Page 68 of Shared Omega

It needs hot seed. It needs virile Alpha fluid.

With a wild canine sound, Dog chomps his mouth around my shoulder. I cry out in pain as he brands me with his fangs, placing his mark on my flesh next to Kane’s.

I gasp again as Dog’s cock slips out, and he rolls off me exhausted. My body is weak and trembling from his rough use and multiple intense orgasms. I could almost fall asleep just like this on top of Kane, marked and filled by two Alphas.

But I’m not finished yet.

A pair of powerful and calloused hands hoist my body high off the ground, limp as a broken doll. Long silken hair brushes my skin. A hungry face rubs my flesh, snuffling me and lapping my sweat as he carries my dead weight over to the broken wall.

“Truk,” I mumble.

The feral Alpha leans me back against the wall. His strong hands grip my butt to support me as his hard, rounded cockhead nudges against my entrance which is overflowing with seed and my own thick fluid. The mixture falls out of me in thick globs and splatters on the ground.

“Please,” I whimper. “Be gentle, I—“

But Truk isn’t gentle. He’s a wild one, a stray, and doesn’t have Dog’s thorough conditioning. Lost as he is in his fever of lust, his passion whipped into a frenzy by the other two Alphas, my pleas fall on deaf ears.

Truk takes me, and he takes me roughly.

With a hard thrust of his pelvis, his long, hot cock penetrates upward into my already thoroughly used pussy. There is a wet sound as more sticky fluid spills around his shaft, making room for his thick meat.

“Oh fuck,” I moan weakly as he plunges into me again and again, fucking me every bit as hard as Dog did.

There’s nothing I can do. My arms are too weak even to steady myself on his muscular shoulders. It doesn’t matter. Truk is strong enough to bear my weight as he uses my limp body like his own personal fuck toy, all the while grunting and growling like a horny animal.

What little breath I have left is taken away when he seizes my mouth in a bruising kiss.

His tongue slips inside my mouth and rolls against mine. He is penetrating me above and below.

When he finally breaks the kiss, I’m left gasping desperately, too weak to even beg for mercy from this savage Alpha.

He gyrates his hips, stirring his cock around my insides as if he is trying to core my already stretched hole even wider. He is applying hard pressure to every inch of my inner tissues—the walls of my channel conforming tightly around his shaft, the tender lump on my front wall that is tingling with the onset of yet another explosive orgasm, and my cervix, which is slathering even more of its thick cream onto his blunt head.

“Good,” Truk groans in a voice that sounds half mindless with lust. “Feels so good.”

It feels good for me too. In fact, it feels amazing. But my pleasure is seasoned with more than a dash of pain as his too-big cock stretches my opening and the rough rockcrete wall scuffs and abrades my back.

And then there are the two searing marks that Kane and Dog made on my flesh.

Now it’s Truk’s turn to complete the process.

When it’s all done, my body will be owned and shared by this motley trio of Alphas. Theirs to protect and theirs to use as they please.

Before that happens, though, I must make one request of the wild Alpha who is ravaging me against this wall.

“Truk.” My words come out weak and breathless. “Truk, don’t knot me. I can’t take it.”

His thrusting quickens. His grunts become louder. His muscles striate with tension in preparation for his oncoming release.

“Knot,” he growls.

Again, I’m reminded, Truk is not like Dog. I can’t command him to stand down. I don’t have any safe word to protect me from his brutal ravishment. And right now, the human part of his brain is switched off, and his raw animal instinct is running the show.

He’s going to knot me, and I’m going to have to take it, whether I’m ready or not.

I cry out one more time, my tone high-pitched with panic.

“Truk please, I—“