Page 19 of Pucking the Enemy

Hazel hummed thoughtfully. “I never thought about that being a thing, but it could be fun? Probably not while I’m in heat, though.”

My eyebrows raised, even though she couldn’t see my face. This little omega was surprising at every turn. She was simultaneously innocent and filthy. Cormac would jump at the chance to have his wicked way with her while she was half asleep. He would revel at the opportunity to have her waking up as she came on his knot.

“No, that’s an activity for when you’re more lucid,” I agreed.

“That’s a shame.” She sighed. “Maybe I’ll find myself a pack one day who will want to fuck me awake with their knots.” She sighed, turning around and wrapping her arms around me. The movement pressed her soapy breasts against my chest. My boner was probably digging into her, but she didn’t seem to mind at all.

Why was she talking about finding other alphas? Sure, we were practically strangers, but I got the distinct feeling that Hazel wasn’t going to be a one-time thing for us. We had never shared an omega before, let alone shared a heat. The experience was intoxicating, and I had the distinct feeling that my pack would want to repeat it in the future.

Only, the idea of repeating it with an omega who wasn’t Hazel felt wrong somehow. Maybe it was because we were in the middle of her heat. Or maybe it was because of who she was as a person and how addictive she was.

“Can I play with you?” she asked sleepily. Her eyes were half lidded as she looked up at me.

“You look like you’re about to pass out.” I laughed.

Instead of answering, she smiled at me, her hand finding my cock and leisurely pumping a few times.

Grabbing her hand, I turned her around and rinsed her hair. We could play later, once she was clean.

“Spoilsport.” She pouted.

I lightly swatted her ass, making her cry out and jump. “Brat,” I replied.

“I’m not a brat,” she muttered.

“Sure.” I laughed. “And the sky is purple.”

Chapter 7

Hazel

Ilet Phillip shower me and wash every part of my body. It felt so nice to have someone taking care of me. Every touch was so attentive, so considerate.

By the time he had thoroughly washed every inch of me, and I had returned the favor, exhaustion had started creeping into my bones.

I was going to need to sleep for a month after this heat. Every muscle in my body felt sore and overworked.

“Come on,” Phillip said, reaching forward and turning off the shower. “Let’s get you dry and fed.”

“I’m not hungry. Why don’t you fuck me?” I asked, pouting up at him.

“It’s been over a day since you’ve last eaten. Roman’s heating up some food for you. If you’re a good girl and eat everything he gives you, I’m sure he’ll happily knot you. Good omegas who eat get knots.” He gently pulled me out of the shower and wrapped me up in a large fluffy towel.

“What do bad omegas get?” I asked, cocking my head to one side.

“Punishment.” Phillip grinned.

“I think that would be fun.”

He pursed his lips. “Judging by the way you gushed over my knot as I fucked you roughly into the mattress, I think you’d enjoy it.”

My entire body heated at his words, and a rush of slick escaped me, filling the room with its potent scent. As Phillip grinned at me, a blush crawled up my neck to my cheeks, my body giving away every little emotion. All my thoughts and feelings were practically broadcast to the alphas.

Part of me hated it, because I wanted to play it close to the vest, but part of me liked how easily they could understand what I was thinking.

“You’re going to have to stop talking like that, or I am going to need another shower.” I frowned at him.

Phillip merely gave me a contented smile. “I’ll happily help you in the shower anytime.”

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