Page 4 of Pucking the Enemy

“I didn’t want to be presumptuous,” he mumbled, punctuating his words with kisses.

It was crazy. I had just met this alpha… surely, I wasn’t considering going home with him?

My body cried out with need. If I didn’t take care of myself soon, my underwear was going to be drenched through.

“Be presumptuous,” I said, nipping at his bottom lip. His eyes closed, a low moan escaping his mouth at my words.

“I live a two-minute walk away,” he admitted. “Fuck, are you going to let me worship you, omega?” The words, combined with the title, made my poor, neglected pussy spasm. I was totally going to let him worship me.

I nodded.

“Fuck, I don’t care where you came from, but you’ve got a body made for knotting and smell like the sweetest fucking dessert. I was supposed to stay here tonight to support my friend, but he’s a big boy and can cope. Let me take you home?”

“Do you have any ID?” I asked.

He pulled back slightly, quirking an eyebrow. He wrapped an arm around my waist, looking from left to right. We were still in the loud, overcrowded kitchen.

Without a word, he tugged me through a short hallway to a den, where there were far less people and far less noise.

“ID?” he asked with a smile, his hands never leaving my body. “Trying to steal my identity?”

“Do you?” I asked more firmly.

He frowned, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet and pulling out his driver’s license. Taking it off him, I glanced over it. Sure enough, there was his name—Roman Kingswood.

“So you are Roman,” I said with a smile, holding the ID next to his face. “Do you mind if I send a picture of this and your face to my friend? For safety reasons.”

“That’s… really smart,” he said, nodding thoughtfully. He smiled as I snapped the photo, quickly sending it to a group chat with a few of my friends while Roman put his wallet back in his pocket. Seb was the most obvious person I should have texted, but he probably would have cockblocked me and given me a lecture about going places with strange men, and that was the last thing I wanted to deal with right now.

“Does your friend approve?” he asked. I hummed in agreement, as several thumbs-up emojis were sent from my friends, nodding as I looked up at him. His jawline was so angular. I wanted to nip at it.

He pulled me in to him again, this time placing wet open-mouth kisses on my neck that made my legs shake with anticipation.

“Let’s get out of here,” I told him.

Chapter 2

Hazel

The walk didn’t take long. On the way, I sent a quick text to Seb.

Hazel:

Wasn’t feeling too great, sorry to bail, but I’ll see you tomorrow ??

He didn’t answer. He was probably distracted by the puck bunnies.

It felt like mere seconds before Roman was unlocking the door to his house and dragging me through the entryway.

Dark fruit. Apple. Root beer. The house smelled downright edible.

I made a mental note to ask them what air fresheners or cleaning supplies they used, because the scent made my omega brain hum with happiness.

“Holy fuck, this place smells good,” I groaned.

“You smell better,” Roman murmured, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me in for a kiss as we stumbled into the bedroom.

I trailed my hands under his shirt and over the smooth expanse of his chest as I helped him pull his shirt off. Even in the dim lighting of the bedroom, I could spot the defined ridges of his chest and abs, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning as I ran my hand lightly over them.

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