Page 17 of Pucking the Enemy

“Sleep,” Cormac instructed softly, his lips pressed against her hair. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”

It was almost morning already. We had come in late from the party before we even found Hazel in the kitchen, so we were all exhausted. I didn’t intend to fall asleep, but with the sweet, calming omega in my arms, the pull of my exhaustion was too strong, and I drifted off into a deep, restful sleep.

Why the hell is my room so warm?

My room was kept nice and cool, thanks to the large fans I had running, but as I was slowly pulled out of sleep, all I could focus on was the blazing heat of small, greedy hands roaming all over my naked chest. When had I taken my shirt off? Last I remembered, I had been watching the omega build a nest…

The omega!

The scent of her slick was thick in the air.

“Hazel?” My voice was rough with sleep.

“Everyone’s asleep,” she whined, “I didn’t want to wake you.” As she spoke, her hands ran across my chest repeatedly.

“How are you feeling?” I asked, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her close.

“I really need a knot,” she admitted with a whine, her lips finding my chest, peppering kisses across it. “I don’t need slow, I don’t need you to take your time, I just need a knot,” she insisted, keeping her voice low.

The pure need in her voice did something to me. Every fiber of my being demanded I satiate that need. My cock had been hard as a rock in my sleep, probably due to the smell of her slick, and I doubted it was going down anytime soon.

“The others need to rest,” I whispered in her ear. She nodded, humming in agreement. “Can you stay quiet?”

“Only if you hurry up and knot me!” she hissed.

I didn’t have to be told twice. Gripping her waist, I flipped her, so her stomach was against the mattress with me hovering over her, my cock pressed against her ass. Reaching round, I covered her mouth with my palm. “You better not be too loud, little omega,” I growled in her ear. “This is going to be quick and dirty.”

“I’ll be good for you,” she whispered eagerly.

All rationale left me. Blood thundered in my ears as I shoved my boxers down with one hand, lining up my cock with her entrance. She was drenched, slick coated her thighs, and I was already covered in it.

There was no preamble or patience in my movements. With a single, rough push, I completely buried myself in her pussy. She let out a strangled cry of joy at the forceful entry.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted as I started to move more forcefully.

Her hands fisted in the sheets in front of her as her hips rocked back to meet my every thrust. She wasn’t deterred by the ferocity of my movements. In fact, judging by the copious slick and the fluttering of her walls, she seemed turned on by it.

Blood pounded in my ears as I took what I wanted, her walls clenching down on me with every thrust.

“You feel like fucking heaven. I’m going to knot you while my pack mates sleep next to us. And you’re going to take it like a good, slutty, little omega.” As I spoke, I leaned forward, gently running my teeth along her neck and nipping. Her skin tasted as she smelled—sweet and almost carbonated. At the contact, her walls contracted around me so hard, I saw stars. “So desperate for alpha knots, aren’t you? So desperate for my knot.”

“I am.” She moaned quietly. “I need it so bad. I need it more than anything in the world. I need to feel your knot stretching me.”

Her words egged me on, which probably wasn’t a good thing, considering I was already feeling a little feral. My mouth found her shoulder, latching on. I sucked at her skin. A rush of pride filled me at the knowledge that I was probably going to leave a mark.

A deep, instinctual part of me wanted to leave marks on the omega. To let every other alpha know that she had been mine. When she walked out of our house, looking thoroughly fucked, they’d all know that I was responsible for it.

“She’s fucking loving that,” a voice next to us spoke. I turned my head. Cormac was lying on his side, his head propped up by his hand, elbow resting on the mattress, giving him an excellent view of our actions. He grinned lazily at us. “Don’t stop on my account.”

The voyeuristic fucker.

“I guess we’d better give him a show, shouldn’t we, pet?” I cooed in her ear, lightly biting the lobe as she gushed around me.

“Sounds like she’s flooding your cock with slick,” Cormac said. The sound of our coupling filled the room: wet, filthy, and lurid.

“She’s absolutely drenching me.” I grinned, nipping at her shoulder. “She’s such a fucking incredible omega, so good at taking cock. A perfect little slut for us.”

Hazel didn’t answer. Instead she babbled incoherently as she did her best to meet me thrust for thrust.

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