Page 78 of Pucking the Enemy

“Well, I guess she can forfeit her turn,” Phillip goaded.

“Never!” Hazel cried, her hands clenching. I could feel how close she was.

Stilling, I chuckled. “Well, take your turn, sweetness.”

“Why did you stop?” she whined.

“Because you were being mean and making Phillip wait.” I tutted.

Hazel snarled—a feral sound that made me laugh.

She clawed at her tiles, several of them spilling as she roughly placed them on the board. “Jezebel! Twenty-eight points, with a double word score. I win!” she declared in a high-pitched, keening voice. “Now, make me come!” she snarled.

“As you wish!” I grinned, jerking my hips in a quick, brutal pace.

Leaning over the board, Phillip watched Hazel’s face intently. I was kind of sad I couldn’t see for myself, but I was having too much fun where I was.

Her walls started to flutter—the telltale sigh she was about to come—and instead of slowing down as I had before, I sped up, chasing my own release as much as I was chasing hers. My teeth sank into her neck, just hard enough to leave a mark.

Screams echoed off the walls as she came, scratching at the floor, desperately gyrating her hips while she attempted to move. The position we were in didn’t give her much space. She was mine.

The urge to bite down harder, to lock her onto my knot while I made her mine ran through my mind.

Luckily, I was a level-headed guy on occasion, so I made do with keeping my knot out of her, but otherwise burying myself into Hazel. Her pussy convulsed around me, squeezing tight to make sure every last drop was taken from me.

“Fuck, sweetness, you feel so perfect.”

Hazel whined as I settled back onto my knees, pulling her with me.

“You know, I think Phillip might want some attention, too.”

He was staring at her like he wanted to devour her, and when Hazel reached for him, that was all he needed to sweep forward, release his cock, collect her hair into his hands, and push his cock between her lips.

Her pussy clenched at the invasion, and I moaned, digging my fingers into her hips while Phillip rode her beautiful face. How was she so perfect? I’d always wanted to share an omega like this, and with her, it was even better than I’d imagined. Hazel’s little squeaks and moans were music to my ears. I rocked my hips against her to tease, while Phillip took what he needed from her, and eased my fingers beneath her to find her clit.

She was easy to ruin like this, like she was so desperate to please and be pleased, a simple touch sent her over the edge. Phillip’s face was kind of hilarious when she surged forward and took all of him, his eyes wide and panicked as he jerked back to keep from getting his knot stuck in her mouth.

“That’s our good girl,” I said. “Taking your alphas so well.”

Hazel whined around Phillip as she swallowed every bit of his cum, then sagged to the floor. My gaze slid over to the game board, an idea forming.

“Back on your hands and knees. I want to play a little more.”

Hazel looked back at me curiously, but did as I asked, and Phillip brought the board closer for me. I picked up a handful and laid down the word L-O-V-E-R on her back in tiles. Phillip caught on quickly, adding B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L crossways on my E. Hazel watched us, a sleepy, satisfied look on her face.

As Hazel came down from her high, and my own cock started to throb with release, I pulled out slightly, so my knot sat at her entrance as I emptied myself into her.

“You didn’t knot me,” she whined.

“I guess you’ll have to get Phillip to help you there.” I laughed, pulling out of her with a moan of my own.

She sat up, giving Phillip an expectant look “Nest,” she instructed simply.

Without a word, he stood, pulling her up. I expected him to drag her into the nest, but instead, he bent at the waist, picking her up bridal style, Scrabble tiles flying everywhere, and carrying her off for a good knotting.

Chapter 27

Hazel

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