Don't Puck With My Heart (Pucked Up Omegaverse, #2)

by Sarah Blue

“See anything you like?” she says, taking another heavy sip. “I don’t know, like a very tall man with a Russian accent who looks at you like he wants to eat you out from behind.”

“I want you so fucking bad,” he says, kissing my jaw and down my neck. His teeth graze along the column of my throat. “I’d make you feel so good,” he says, and damn if I don’t know that’s the fucking truth. “You should be mine.”

When I say that Alexi Bandnin is the most intimidating person I’ve ever met, I might mean it. It’s not because he’s mean or scary, it’s because he’s so fucking nice while being so goddamn big. Like, who gave him the right?

Rule number one of hockey: don’t fuck with the goalie. And it’s nice to know this new team has my back. I’m back on my skates when Alexi palms the back of my helmet with his gloved hand.

Rule number two of hockey: keep your head in the game, and don’t think about how fucking hot the team captain is.

Right now, I know for sure Piper is going to be in my pack. I don’t care what the good doctor says, she’s going to be mine. I’d be lying if I said the Beta next to me didn’t stir something up as well. But I’m not really sure who is going to be the hardest to convince. The good thing is, I love a fucking challenge.

“Oh, don’t you malyshka me,” she says, pointing at my chest. Her Russian is shit, and it makes me smile. “I looked that up. I’m not your baby girl. I’m an Alpha, and I’m no one’s baby girl.” My grin spreads even further.

“Vy khotite priyti na moyu ruku, malyshka?” “What?” she says, opening her eyes and blinking. I realize I must have said it in Russian. “Do you want to come on my hand, malyshka?”

I tsk and slow down my motions, which makes her grip my hair harder in defiance. “Look at me when I make you come, malyshka.”

“Didn’t want you suffering while I’m away for games, malyshka.”

“Life’s too short to live for other people. You don’t want to spend more time doing something that doesn’t make you happy.

“Did you know Owen pissed the bed till he was eight?” “Mom, fuck’s sake.”

Alexi’s chair legs screech against the wood floor as he stands and places his hands against the table. “That’s enough. Your daughter is talented, intelligent, and compassionate. What else could you ask for?”

Suddenly, Alexi’s hand is on my dad’s arm, tugging him out of the house. My dad’s eyes are wide, and Tess is scrambling out the door. Alexi has him at the threshold, and my dad is about to say something, but Alexi speaks first. “I’ll pack her shit and make sure she's taken care of. Fucking asshole.” Alexi slams the door.

Alexi tilts his head and walks over to me and puts his thumb under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “Your father’s wrong. Fuck him for not seeing how perfect you are.”

“When I say I want you, I mean I want you to be my girl. I want to take you on dates, show you off, end my day with you in my bed.”

“But you two aren’t together?” “Not yet,” he says. “Oh.” Alexi rolls his eyes and shifts his body so he’s looking at me. “You’re a part of that not yet,” he says, and I blink at him. I mean, he told me he had feelings for me, and mine are growing for him too. But actually conceptualizing that me, Alexi, and Piper could be a pack doesn’t seem real.

“It’s my Omega every single time. Thank you for the opportunity and the chance to learn at your hospital, but please send me my termination paperwork,” I say and hang up the phone before he can reply.

“Bram, there’s a new dance trend. Do you think you could—” She doesn’t even finish her sentence. “Where do you want me?” She smiles at him and leads him to a corner of the restaurant as light music plays

Piper laughs at his torture and slides her fingers down, dipping into her own cunt and presenting them to Alexi. “A taste for the road?” She arches an eyebrow at him in question, testing him. He grabs her wrist in his large hands and unceremoniously pops them in his mouth, cleaning them dry, and his pupils widen.

“Will you take my last name?” I ask her quietly. Once I bond with Owen and we register as a pack, I want it to be pack Bandnin, but I’m not sure how Piper feels about that, also being an Alpha. Not to mention she’s a goddamn doctor and all the paperwork of changing her information. She smiles down at me, her hands landing against the pillow on each side of my head. “I would be honored to become a Bandnin. I kinda like that you’re claiming me,” she says with a smirk.