Page 11 of Pucking the Enemy

“We’ve been a pack since we were sixteen. The moment we could legally form a pack, we did—we grew up together.” Roman smiled easily at his pack mates. “Then we decided to come to Avalon together.”

Avalon University.

That university was only a twenty-minute drive away from Hawking. Despite being in the same city, our universities were sports rivals—not that I cared about any of that.

“I’m studying at Hawking.”

“Good university,” Roman said, kissing the top of my head. “Damn hard to get into. You must be really smart.”

My entire body tingled, and I squeezed my legs together to try and avoid them noticing the increase in slick between my thighs. I was a sucker for praise, especially when it came from a man who looked like that.

“Thank you,” I mumbled, heat rising in my face. “Uh… can I have my phone? I need to text a few friends if I’m not going to be getting home tonight.”

Phillip nodded, gracefully extracting himself from the couch and getting my phone from my handbag in the kitchen. “Here,” he said, handing it to me.

“Thanks,” I said, quickly tapping a message to Seb.

Hazel:

Actually, I’m feeling real crappy. I know you won’t see this until morning, but I’m going to go stay with my folks for a few days. Mainly so I can see our doctor. We both know there’s no point trying to spend time with my parents, LOL.

“So, forgive me for getting right into it, but there are a few things we need to cover before we get to know each other—just in case your pheromones take over,” Cormac said gently.

“What do you need to know?” I asked, putting my phone down.

“Limits.”

My eyes widened, and I spluttered. “W-what do you mean?”

Phillip leaned forward. “What things do you like or dislike, anything that’s a hard no, birth control and such.” As he spoke, Roman rubbed circles on my bare thigh in a move that both soothed and riled me up.

“Shit, I didn’t even think to ask about birth control.” Roman grinned sheepishly. “My hindbrain was sort of taking over there.”

“I’m on birth control.” I nodded in confirmation. I hadn’t minded what Roman had done to me, not one single bit. My legs were still jelly after the orgasms he had given me. My back burned slightly from where I had rubbed up against the door.

Again, no regrets.

A few bumps and bruises in return for amazing sex? Seemed like an easy trade to me.

“You also said you hadn’t taken a knot before tonight?” Phillip asked gently.

My face must have been tomato red. That wasn’t really the topic of conversation I wanted to discuss, but I had been the one to blurt it out mid panic.

“Why didn’t you tell me that, Duchess?” Roman turned me to face him, holding my hands in his. “I could have done without, or at least been a fuck of a lot gentler.”

“No! It was great. I wanted it,” I rushed to say. “I just hadn’t had a chance to do it before tonight. I had been so busy with school and everything that it just never happened—I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Plus, it felt good. Really good,” I admitted, my face hot.

Roman couldn’t keep the self-satisfied look off his face at my words. “I’m glad I pleased you.”

“But if you’re in heat, do you want us to avoid that? You must be sore,” Phillip said, breaking the moment between Roman and me.

I shook my head. “I’m not… uh, sore.” I fumbled over the words. “If I’m in heat, is there any way to really stop us from doing that?”

“From knotting you constantly while we fuck you like feral beasts?” Phillip supplied. I nodded, biting my lip. When he said it like that, images filled my mind of being knotted and filled repeatedly by each one of these alphas.

My perfume exploded in the room, so thick I could almost taste it. It was suffocating, like someone had shoved my face into cotton candy.

Cormac beamed at me, his jeans visibly tightening at the scent.