Page 62 of Shared Omega

Struggling to keep my body under control, I stalk slowly, sweeping a wide circle around the end of the wall. I dart my eyes around the grassed hillside, looking for signs of the Alphas, but there is nothing there except for the insects dancing over the weeds in the morning light. The wind rustles the grass and my beard. The only other sound is the omega’s light moaning.

Something feels off about this. My senses tell me it could be a trap. They could be using the omega’s scent to lure me while the Alphas lie in ambush.

As I come around the edge of the wall, however, I see that is not the case.

Both of the Alphas are there, kneeling side by side with their backs to the wall. The Outsider’s head is thrown back in seemingly painful ecstasy. Beside him, the half-breed’s eyes are cast down as he watches the omega suck.

The omega is on all fours in front of them, her blond head bobbing on Dog’s cock, then on Truk’s, then Dog’s again, mewling submissively as she alternates pleasuring the two Alphas.

She is mostly naked too. Her clothing and boots are strewn about on the ground as if they were torn off in a frenzy. The only thing that she has on now is her pair of cotton panties.

Her back is arched deliciously, and her ass is raised high, exuding invisible clouds of her intense heat-scent. The smell is enticing, and I can’t help but step closer, inhaling it with deep, greedy breaths.

My foot jostles a loose stone, getting the group’s attention. The omega glances back at me over her smooth shoulder. Her blue eyes are burning with lust.

“Kane…”

She whimpers my name. Her tone is so submissive, so pleading. My cock hoists to full height, bobbing with each step I take.

“Kane, please…”

Her plump little rear end wiggles enticingly. Her knees are splayed wide, and her round cheeks are spread open. The thin strip of her thong only partially conceals her tight puckered rear hole. Below that, the groove of her sex is clearly visible through the fabric.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.

This isn’t how this is supposed to go. These are enemies. I’m supposed to be leading them into my trap. But now they’ve caught me in a snare of their own.

That ass is too perfect to resist, plus the overpowering scent of her omega cunt in heat.

Source help me.

With stiff movements, I lurch forward, unable to stop myself. My feet are like two wooden stumps. In fact, my whole body feels numb. The only sensation is the throb of blood rushing through my member and the deep, delicious ache inside my swollen testicles.

“Please help me, Kane,” she begs, shaking her ass for me. “I need you here.”

Somehow, my numb fingers manage to unfasten my loincloth and toss it aside. My cock juts hard and red in the sunshine. I step into the shade of the wall, and another stronger wave of that odor hits me, drawing dribbles of precum from my pierced tip.

The Outsider, Dog, snarls and bares his teeth at me.

“Stay back, Alpha.”

The omega smooths her hand over the muscles of his abdomen and purrs soothingly.

“It’s all right, Dog,” she whispers. “I need this. I need all three of you, okay?”

At first, he seems unconvinced by her words. But she uses her lips and tongue to persuade him in other ways. As she sheaths his cock inside her wet mouth and starts to bob again, his eyes roll back into his head, and his growls of aggression transform into grunts of satisfaction.

I snort with amusement.

The “dog” who does his omega’s bidding.

Some Alpha.

Then again, I’m hardly any better. That succulent ass and ripe cunt are reeling me in. I stumble forward, and drop to my knees behind the omega, gripping her ass in two handfuls and spreading her even wider.

Even more of her scent wafts from that wide-open crevice. I groan with agony as my cock throbs painfully.

“By the Source, you smell good,” I growl. “So hot and so ripe.”