Page 68 of Pucking the Enemy

“I fell asleep on the sofa in the den. I’m sorry, Duchess.”

“Doesn’t matter,” I declared, taking a step forward and wrapping my arms around his waist, looking up at him through my lashes.

He coughed lightly, clearing his throat. His eyes were dark, pupils expanded. “You smell… ahh, fuck. You should probably give me some space.”

I shook my head. “I need a knot. Now.”

His eyebrows raised. “Fuck me, are you sure? The others will be home any minute.”

A grin spread across my face. “Well, I guess you only have a minute or two to knot me before Cormac or Phillip comes home. I’m sure both of them would be happy to help me…” I trailed off with a smirk.

I was laying down a challenge, one I knew Roman couldn’t refuse.

“A minute or two, you say?”

I nodded solemnly. “Such tight time constraints. How ever will you manage?”

“That depends… do you want to go to the nest?” he asked, a matching smile spreading across his own face.

“I feel no need to do that.”

“In that case, what are you wearing under that T-shirt of Phillip’s?”

I bit my lip, my heart pounding in excitement. “Nothing, and I’m already drenched, so there’s no need for foreplay.”

God, I didn’t want foreplay. That was a thought I had never imagined I would think, but the only thing I wanted to feel was that delicious burn as my pussy walls were stretched around Roman’s knot.

“Are you sure? Last time I’m asking, Duchess.”

“Completely sure.”

Roman groaned an elated “fuck, yes!” as he reached down, sliding his hand under the shirt I wore, so he could lift me with ease, my already dripping pussy rubbing against his naked torso.

My teeth nipped at his neck as he strode across the room. I had no idea what he was doing until my bare ass hit the washing machine. The cold metal sent shivers through my body, colliding with the heat from Roman, making my head spin.

Strong hands opened my legs, and without any preamble, Roman lined up his cock, sliding home in one firm, fluid thrust.

“Yes!” I cried, my hands clawing at his shoulders.

“I swear to god, your pussy is fucking built to take my cock so fucking perfectly,” Roman moaned, his words disjointed from thrusting.

It did feel like that. There wasn’t a single part of me internally that felt untouched by his length.

So. Perfectly. Full.

“Now.” Roman pulled back slightly, so the head of his cock was sitting at my entrance, teasing me. He gazed down at me with an affectionate smile. “You better hold on, Duchess, I’m on a time crunch,” he declared before jerking his hips in a quick, brutal thrust that made me see stars.

He didn’t give me time to acclimate; he set a punishing pace that made all coherent thoughts leave my brain.

Half dressed in a laundry room, full of alpha cock.

I was in heaven.

My head vibrated with pleasure, and sound became distant, like I was underwater as I surrendered to the sensation of his cock gliding through my walls again and again.

I threw my head back, letting out a soundless scream as my walls started to clamp down, hunting for a knot.

“Such a good omega, clenching down on me.” Roman moaned. “I swear, I’m going to leave you covered in my cum, so everyone knows you’re mine.”

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