Page 40 of Marked Omega

The Alpha is coming inside me.

Even in my almost delirious state of arousal, I have a flash of clarity. I have no protection and I’ve never used birth control. This is an incredible pregnancy risk. What if his seed takes hold inside of me?

What if he makes me pregnant with a litter of Alpha babies?

But those concerns are immediately washed away as something strange begins happening inside me. Everywhere that Addom’s cum is touching me begins to glow with intense pleasure, and I moan as I feel myself climaxing yet again, this time from the inside.

“Good, omega,” Addom purrs as his own thick knot swells around the base of his shaft. “Take it. Take our seed. Open yourself to the pack.”

He angles his knotted cock upward so that his tip is no longer pressed to my hole. More thick ropes of semen spurt from his slit and stripe my tummy and my breasts. It is so hot it nearly sears my skin. Everywhere it spatters on my flesh, I feel a sensation like a mini orgasm seeping into me.

“Oh God,” I whine, my voice quavering. “Don’t stop. It feels so fucking good.”

Addom doesn’t stop. He continues jetting his seed onto my body. He has marked me with over a dozen ropes of his cream before his orgasm finally begins to subside.

As the last of his cum dribbles onto my crotch, Addom reaches down and smooths his hand all over the front of my body, smearing his semen over my breasts and belly, working it into my skin like lotion until every inch of me is buzzing with orgasmic bliss.

The load that he squirted inside of me is starting to ooze out of my pussy and trickle down the crack of my buttocks. Addom swipes it up with his fingers and spreads some of it over my quivering thighs before pushing the rest back into my channel.

“Now our seed is inside you.”

Our seed. He keeps saying that. His is the only semen that has entered my pussy, but he makes it clear that this is a communal thing. He may be the leader of the pack, but he intends to share me with his fellows.

It feels so dirty. Such things are unheard of in the city hive. Even in the lower levels, a woman would never allow herself to be shared and used by three men like this. It is beyond sinful.

So why do I like it so much? Why do I want more? Why does my body yearn to be filled by all three of my lovers at once.

I feel weak, and my body goes limp against the stones of the floor.

But Addom isn’t quite through with me yet.

I have been seed-marked, but now he must mark me with his mouth.

Lunging forward, his body covers mine as I pant beneath him. I yelp as his fingers twine and fist my hair, pulling my curls taut. His gravelly voice rumbles at my ear like the wind.

“Hang onto me,” he rasps. “This will hurt.”

He drags my head to one side, exposing the side of my neck. For a moment, I almost expect him to go straight for my jugular—to open my vein and drain my life out onto these damp stones.

Instead, his jaws clamp right at the crook of my neck and sloping shoulder. He holds me tightly, one hand fisting my hair and the other pinning my shoulder against the rough rock to steady me. My breath comes in panicked gasps and my heart hammers in my chest.

I scream as his sharp dogteeth puncture my skin. And it is not merely a sting of broken skin that I’m experiencing. There is a searing pain that I can only imagine is how it would feel to be branded by a hot iron.

I curse. I spit and hiss like an angry cat. My claws tear at the muscles of his back until I feel the wet warmth of his welling blood.

Then something shifts inside me, and I go limp.

Addom draws back, his lips stained red where he marked me. He bows his head and presses his lips to mine, and I taste the iron of my own blood.

“You did well, omega,” he says, tenderly brushing my damp curls from my forehead. He kisses me there, and I can feel the warm daub of blood his kiss leaves behind on my feverish skin.

“Lily,” I breathe. “I am Lily.”

He thumbs my lip. His eyes are studying me with wonder.

“Lily,” he purrs.

Then the moment passes, and he rises to his feet.