Page 65 of Marked Omega

As my voice trails off, I dart my eyes down toward my crotch, silently finishing my sentence.

“It’s not really through your clitoris,” Hannah says. “Look.”

Without the slightest hint of shame or bashfulness, she lifts her leather loincloth and spreads her crouching knees wide to give me a full view.

“See,” she says. “It just goes through the hood, so it doesn’t hurt too much.”

She leans in closer.

“And later it feels good,” she adds.

I blush again at what she’s suggesting. Even though I just had very public sex with three men last night, I’m still getting used to how open things are here in the zone.

“It’s important,” Addom says. His voice is deep and rumbly, and I feel it vibrate from his chest through my back.

My eyes dart from Hannah to Kadmon, who nods reassuringly, and then to Hasker, who is holding the needle and cork.

I sigh as I realize that I have to go through with this.

“Okay,” I say, “let’s fucking do this.”

I pull up my own loincloth and spread my legs wide, exposing every inch of my tender sensitive skin.

Hasker nods approvingly.

“Boy,” is all he says to Kadmon.

The younger Alpha reaches down and plucks the skin of my hood, stretching it out. Hasker meanwhile, moves into position with the needle on one side of my fold of skin and the cork on the other.

“The omega is right,” he says to me. “This won’t hurt much.”

“How would you know?” I grumble.

Hasker just smirks and then I remember that piercing running through the top of his cock’s plump head.

“Deep breath,” he says softly.

I hesitate for a moment. All around us are the hushed sounds of the others who have come to this cavernous temple to meditate or heal. I inhale deeply.

“Out.”

I exhale slowly, pushing every last bit of air from my lungs. Addom’s arms constrict around my body, and I feel a bit like a rabbit caught by a python. Kadmon gives me his free hand, and I squeeze it until I think he will break. He doesn’t.

The needle stings me as it passes through my flesh. I hiss a sharp intake through my clenched teeth. My hips reflexively try to jerk back, but Addom’s legs hold me steady.

“See?” Hasker says.

He was right, and so was Hannah. That one hurt far less than some of the others, surprisingly. And as Hasker puts the steel ring into place, I can tell that Hannah was definitely right about something else.

It does feel good.

Hasker gently rolls his thumb against my tender bud, and I moan. Addom claps a hand over my mouth. Just two more skillful strokes from Hasker’s thumb, and my body is shuddering hard as I come. Addom’s palm stifles my whines of ecstasy.

I glare at Hasker, slightly pissed that he just did that to me in front of Hannah, which is a bit awkward. The bearded Alpha just shrugs.

“The orgasm will help with the healing.”

Now I know he’s just making shit up. But I kinda like this tall tale.