ghost is in town too, but hopefully he got the hint, packed his bags, and left. Because I’m tired of hurting this much every time I think of him.