Page 44 of Puck Your Bunny

I stand up from the table and grab the handles of the wheelchair. "Time for bed, Bren."

I push Brendan down the hall to his bedroom. The guys trail behind me, forming a loose semi-circle near the open doorframe. I park the wheelchair next to the bed and tackle his evening oral care, using the suction toothbrush to clear the foam and protect his lungs. He blinks his bright blue eyes, letting out a low hum.

I roll the mechanical Hoyer lift over from the corner. I secure the thick canvas sling under him and use the motorized cradle to hoist his weight out of the chair, guiding him onto the mattress.

"I need to get him changed for the night." I grab a fresh adult brief and a pair of soft cotton pajamas from the dresser drawer. "You guys go wait in the living room."

Wally nods, stepping back into the hallway. Kel and Simon follow him out, pulling the bedroom door half shut behind them.

I finish the nighttime routine on my own. I slide the sling out from under him, get him changed, and rub unscented lotion into his hands and wrists. I pull the thick quilt up to his waist. His eyes drift shut, his breathing steadying as he falls asleep. I leavethe door cracked open to listen out for him and head down the hall.

I walk into the living room. The guys stand near the entryway. Simon checks his cell phone. Wally holds his car keys.

"Goodnight, Vayda." Kel offers a small smile. "We'll see you tomorrow."

I look at the three of them standing by the door. My mind replays the entire afternoon. Wally and Kel handling the shower transfers. Simon cooking dinner in my kitchen. They stepped into the hardest parts of my routine and embraced the work. They proved their dedication to me and Brendan. The warmth in my chest swells. I need them right now.

"Stay." I cross the living room floor in five quick strides. "I want you to stay."

Simon slides his phone into his pocket. Wally tosses his keys onto the entryway table. Their pupils blow wide, swallowing the color of their eyes. The shared scent of crisp sea breeze floods the room. It wraps around me, carrying their individual notes. Wally brings the dark spice of bergamot. Simon adds the inviting warmth of amber. Kel grounds the entire mix with the rugged scent of worn leather.

I reach out and grab Wally's hand.

"Come with me."

I turn around and go down the hallway. I lead them to my guest bedroom. My room is basic. A simple wooden dresser and a laundry basket sit in the corner. The space remains bare and functional. The king-sized mattress takes up most of the floor space, offering plenty of room for all of us.

I pull Wally inside. Kel and Simon follow right behind him. I kick the door shut.

Wally pulls me to the center of the room, his rough hands framing my face before he crashes his mouth down on mine. He slips his tongue past my lips to taste me, and I open wider tolet him explore. I grab the front of his t-shirt and yank upward, pulling the cotton fabric over his head when he lifts his arms. I toss the shirt onto the floor.

Simon steps up behind me. He runs his hands over my hips, grabbing the hem of my sweater. He pulls it over my head, taking my bra with it. The cool air hits my bare skin. Simon presses his chest against my bare back and wraps his arms around my waist. He buries his face in the crook of my neck. He sucks a dark bruise into my sensitive skin, dragging his teeth over my pulse point. The scent of amber surrounds me.

Wally takes a step back, dropping his hands to his belt buckle. Kel moves into the open space in front of me. He drops to his knees on the hardwood floor.

"Mine." Kel growls as he buries his face in my cleavage. He captures my right nipple in his mouth and swirls his tongue over the sensitive peak and tugs with his lips. A ragged gasp escapes my throat. I clamp a hand over my mouth to trap the noise.

He shifts to my left breast, pulling the aching peak into his mouth with steady suction. His calloused hands grip my bare hips, anchoring me against him.

I stand surrounded by three tall Alphas. Slick floods my underwear. I drag in a rough breath.

Kel pulls away from my chest. He drags his open mouth down my torso, leaving a trail of wet kisses across my stomach. His hot breath hits the skin right above my jeans.

He drops his hands to the waistband, popping the metal button to unzip the denim. He shoves the jeans and my underwear down my thighs. I step out of the clothes, kicking them into the corner of the room.

Kel drags his calloused hands down the backs of my thighs. He hooks his fingers under my knees and pulls my legs apart. He leans forward, pressing his mouth against my soaking pussy.

"Fuck." I throw my head back against Simon's shoulder.

Kel drives his tongue deep into my slit, lapping at my dripping juices. He swirls his tongue over my swollen clit, gripping my ass cheeks to hold me in place. He sucks my clit into his mouth, applying steady suction. The smell of leather and arousal fills my nose.

Simon slides his hands up my ribcage. He cups my bare breasts, rolling the sensitive peaks between his thumbs and forefingers. He tilts my head back against his shoulder, dragging kisses along my jawline. The dual sensation pushes me right to the edge. My legs shake.

Wally steps closer, crowding into the small space between Kel and the door. His dark eyes burn with raw lust. He grips his own erection through the thick denim of his jeans, stroking the length. His chest heaves with uneven breaths. Seeing him worked up sends a hot ache pulsing between my thighs.

I reach out, grabbing his broad shoulders. My fingernails dig into his skin. "Wally, please." I drag in a ragged breath. "I need you now."

Wally shoves his jeans and boxers down his muscular legs. His thick cock springs free. The broad head glistens with pre-cum.