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

by Sarah Blue

To the girls with a mean inner voice, tell that bitch to stfu.

“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.”

“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?”

“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.