Page 49 of Puck Your Bunny

She rolls eyes at the joke, but a flush creeps up her neck.

Wiping my forehead with the hem of my dirty t-shirt, I smear sawdust and sweat across my face.

"I need to put these away in the shed." I lift the tool belt from the top of the ramp, slinging over my shoulder before picking the power drill up from the grass.

"I'll come with you." Vayda follows me as I walk across the yard toward Hale's old workshed in the back.

The solid wooden door creaks open as I turn the knob. The cooler air inside offers a quiet retreat from the bright yard. Sunlight pours through the wide windows above the workbench, catching the sawdust floating in the air.

Walking over to the wooden workbench, I set the drill down and drop the leather tool belt onto the wood. I unclip the drill bit and place it right back in the organizer. Hale's tools have their specific spots, and I respect the history in this room. I make sure every wrench, every screw, and every tool returns to the exact spot I found it. I want to show her I respect the Alphas who came before me.

The familiar smell of cedar and motor oil hits my nose, bringing the memory of her heat to the surface. My cock twitches behind the zipper of my jeans at the thought of her in here with me.

The solid wooden door swings shut. The deadbolt clicks into place, blocking the outside noise.

I turn around. Vayda leans against the closed wooden door. The sunlight from the window hits the side of face, highlighting the curve of her jaw and the hungry look in her eyes.

"What are you doing?" My voice drops.

"Simon said the documentary has about twenty minutes left. He and Wally are glued to the screen with Brendan. They plan to stay inside until it ends." Her voice sounds low and tight.

She pushes off the door and steps into my space. The distance between us vanishes. The scent of fresh lavender rolls off her warm skin, mixed with the distinct scent of her arousal. She's soaking wet. Just standing here turns her on.

"20 minutes." My throat feels dry.

"Yeah." She steps closer, sliding her hands up to grip my broad shoulders.

"I appreciate the ramp, Kel. Letting Brendan enjoy the yard changes everything for us." She tilts her head back, looking up at me through her dark lashes.

"I wanted to build it." I drag my thumb across her cheek.

"Last night woke me up. I used to have a high sex drive before the crash. I shut that part of myself down until I met you guys. I spent the entire day thinking about you. Being out here alone with you right now makes me crazy." A flush creeps up her neck.

A rough growl rips out of my chest. Her honest vulnerability snaps the last thread of my restraint. I need her right now.

I stare down at her, letting the silence stretch for a beat. It's just me and her. I want a solo run. I want to show her how much I want her.

"Good. I'm going to make you lose your mind." I slide my hands down to her waist, gripping her hips.

"I want you to. I want you to take over." She arches her back, pressing her chest against mine.

My mouth crushes against hers, parting her lips with my tongue while she opens for me, sliding her fingers up my shaved undercut to grip the bun at the back of my head. I swallow the muffled moans vibrating in her throat as teeth clash, fighting for control in the quiet shed. Her back arches, pressing her chest against my bare skin while my rough thumbs dig into her stomach.

Gasping for air, we break apart. My hands catch her hips, lifting her up and spinning around to set her down on the edge of the wooden workbench. A box of loose nails rattles and a sanding block gets shoved aside by her thighs as her legs wrap around my waist, pulling my hips flush against her.

Stepping between her spread thighs, I bury my face in the crook of her neck, dragging my lips over her racing pulse. Lavender and arousal fill my nose. My teeth scrape against her skin as I suck a dark mark into the side of her neck. Thesilver marks from her prior Alphas catch the light, a constant reminder of her history. My teeth graze her throat, waiting for her permission before I leave a permanent mark. Will she ever be ready to let us add our own?

A soft moan escapes her as she tilts her head back. My mouth follows the curve of her throat down to her collarbone, dragging my lips over the skin before I catch the hem of her oversized gray sweater and pull it over her head.

The fabric hits the floor while my hands move to the waistband of her leggings. She lifts her hips off the wood, bracing her weight on her palms as my fingers hook into the stretchy material and her lace panties, pulling them down her thighs.

While she's still lifted, my palms slide up the backs of her bare thighs to grab her ass. Dragging her forward to the very edge of the workbench, I position her before she settles her weight back down. Her fleece-lined boots hit the floor as she kicks her legs free of the tangled clothes.

"Let me take care of you." My voice comes out as a rasp.

She spreads her knees wider. Her center is soaked, juices dripping down her inner thighs. The sight of her so ready for me sends a surge of adrenaline straight to my cock.

Kneeling on the shed floor, I grip her ass to hold her in place. Leaning forward, I press my mouth against her soaking wet folds.