Page 7 of Pucking the Enemy

“Well, my evening took a pleasant turn.” He chucked, his hand running up and down my back in a light, repetitive gesture.

“It has been nice,” I agreed, throwing him a smile. We had both finished—me, twice, so was it time for me to leave? I had no clue what the decorum was for these situations. Didn’t people skedaddle quickly after a one-night stand? I was stuck here for at least a few more minutes because his knot didn’t feel like it was going down anytime soon. In fact, it kept pulsing every now and again, making my pussy clench with happiness every time.

“You’ve wrecked me, Duchess,” Roman panted. The veins in his neck were protruding as he spoke, drawing my eye to the quickly forming bruises on his neck from my constant nipping.

I had marked him.

A rush of happiness filled my chest at the sight.

“My pleasure, literally. I… uh… I’ll get out of here once your knot goes down so you can sleep,” I assured him.

Roman snorted, one arm tightening around me as the other reached for the blanket, throwing it over us. “You’re not going anywhere. I’m not done with you yet… rest, omega,” he instructed in a lethargic voice, his eyelids drooping.

I had made him sound like that, so sleepy and satiated.

A purr emanated lightly from his chest, and my entire body went lax at the sound. The vibrations ricocheted though my bones, forcing my muscles to relax and my mind to go gloriously blank.

As long as he was purring, I wasn’t going anywhere.

My head rested on his chest, lulled to sleep by his heartbeat and purr and the dark, rich, fruity smell that permeated the room.

It could have been seconds or hours later when I jolted awake. I was sweltering hot, and sweat covered my brow.

Roman lay next to me—we had detached at some point while we slept—on his back, his arm thrown above his head as he snored lightly. There was a distinct soreness between my legs that made my face heat at the memory of him knotted in me.

The room was dark, but I could still make out the lines of his chiseled features as his blond hair fell in front of his face. He was clearly happy for me to stay because he hadn’t booted me out of the door, and I was too tired to leave, so I sat up, running a hand through my hair. The roots were damp from sweat.

Grimacing, I tried to sniff myself. The last thing I wanted to do was smell bad when I was in bed with a devastatingly handsome man.

My throat was sore and scratchy. Water. That was what I needed. A drink.

I crawled out of bed, grabbing the first fabric item my hands touched on the floor, which just happened to be the T-shirt Roman had been wearing, and pulling it over my head. Roman was a giant next to me, so it fell to my knees, engulfing me in his dark fruity scent.

Padding out of the room, I took a moment to orient myself. I had been distracted when Roman dragged me up to his room, so I hadn’t taken the time to figure out where exactly I was.

Turning lights on wasn’t an option—I wasn’t sure if there was anyone else living there, but given the size of the place, it was a strong possibility—so I slowly made my way through the house. It was far nicer than any student housing I had seen before. Spacious, with hardwood floors dotted with plush rugs. There was art on the walls… or at least, I thought it was art. It was hard to see in the semi-darkness.

The kitchen was easy to find, thankfully. Said kitchen was also undeniably pretty, with a large farmhouse sink, butcher block countertops and white cabinets, giving the place a farmhouse chic vibe, even in the dark.

Opening the fridge, I was met with a myriad of drinks to choose from, including a number of spirits and mixers.

Reaching for a bottle of water, I quickly opened it, taking a deep gulp before closing the fridge and standing at the island as I continued drinking, stretching my neck from side to side in between sips. My body was sore in a number of places, but it only served to remind me of what I had been doing only hours earlier. My skin felt hot to the touch, and my entire body was amped up. How was I still feeling needy when I’d just had amazing sex?

And when I wanted to again.

Roman was hopefully serious about not being done with me, because I could use another round before returning back to my dorm to continue with my boring, everyday life.

I stilled as the lights flicked on, bathing the kitchen in light. Blinking rapidly, I looked toward the entrance as my eyes tried to adjust to the light. A scent like apple cider and root beer reached my nose, and I froze, bottle halfway to my lips.

Standing in the doorway were two men. The taller one, with dark brown hair styled back away from his face, was wearing jeans and a hoodie, his hand still outstretched on the light switch as he took me in while I stood there, unable to form words, wearing only a T-shirt while Roman’s cum slowly leaked from my pussy.

The second man was slightly shorter, but he was wider and built like a bodybuilder. Red hair fell around his ears in messy waves, and he had facial hair that matched perfectly. He shot me a chill, easygoing smile, while the other man frowned at me.

Their smell was so intense, and most definitely alpha. My stomach panged with need at the scents.

“Who are you?” the taller, crankier, of the two asked, his nostrils flaring. “And why are you in heat?” he asked, a look of shock overtaking both their faces.

There was no way.

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