Page 20 of Pucking the Enemy

I may have to take him up on that.

The nest was a lot cleaner once I returned to the bedroom. They had removed the most slick-stained of the sheets and had left the rest of the nest just how I had made it.

“They didn’t disturb it too much, did they?” Phillip asked, practically reading my mind as I looked at the nest.

“No.” I shook my head. “They did just the right amount,” I declared, crawling into the nest with a happy hum. My abdomen was already starting to feel tight with that familiar need. It had never completely gone away, but it had ebbed somewhat while I was in the shower. Exhaustion tugged at me, but my body demanded that I continue to fuck.

The towel Phillip had insisted I put on was already soaked with slick.

“No lying down, you’ve got to eat first.”

“But, alpha,” I whined, gyrating my hips, looking for friction to ease the throbbing.

Phillip shook his head. “Nope. Come.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me into a sitting position.

“Is someone being stubborn?” Cormac asked as he entered the room.

“Cormac!” I cried, happy to see the alpha. “You’ll knot me, won’t you?” I asked, looking at him with wide, pleading eyes.

Cormac went to open his mouth, but Phillip cut him off. “She needs to eat first.”

He closed his mouth and shrugged. “The boss has spoken. Roman will have your food in a minute. Once you eat something, then I’ll knot you, okay?”

I glared at Phillip. “Traitor,” I hissed. Crawling across the nest, I made my way to Cormac, sure that, if I jumped him, he wouldn’t say no. Judging by the bulge in his gray sweatpants, he was hard and ready to go.

All I could think about were those piercings. How would they feel while he knotted me?

Good. My money was on them feeling damn good.

I didn’t make it two strides before Phillip’s strong arm was wrapped around my waist, pulling me away from his pack mate. “Not today, princess.”

I growled at him, scratching at the arm that was unmoving around my waist. Cormac pouted but didn’t go to move.

“Soon, sweetness,” he insisted, laughing as I pouted at him.

“Grub time!” Roman declared, striding into the room with a steaming bowl of food. His hair stuck up at all angles, and he looked exhausted, but he had a grin plastered on his face.

“What did you make?” Phillip asked.

“Pasta. She needs carbs, and I added chicken for protein,” Roman stated as he took a seat on the nest, his legs open. “Does that meet your standards?” he asked with raised eyebrows.

“It’ll do.” Phillip nodded.

“Knot first?” I asked Roman excitedly. Maybe this alpha would listen to me and ease the pain. I crawled over to him, expecting him to discard the food and fuck me into the mattress until I was a babbling mess who was leaking cum.

Unfortunately, just like the other alphas, he had decided I needed to eat first. With skilled precision, he grabbed me and situated me between his legs. I tried to grind my ass against his cock, but he held me firmly in place and tutted.

“Food, then knot,” he instructed, bringing the bowl in front of us.

It smelled delectable. Pasta drenched in red sauce and cheese with bits of chicken. No matter how good it smelled, though, that didn’t stop my mind from focusing on one thing.

Just how empty I felt.

“Please,” I whimpered.

Roman took a forkful of pasta and held it up to my lips.

It was delicious. But it wasn’t what I wanted.

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