Page 48 of Pucking the Enemy

Within minutes, everyone was engrossed in the show. There were plenty of explosions, dragons, and even boobs—what wasn’t there to like?

A small hand brushed my cock over my shorts. I was still semi hard from Hazel’s hands caressing my chest, but the light contact made it jerk in excitement. She wasn’t looking at me, though. Hazel was staring straight ahead as her hand moved gently over my shorts, rubbing my cock that was quickly becoming rock hard.

So, she wanted to play that game? Well, she picked the right alpha, because I was willing to let her do whatever the hell she wanted to me.

Without so much as glancing my way, she snaked her hand underneath the fabric of my shorts, into my boxers, and lightly grasped my cock. Nothing was visible to the others, thanks to the blanket, but judging by the perfume emanating from the sweet omega, she was greatly enjoying herself.

Remaining quiet, I let her hands explore, gliding over my piercings, gently massaging. Each pump sent tingles down my spine. Sitting still was difficult, but I wanted to see how far Hazel was going to take it.

Did she like the idea of making me come in front of all our pack mates, without them even realizing it?

Every movement felt agonizingly slow. I had never been a delayed gratification kind of guy, but fuck if I wasn’t enjoying the tease. After ten minutes of her idly playing with my cock without so much as a single look at me, I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine.

The dress she was wearing made reaching between her legs easy; her underwear gave no resistance, and my fingers were met with her wetness.

She was soaked. My face broke out into a shit-eating grin. Hazel really liked playing with me. My fingers found her clit and started slowly circling.

Glancing over at my pack mates, I could tell the jig was up. They knew exactly what I was doing to Hazel. She was a terrible actress, her face contorting in pleasure, even though she tried to keep her features controlled. Every few seconds, she shifted slightly, enough for us all to notice.

As loud bangs sounded from the TV, I gently removed my hand from between her legs, and she looked up at me, a pout on her face.

Oh, she really wanted to play.

Well, I could fucking play.

Dragging Hazel into my lap, I lifted her skirt, pushing the fabric of her underwear aside as I lined her up with my cock.

The blanket probably obscured most of the view, so hopefully, the guys didn’t get an eyeful of my dick as it teased her entrance for a moment before slowly gliding in. Her body was tense, and her pussy was soaked, giving no resistance, opening to me perfectly.

Tight walls clenched down on me once she was fully seated, and I wanted to cry with happiness. It had been far, far too long since I had been buried in her heat.

Phillip’s nostrils flared, but he didn’t turn to look at us.

If Hazel hadn’t been so distracted by grinding down on my cock, she would have seen that the others were also tense. The veins in Roman’s hands were bulging with how hard he held the remote.

Grasping her hips, I halted her grinding.

“Stop moving,” I ordered lightly. It sounded like I was just telling her to stop wiggling while we cuddled, but we all knew what was really happening.

I kept her there, held down on my cock, as I resumed watching the show. Every now and then, Hazel would wiggle her hips, but I would just tighten my grip.

What had started as her teasing me had turned into an endurance test for her. With every minute that passed, her perfume increased, and my thighs were drenched as her pussy wept slick, desperate to be knotted.

As soon as the credits for the episode rolled, Roman turned to me. “If you don’t knot her soon, I’m stealing her off you.”

“You know?” Hazel cried in surprise.

Laughing, I thrust my hips up, making her moan and her walls clench. “They knew the entire time. You’re not subtle when you’re needy, sweetness.”

“You’re terrible at hiding things. Your face displayed everything you felt clear as day, Duchess.” Roman smirked, leaning forward and tearing the blanket away. “Dude, you didn’t even bother to get rid of her underwear?”

“It was just as easy to push them aside.” I shrugged, using my grasp on Hazel’s hips to help guide her over my length, bouncing in place.

“Finally!” she moaned, throwing her head back and gyrating her hips with every thrust.

“You feeling a bit needy?” Phillip asked.

Hazel nodded, tilting her head back. My mouth found her neck, nipping lightly. “You’ve been so good for me, keeping my cock nice and warm. How can I reward you?”

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