Page 22 of Pucking the Enemy

He lined himself up and inched in ever so slowly. It felt like an eternity before he was even past my entrance. I wanted to wriggle and thrust my hips toward his cock to make him enter me faster. I wanted to be full. I wanted to feel every bit of those piercings scraping against me. Unfortunately, between the two alphas, I was held firmly in place.

Roman’s hand’s tightened on me as he tutted. “You’re not going anywhere, little omega. You’re going to be a good girl and take all of Cormac’s cock when he gives it to you, aren’t you?”

“You’re not exactly giving me a choice, are you?” I grumbled, throwing my head back against his shoulder.

Roman’s hand that was still cupping my breast twisted the nipple harshly, making me jump in their iron grips as the pain caused slick to practically pour from me as my body cried out to be knotted.

“Behave,” Roman chided.

I was going to pout, but all thoughts left my brain as Cormac nudged forward, and I finally felt the cool metal enter me.

Holy fucking shit.

The piercings were cold and far more unforgiving than a cock or any dildo I had played with before. They were firmly gliding against me, and every inch made me gasp with pleasure. I couldn’t even scream with the intensity of it.

“You’re strangling my cock, sweetness,” he said, his voice strained.

“I guess you’re just going to have to fuck her nice and hard,” Roman said. “That tends to loosen her up for a while, and then, right before she comes, she locks down on you in the most delightful way.”

Hearing him talk about me in that way made my head spin.

The guys didn’t say anything else, and Cormac increased his pace until he was fully seated, his hips flush against mine.

“This is going to be fun,” Cormac said, his hands still gripping my ass, guiding my pussy over his cock.

I couldn’t say anything. All sentient thought had been stolen by the feeling of those piercings. Catching my breath was an impossible feat. How the hell was I going to survive an orgasm?

How the fuck was I going to survive his knot?

He took a moment for me to adjust before slowly sliding back out. My eyes rolled back into my skull as I shuddered at the sensory overload. It didn’t help that Roman was continuing to play with my nipples, gently twisting and flicking them.

It was too much. This was too much. Feeling so many hands on me, hands that played my body like a fine-tuned instrument, made me vibrate from the intensity.

So what if I didn’t survive? Death by mind-blowing orgasm would be an amazing way to go.

With each thrust, Cormac increased his pace.

“You really are perfect, aren’t you?” Roman muttered in my ear as his hands explored, one remaining on my breast as the other inched down, toward my clit. “You’re taking every inch of him perfectly. It’s like you were built just for us, perfect pretty omega with a perfect pussy.”

“I plan to fuck you in every position imaginable before your heat is over, omega,” Cormac added, his voice thick with need as he tried to restrain himself. Even lost in the fog of the heat, I wanted to feel him go feral.

Phillip had felt absolutely mind-blowing as he’d brutally fucked me, so Cormac would probably put me into a sexually induced coma, thanks to his metallic modifications.

“Please,” I begged.

He slowed his pace to careful, measured thrusts. It was maddening, but every nerve ending in my body was on fire. My heart pounded in my ears, and I knew that, when I came, it would be earth shattering.

Instead of the frantic, quick orgasms I had experienced up until then in my heat, this one was different. The slow build was more deadly, in a way.

Cormac’s body shook, and his pace became disjointed. His cock started to throb, and I knew he was about to finish.

The pulsing of his length against my walls was exactly what I needed to tip me over the edge. White filled my vision as I thrashed violently in Roman’s arms. The alpha behind me was cooing something in my ear, but I was beyond understanding.

I wouldn’t say I was used to the sensation of feeling full, but thanks to Roman and Phillip, I had some experience with it now, but it paled in comparison to Cormac.

His knot was just so unforgiving. Hard and cool. I could feel my walls desperately trying to drain him of his cum as they rippled around it. My orgasm was never ending. Right as the waves started to ebb, his cock would throb or pulse in me, setting me off all over again.

It was unrelenting and overpowering.

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