Page 18 of Pucking the Enemy

“I’m glad I woke up. I wouldn’t miss this for anything,” he said, leaning forward, grabbing Hazel’s chin and tilting her face to look at him. “Is my pack mate filling you up nicely, sweetness?”

Hazel nodded emphatically, and when she spoke, her words were disjointed. “S-so good. Full.”

My cock was starting to feel constricted beyond words. She was close. I wanted to throw her off the edge before I knotted her.

My mouth returned to her neck, and my pace turned brutal. My grip was bruising on her hips, and every thrust hit her ass with considerable force. I was taking her like a rabid animal, and I was loving every moment of it.

“I know that look on your face,” Cormac cooed. “You’re going to come on his cock like a good little omega, aren’t you?”

Hazel nodded, her eyes wide. “Close,” she panted.

My lips traveled up her neck, toward her pulse point. I bit down hard. The effect was immediate. Hazel howled in release as she thrashed, her hands clawing at the bedding as her walls fluttered violently around me, demanding my knot. A rush of slick coated me and the bedding—I would be wearing her scent for days.

The familiar tingling in the base of my spine let me know that my own release was imminent, so I waited until her orgasm was just starting to abate before unleashing my knot, plunging it in with a harsh jerk and letting it expand as my cock throbbed, releasing what felt like an ungodly amount of cum into her pussy.

“Holy fuck,” I groaned, gently rocking as my cock pulsed a few last times, coming down from the high. Hazel was also out of breath, her body lax.

“My vagina is never going to be the same,” Hazel muttered, her face pressed into the bedsheets, making her voice garbled.

I laughed. My arms shook with the exertion of keeping myself up, so I didn’t squash Hazel, but it was so worth it to have my knot locked deeply in her.

“Come on, darling. You need a shower,” I said, pulling Hazel into the bathroom. It had been two days of fucking, and she needed a shower. Badly.

“Don’t want to shower.” She did her best to pull away from me. “Want another knot.”

“Trust me, you’ll have another knot soon enough, but only once you’re clean,” I assured her. Thus far, only Roman and I had knotted her. Cormac had wanted to wait, given his bionic cock could be a lot, but my balls were thoroughly drained. He needed to step up and take one for the team.

Roman and Cormac were changing the sheets while I got our omega clean. It had been nearly two days since her heat had started, and we were all getting rather sweaty and sticky.

Not that I was complaining.

Our week had taken somewhat of a dramatic turn when we found an omega going into heat in our kitchen, but there was something so alluring about her. Her scent was phenomenal, and she tasted like fucking ambrosia.

Truthfully, there was also something about the fact that she had never been knotted by anyone other than me and my pack mates that made me want to pound my chest in pride. At least for now, Hazel was ours, and that thought was oddly pleasing.

Said omega was doing her best to untangle herself from my arms and return to the makeshift nest she had built.

“Stop it,” I ordered. She couldn’t control how she was reacting. It was the heat hormones, so I refused to get angry with her belligerent attitude.

Pain bloomed across my chest as she nipped at my pec. “Knot,” she whined.

“Brat,” I mumbled, ignoring the pain and leaning forward to turn on the shower. “Be a good little omega and help me in the shower. If you behave, I’ll knot you when you’re done, okay?”

She widened her eyes as she looked up at me with hope, biting her lip and nodding.

She followed me into the shower, and I quickly lathered up her hair and rinsed it before she got too restless. I took a bit more time washing her body, pressing down lightly on her muscles and massaging. She was probably sore in more ways than one after what we had been doing for the past two days.

“That feels good.” She hummed as I worked out a particularly stubborn knot in her back. Her skin was silky smooth, and I found myself fascinated with running my hands over it, memorizing every little mark.

She stayed in place, leaning into my touch, utterly relaxed.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so horny in my life.” She laughed.

I chuckled to myself. “Are you having a lucid moment, darling?”

“Kind of? Like, I know where I am, I know what I’m doing, but at the same time, under the surface, there’s still that feral hunger for knots. I’ll be honest, though. I’m so goddamn tired. If I fall asleep, will you do me a favor and just knot me while I sleep? Two birds, one stone?”

“Don’t let Cormac hear you say that. He’ll take you up on that.”

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