26. Cormac
Chapter 26
Cormac
P hillip and Hazel were on the living room floor, locked in a tense game of Scrabble. Well, the game was clearly tense for Phillip… not so much for Hazel. She was lying on her stomach, wearing nothing but one of Roman’s large T-shirts, while Phillip sat crossed-legged in front of the board, a frown on his face as he hunched over, assessing his letters.
They had been engaging in near constant rematches since our game night, but every time, Hazel trounced him with ease.
“Who’s winning?” I asked with a laugh. I knew full well that Phillip was losing, but I couldn’t resist the urge to tease.
“I am!” Hazel declared in a chipper voice. Her feet were in the air, swinging back and forth as she hummed, cheerfully rearranging her letters.
“You still sane there, Phillip?”
“No,” my friend grumbled. “Her head is like a goddamn dictionary. No one should be able to remember that many words.”
“I’m going to play ‘ highjack’ on a double word score… that’s fifty-six points to me!” Hazel chirped happily.
Phillip’s eyes widened as he groaned, turning to me. “My last word was cat … you can imagine how shitty scoring that word was.”
“Meow.” I made a little clawing gesture as I passed on my way into the kitchen to grab a soda.
As soon as my beverage was in hand, I went back to watching the game. The work I had been doing beforehand was no longer interesting when I had Hazel to watch.
Her bare legs were on display, and the T-shirt only just covered that perfect ass I had become accustomed to looking at whenever possible. She really had a fantastic ass. As soon as she was ready, I fully intended to fuck it.
Catching Phillip’s eye, I grinned at him, an idea forming in my mind. He quirked his eyebrow at me, and I nodded at him before setting my drink down and kneeling behind Hazel.
Her legs were no longer swinging in the air, so it was easy to crawl over her, caging her under me, her pert behind grazing my crotch as I leaned forward and gently placed a kiss on that spot under her ear that made her squirm. That sweet, almost fizzy cola scent made my head spin. Powerless to resist its temptation, I licked her skin, making her wriggle against me as I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
The urge to grind my already hardening cock onto her ass was overpowering, so I didn’t resist.
“It’s your turn, sweetness.” I chuckled, kissing her neck, looking at the board. Phillip was trying—and failing— to hide his smirk.
“You guys are playing dirty,” Hazel grumbled, reaching out and picking up a few of her letters. She hastily put down a smaller word, and Phillip’s grin broadened.
My distraction tactic was working. Time to up the stakes.
Reaching down, I trailed my hand up the side of her thigh, slowly hiking the T-shirt up over her hip, exposing her pussy to the air.
The smell of her arousal was overpowering. Phillip’s nostrils flared and his eyes darkened as he watched us. “You can always forfeit the game,” he suggested.
“Hell, no!” Hazel growled, the sound vibrating through her back against my chest.
I chuckled. “I suppose I’ll just have my fun, then, while you and Phillip go head-to-head.”
“I guess you will,” she said in a breathless voice.
Seeing as she hadn’t protested, I let my hand snake down between her cheeks and dip into the wetness that was already pooling between her legs. Our girl liked the idea of me playing with her while she played with Phillip.
I shot a smirk at Phillip. Hazel was beyond ready.
There was no need for foreplay.
I wanted her completely distracted.
And what could be more distracting than being stuffed full of pierced cock?
With a soft grip on her hips, I angled her so her ass was slightly lifted, her pussy at the ideal angle for my cock. The position was called prone bone, but I only knew that because I had spent far too many nights researching sex positions and imagining future endeavors involving the many options.
The positioning was perfect, so while Hazel nonchalantly rearranged her tiles, I lined myself up, one hand planted firmly on the floor near her head to keep me up.
Her walls gave zero resistance as my cock slid in with ease. Her warm, wet walls had me in the most delicious vise-like grip. At this angle, she felt so impossibly tight, it was a miracle that my cock even fit.
Why did we have classes and practice? Surely, we should just spend all our time in the nest, with my cock firmly where it belongs—in my omega.
“It’s your turn, Hazel.” Phillip laughed.
“Oh! Uh…” She looked at her tiles, thoroughly distracted, and I hadn’t even started moving yet.
“Who’s winning?” I asked with a chuckle.
Phillip grinned. “I’m gaining on her.”
As she reached out to her tiles with shaky hands, I started moving, slowly at first, letting my piercings glide along her walls, massaging them.
I was hyper aware of every little sensation. The taste of her skin on my lips, the movement of her chest as she took deep breaths.
None of it felt as good as her.
Hazel’s breathing became ragged, her hands shaking as she tried to continue playing the game.
She had been pointedly ignoring me while I was having my fun, so I needed to up the ante.
Placing both my hands on the floor near her head, I prepared myself for an abdominal workout as I thrust forward, Hazel’s entire body moving a few inches along the hardwood with the impact.
Her walls clamped down on me as she let out a strangled moan. Nipping at the skin of her neck, I felt the wetness that coated my cock increase. Our girl loved to play.
I had won the jackpot.
“We’re neck-and-neck now,” Phillip informed us. Even though he was playing the game, that wasn’t his primary focus. He hungrily watched all of Hazel’s facial expressions, his cock likely painfully hard.
“It’s your turn, sweetness,” I taunted lightly, nipping at her earlobe.
“I… uh…” She let out a long, garbled moan as her walls tightened.
“I think she’s getting close.”
“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.