Page 47 of Desperate Omega

“She’s ready.”

CHAPTER 20: THORUS

Ready is an understatement.

I fear I may have gone too far with Syra’s punishment, and now I don’t know if three alphas are going to be enough to satisfy the heat that is burning inside her. But I also know I’m not about to leave this cave to find a fourth male. Fuck that. I’m willing to share her, but only within reason. It’s up to me and my two companions to give this little omega what she needs. If we can’t do it, nobody can.

I look at Brik and Markus. The two younger alphas certainly seem up to the task—literally. Their cocks are hard and ready to serve their omega, and mine is too—so hard it fucking hurts, in fact. As the oldest male in the cave, it is my right to fuck the omega first, but I’m not going to do that.

I’m going to let the youngbloods break her in for me.

I scoop Syra off my lap and lay her down on her back in the middle of the nest she created from our supply of furs. When she gazes up at me, the light from the fire catches her eyes, and I see how dilated her pupils have become, two black holes of desire rimmed with the thinnest touch of jade green. Her whole body is trembling with lust. Her legs fall open, revealing her wet pink cunt, swollen and dripping with arousal. Her slick makes a mess on the furs beneath her, but I don’t care. That mess is going to get a whole lot bigger by the time we three alphas are done with her. I’m just glad we have plenty of waterskins on hand. We’re going to need all of them to keep our little omega hydrated throughout the long mating to come.

I take a step back from the nest and turn toward the two young alphas.

“Well? What are you two waiting for?”

They both look at me for a moment, totally astonished, like they don’t know what to do. Then they both move toward the nest at the same time. They growl and try to shove each other out of the way, and I’m forced to step in and separate them again.

“Cut it out,” I snarl. “This isn’t about you; it’s about the omega, and there’s plenty of her to go around.”

The two males nod, but I can still see the fire of jealousy burning in their eyes. I’m going to have to direct things, at least until they’ve figured out how to share.

“Brik, lie down there beside the omega.” I gesture toward the nest. “Markus, you lie down on that side.”

The two young alphas move into the nest and take up their positions on either side of the omega, bracketing her supine body with their own. Instantly and simultaneously, her hands go to their hard shafts, and she begins tugging on them furiously. Instinctively, the alphas begin to thrust their hips, fucking her hands with their cocks.

“Easy, little one,” I purr. “You’re going to make them come all over you if you keep that up.”

Syra knits her brow and gives me a look that almost makes me unload inside my loincloth.

“But they’re so big and hard,” she whines, “and it feels so good to touch them.”

“It’s going to feel even better when they put those big hard cocks inside you,” I tell her. “But first we need to prepare your sweet little pussy to get fucked.”

That’s not entirely true. Her pussy is already dripping wet and ready to be plowed by multiple males. But if we start mating her right away, she’s liable to wear the three of us out. I want to wring at least a couple of climaxes out of her body before she takes her first dick.

At the moment, however, the two young alphas are more concerned with her breasts than her pussy. That’s probably because her breasts are easier to share, since she has one for both of them. Brik is squeezing one of her breasts and staring at it like it’s the most amazing thing he’s ever seen. Markus, meanwhile, is sucking hungrily on the other one.

“Markus,” I say. “Be a good lad and reach down between the omega’s legs. I want you to pull back her hood.”

Without releasing Syra’s breast, Markus complies with my command. I watch as he strokes his hand along the inside of her thigh until he reaches her center. He finds her clitoris and gently peels back her little cowl of skin, exposing the ripe pink berry beneath.

“Good,” I say. “Now you, Brik. I want you to reach down there and touch Syra’s clitoris. Gently now, gently. She’s going to be extremely sensitive down there.”

That’s another understatement.

As soon as Brik’s fingertip makes contact with her taut nub, the omega lets out a loud, trembling howl, and her whole body shudders as a climax rushes through her. I lean in and press my hands against her thighs, keeping her legs spread and her hips more or less pinned in place.

“Keep it up, lad,” I tell Brik. “Don’t stop until you’ve made her come three more times.”

As it turns out, it’s a little difficult to keep a tally. The omega’s orgasms all seem to blur one into the next, and I can’t tell if Brik has given her three separate orgasms or one very long one. When I see her eyes start to roll back in her head, I tell him to stop. Syra lies back in her nest, naked, panting, and soaked with sweat.

“She needs water. Markus, fetch a skin.”

The young alpha brings back a waterskin and tilts it over her mouth while Brik cradles her head in one of his hands. She drinks thirstily, letting the crystalline liquid spill down her chin and onto her heaving chest. At last, she falls back on the furs gasping for air.

“More,” she breathes. “More…”