Page 66 of Ruined Omega

But his cock glances off my slippery wet groove. My hole is too tight and his cock too big.

His dick ring drags over my throbbing clit, sending electric shivers of pleasure zapping through my center and down my open thighs.

“Mine…”

Bracing himself with one hand, Baen brandishes his cock with the other and presses it to my hole for a second attempt.

I try to scream, but my throat is clenched by an invisible hand. My heart feels like it will explode from terror and something else.

“Mine…”

Before Baen can thrust into me, his body is flung sideways by a brutal kick and he tumbles through the mud.

It is Tal who stands over me. The smudges of dark mud barely show against his deeply tanned skin. His broad shoulders heave and his massive rib cage expands and contracts with his ragged breathing.

“Tal,” I whimper as another contraction seizes my insides.

I don’t know whether I’m begging him to save me or to do something else. The long, straight bulge pressing against the front of his jeans, however, makes Tal’s intentions abundantly clear.

His hands drop to the tattered denim. He doesn’t even bother with the button and fly. Instead, with one swift motion, he rips the muddy fabric to shreds, exposing his lower body.

His stone-hard erection springs free, flinging a streak of clear precum across my twitching belly. As it flips upward, I catch a glimpse of steel on the upper side—a piercing through the crown of his cockhead.

“Mine…”

My insides quiver at the thought of being taken by that impossibly long, thick, Alpha cock. That thing would destroy me. It would tear me in two.

So why do my legs stretch wider, inviting that to happen?

Tal straddles me. His huge body blots the sun. His legs are like a pair of stone columns towering over me. He fists his enormous, veiny member and strokes it. More precum leaks from his slit, drizzling over my tummy and my little thatch of curly hairs below.

“I’m going to enjoy knotting that hot little omega cunt,” he growls.

A trembling whine slips from my moist lips.

There is another impact, a clap of meat against meat, and Tal tumbles sideways, tackled by Canaris. They struggle in the mud, but this time it is Canaris who gains the upper hand. But a moment later, Baen leaps into the fray. Soon, the three Alphas are a swirl of flailing arms and gnashing teeth.

They are fighting over me.

They are fighting to see which Alpha will stake his claim over my body.

And they are fighting for keeps. They will kill each other if I don’t do something soon.

“Stop,” I whine. “Please…”

But my voice is weak. The Alphas cannot hear me over their own snarls and the tumult of Farlanders shouting and thumping against the outer walls of the cage.

Now that hollow, hungry feeling returns with a vengeance. It is a sharp pang that refuses to be ignored. My body squirms and writhes in the filthy mud. The muscles deep within my pelvis clench like an inner hand trying desperately to grab onto something long and hard and hot.

“Please,” I cry, my voice cracking in desperation. “Oh God, please...”

The fight continues. The Alphas claw and bite, scattering mud as they move around the cage. Every time someone seems to be gaining the upper hand, he soon loses it to another.

And as messed up as it sounds, the violence of their struggle only adds fuel to the fire between my thighs.

They are fighting over me, and that fact raises my horniness to even greater heights.

Goosebumps flare and flare again across my flesh in rolling waves. Gouts of arousal flush from my opening and pond around my butt.