Page 87 of Ruined Omega

With his cock knotted tightly, Canaris cannot slide in and out. But every time he spurts inside me, his knot pulses, stimulating every cell, every molecule of my inner walls with gradually diminishing echoes of pleasure. By the time he’s empty, and I am full, I can’t even feel my fingers or toes anymore.

“Good,” Tal purrs above me. “Now the bond is complete.”

I tilt my chin and gaze down between my legs. A gasp of wonder escapes my lips. Pierced through my clitoral hood is a small steel ring with a chrome ball. It looks amazing. And Lily was right: it feels amazing too.

A ruby bead of blood wells from the piercing hole.

Slowly, reverently, Tal bows his face to my new piercing. He presses his warm, plush lips to my clit and sucks. The steel piercing on his lip clicks deliciously with mine. The combination of hard and soft excites me—smooth, hard steel and soft, supple flesh. Inside his mouth, Tal’s tongue tip carefully licks the drop of blood away.

Electric shocks of pleasure tingle outward from my sex-charged clit. My pussy flutters and squeezes even more hot seed from Canaris’s pulsating knot. The silvered Alpha groans beneath me as he comes again. We have a little chain reaction of bliss going here.

Once my tiny wound has been thoroughly cleaned and then some, Tal pulls back with a wet smack of his lips.

“Fuck,” he rumbles. “Even your blood tastes good, little thing.”

As if in response, my blood speeds in my veins. I remember the way that he and the others marked me in the mud pit. The way their needle-sharp fangs pierced me then, drawing my blood with excruciating pleasure.

“Do you want more, love?” I whisper up to him. “It’s yours.” I turn to Baen. “It’s all of yours. You own me.”

I can hardly believe the words spilling from my lips. But somehow it feels so right.

These three dominating Alphas are my masters now.

They are my protectors

And soon they will be the fathers of my children.

Tal grins and growls. His tongue licks away a fleck of blood from his lip ring. By some kind of sympathetic response, I feel that lick in my own lip ring too. It’s not imaginary. I really do feel it.

My eyes go wide, and I turn to Baen. The young Alpha is jerking his long, fully hard cock. On each upstroke, his knuckles brush the piercing through his tip, and each time I feel that same touch in my own genital piercing.

Source, it’s like magic.

I squirm with renewed pleasure. My shoulder blade shifts against Canaris’s nipple ring, and I feel that tingle as well in my own nipple.

“We are bound,” I whisper.

Tal and Baen nod and Canaris purrs and rumbles beneath me.

We are bound. We are a pack. Four bodies. One soul.

Unity.

Tal reaches down and presses the pad of his thumb against my over-sensitive clitoris. Just that simple touch nearly makes me come again. I yelp briefly, but I bite the sound short and swallow the rest. Tal starts to rub me in slow circles. Baen, still jerking his hardness, dips his face to my chest and pleasures my erect and pierced nipple.

“What are you guys doing?” I whisper. “We can’t do this here. This is a temple.”

A quick glance around, however, reveals that nobody else here seems to mind. In fact, now that I look closer, I see rhythmic, undulating bodies. Other Alphas mating with their omegas.

“This is the best place to do it,” Tal says. “Here in this holy place, the fertilization process is blessed by the Source.”

“You mean you’re going to knock me up in church?” I half giggle.

Tal’s firm palm sweeps over my soft belly and toys with my navel ring.

“We say that an omega is like a Little Source. Your womb is the source of new life. New generations.”

Tal’s cock has grown rigid with desire. His tip is oozing with arousal. He anoints my belly and knotted pussy with drizzles of sticky precum.