Page 12 of Pucking the Enemy

“We can restrain ourselves, if need be,” Cormac assured me.

“Have you ever been with more than one alpha?” Phillip asked.

I shook my head. “Roman was actually the first alpha I’ve ever been with,” I admitted.

They all seemed so calm and experienced. What the hell had I gotten myself into? Next to them, I was practically a child who knew nothing.

Roman leaned forward, softly capturing my lips in his. “I’m honored to be your first.” He grinned.

Why did that sound so sexy coming from his mouth?

“We need to be cautious. If you’ve only been with Roman and never shared a heat before, you could get overwhelmed easily. We don’t even have your nest here, so you’re going to feel displaced.”

“I haven’t only been with Roman,” I mumbled.

“Betas don’t count.” Cormac smirked.

I opened my mouth to deny it, but there was no way I could compare what I had experienced before to what I had done with Roman.

I wanted to do it again.

And again.

“Drink this,” Phillip instructed softly, handing me the bottle of water in his hands. He hadn’t grabbed a glass of alcohol like the others. Roman stayed crouched in front of me, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my thighs.

“I-I’m not thirsty,” I stuttered.

“You need to drink. Omegas can get dehydrated stupidly easily while going through a heat. It’s better if you hydrate now to save us some pain later on.”

I took the bottle. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to be a pain. I can leave,” I insisted.

Phillip’s eyes widened as both Roman and Cormac made sounds of displeasure. “No! I don’t mean it like that—you’re not going anywhere.”

“But I’m inconveniencing you!” I said, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes.

“Listen to me, omega.” Phillip’s voice was firm and held that alpha command that had my spine straightening to pay attention to whatever it was he had to say. “You are not an inconvenience. We’re going to make sure you get through this healthy and well, and to do that, you need to drink now because, in a day or two, you’ll be so busy begging for us to knot you for the twentieth time that you won’t be able to even think about drinking.”

I bit my lip, then took the bottle. He really needed to stop talking—every time he did, I somehow got even more turned on, thanks to the mental images his words kept giving me.

Twisting the cap off the bottle, I took a deep sip, relishing in the satisfied looks all the alphas gave me.

I wanted to please them.

Chapter 5

Cormac

“So… what do we do now?” she asked in a small voice.

“Come here,” I instructed gently, pulling her into my arms. “We can just relax, get to know each other better?—”

My words were cut off by lips being pressed against mine.

Hazel was gorgeous—I had to give it to Roman; he had fantastic taste. The omega was small but potent. Her lips were impossibly soft against my own, and I wanted to keep tasting her. Her hips wiggled, grinding her damp, exposed pussy over the crotch of my jeans as I pulled her astride my lap.

Her pheromones exploded in the air, and the fog crept into my brain. I wanted to do filthy things to her, to fuck her into the mattress so hard she would feel me for days.

If she wasn’t in heat, I would have been asking her even more questions about her limits, because the small and stubborn omega gave me the impression that she would be a lot of fun to play with.

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