Page 96 of Pucking the Enemy

“Hello,” he mumbled against my lips, laughing to himself.

After a few leisurely moments of kissing, I leaned back, smirking at Phillip, who cocked an eyebrow at me.

Without a word, I slipped off the couch, getting to my knees on the floor. His eyes widened as he realized what I was about to do.

As I undid the button on his jeans, he lifted his ass off the couch to help me shimmy them down an inch or two, so I could free his cock.

“Just a taste,” I purred, taking his already stiffening cock into my mouth.

“Holy shit,” Phillip hissed, throwing his head back as his hand fisted the hair at the nape of my neck.

Smiling to myself, I bobbed up and down on his length, doing my best to take all of it into my mouth. He tasted delicious, just like the tangy apple cider of his scent.

I couldn’t get enough of it.

“Your mouth is fucking perfect,” Phillip panted, his thighs tensing under my hands.

His grunts and moans were like music to my ears, and I was so distracted by them, I didn’t realize that someone had moved behind me until hands slid from my thighs, under my dress to my hips, exposing my cloth-covered pussy to the air.

“That’s a beautiful sight,” Cormac moaned.

I thrust my hips back in invitation. There was nothing I wanted more than to be full of pierced cock.

“Are you sure, sweetness?” Cormac asked, ever the sweetheart. It wasn’t like I could answer, seeing as my mouth was firmly stuffed with Phillip’s cock, and I wasn’t stopping anytime soon, so I jutted my hips back again in a silent demand.

The sound of fabric tearing filled the air as Cormac decided to get rid of the small scrap of fabric that was in his way. The scent of my slick was almost overpowering.

“She smells more than ready,” Seb commented from somewhere out of my sight.

“She is,” Cormac hummed.

When his tongue made the first swipe, I almost came apart. After a few licks, he shifted back, pressing the head of his cock against my entrance. He gripped my hips, and in one quick thrust, I was full.

I let out a garbled groan around Phillip’s cock, looking up at him with hazy, sex-drunk eyes as Cormac started to move.

Rocking between the two of them, I let my mind go deliciously blank. All I could think about was my alphas’ cocks and the feeling of them tunneling in and out of me.

These men played my body like a well-tuned instrument, every movement making me writhe and moan with the growing intensity.

I was going to orgasm, and it wasn’t going to be a small one.

Cormac already knew my signs well, so he kept his pace firm and steady as he spoke. “She’s already close, she’s so fucking tight.”

“Is that so?” Phillip hummed, looking down at me. “Are you going to come with a mouthful of alpha cock, like a good girl?”

Filthy words really were my downfall. Maintaining eye contact with Phillip, I hurtled over the edge, my core clamping down on Cormac, every single piercing massaging my internal walls.

“Jesus, such a good omega,” Cormac cooed, his voice ragged as I squeezed him brutally.

“Now that’s a pretty sight.” Phillip sighed. “I’m getting close. Are you ready?”

I nodded as best as I could around a mouthful of cock.

“Good. Take it, omega.”

There was something about the use of my designation, instead of my name, that made me feel needier, almost animalistic.

Phillip’s cock started to throb, and I knew what was coming. Bobbing my head on the first half of his cock, I lifted one hand to massage the base, where his knot was quickly swelling.

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