Page 92 of Shared Omega

His hand still clasps my throat, holding me firmly in place. He squeezes a little tighter, restricting my breathing but not cutting it off completely, and he lifts me so that I have to stand on my toes to keep from strangling.

I’m staring out into the darkness, where hundreds of glowing eyes are gazing at my nakedness.

Kane’s other hand smooths down my belly, all the way to the tuft of fur between my legs.

“This is your big night, omega.” His hot breath tickles my ear. “Tell me what you want.”

I whine and writhe as that hand moves lower, tracing the ridge of my hood and drawing it back to expose my tender clit. The pads of his finger tips circle me there, occasionally dipping lower to gather my slick lubrication.

“Does that feel good?” he purrs.

I nod, struggling to stay on my tip toes with his fingers clamped around my throat. My calves are aching.

“Say it,” he growls.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Louder,” he roars.

The volume of his voice startles me and prickles the fine hairs all over my flesh, His fingers work me with a steady pressure, elevating my bliss with each stroke.

“Louder! Say it louder!”

“Yes!” I almost scream. “It feels good! It feels so fucking good!”

Shame washes over me, filling every cell of my body. I’m being pleasured in public, and I’m begging for it, desperate for my release. But I can’t help myself. The more Kane touches me down there, the more I need him to touch me.

“Don’t stop!” I shout. “Oh God, please don’t fucking—“

His hand cinches tight on my throat, cutting off my voice and my breath.

“Don’t worry, little omega,” he growls. “We’re just getting started.”

He’s choking me. My lungs start to burn and my legs start to wobble from staying on my toes. I feel myself beginning to panic.

And all the while those merciless fingers are working me over down below.

“Oh God!” I gasp as his grip finally loosens.

Oxygen rushes to my brain at the exact instant that I come, intensifying my orgasm to a frightening degree. My body writhes and spasms against Kane’s muscular body as hard as a carved statue.

His fingers clutch tightly, choking me again.

“Do you submit to me, omega,” he growls at my ear. “Do you submit to your Alpha?”

I nod again. I try to speak, but his firm grip has stolen my breath and with it my voice.

“Say it. I want to hear you say it.”

A whole mixture of emotions churns inside me. Part of me is angry that he’s demanding me to speak when he’s the one blocking my voice. Another part of me is afraid, terrified of handing over absolute control to this vicious beast of a man.

And part of me is hungry.

Hungry to be dominated.

Hungry to be speared on that long, hard cock pulsing against my backside.

Just when I think I can’t take any more, his hand lets go completely, dropping me to the floor where I land on my hands and knees, defeated.