Page 15 of Pucking the Enemy

Her body convulsed, and she let out a scream of pleasure.

“She just fucking gushed over my cock.” Roman clutched her hips tightly as he relentlessly fucked her while she was on display for me.

His legs were covered in her juices, and for a moment, I was jealous. I wanted to be the one coated in her slick.

All in good time.

Roman’s pace became disjointed. He was going to come. Lightly grabbing Hazel by the throat, I spoke. “How does it feel, omega?”

“H-he’s so big.” She panted wildly. “So full. Oh, fuck, I’m so full. So good. Please!”

“Please what?” I asked.

“Knot!” she screamed.

“I’m going to knot you. You’re going to feel me for days, omega,” Roman growled as he thrust one final time. My lips found Hazel’s as I swallowed her scream while Roman’s knot expanded in her.

Once her whimpers died down, I pulled back. We were kneeling on hardwood floors; that couldn’t have felt good.

“Roman. Sofa.” I jerked my head in that direction before looking pointedly down at our knees.

With a deep breath, he hauled up the omega, who was still attached to his knot. Her head lolled against him as she looked forward, dazed and knot-drunk.

Roman had knotted her twice now. I was jealous.

He situated them so he sat back on the sofa as she perched in his lap. She wiggled her hips, her eyes hazy.

“Still feeling needy?” I asked her.

I was already hard as a rock again. She nodded weakly.

“I made her come on my knot last time,” Roman said.

“Spread her for me,” I instructed, sinking to my knees. “Oh, that’s a pretty sight,” I cooed, my fingers lazily stroking over her clit. Her pussy was stretched impossibly taut over Roman’s knot, and I appreciated the sight as I stroked her clit.

Personally, I didn’t give a shit about being so close to Roman’s dick. We had all hoped that, one day, we would share an omega, so close encounters of the cock variety were kind of inevitable.

Leaning forward, I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked. Hard.

Sweet, fruity musk exploded in my mouth. Hazel tasted delicious. There was a hint of caramel to her slick, and it was so damn good. I wanted to feast like a starving man.

Her body thrashed on Roman’s knot, and his hands flew to her hips to keep her firmly in place.

“Jesus Christ, Cor, she just clamped down on my knot so hard. I don’t think my cock is ever getting free!”

That didn’t stop me. Instead, I doubled down. Hazel needed to get over this wave, and the only way to do that was through knots and orgasms.

“You better get used to it, then,” I muttered against her clit, biting down lightly and being rewarded with her cry of pleasure. “Because I don’t intend to stop.”

Her legs trembled as she came again, throwing her head back, displaying her chest. Phillip must have had a fucking amazing view of her as she came on his pack mate’s knot.

“Good girl,” Roman cooed in her ear. “You feel so fucking incredible. How does she taste, Cor?”

“Absolutely perfect.” I grinned up at her. Hazel’s eyes were hazy as she panted, resting back against Roman.

Fucking stunning.

Phillip stood as I rested on my haunches, looking over the sex-drunk omega. “I’m going to clear out my room—my bedding is the newest, and I’ve got black-out curtains. It’s not the best, but it’s the closest to a nest we have.”

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