Page 51 of Desperate Omega

I stand and unfasten the knot at the side of my loincloth, then I let the garment fall to the ground. As my hard cock springs free from its imprisonment, a wave of relief washes over me, the likes of which I have never known.

I look at Syra’s face to gauge her reaction. Her eyes are focused on my exposed erection, and her lips are rounded in a circle of surprise.

“Oh,” she gasps. “Oh my…”

CHAPTER 21: SYRA

I sit up in my nest, the furs redolent of the intense mating to which I have just been subjected, and I gape in wonder.

I have just been shared by two big alphas, and both of them are well-endowed by anyone’s standards, but Thorus is even bigger, both in terms of his stature and the erect male member rising from between his legs. The glow from the fire limns his hardened length with its golden light and winks off the metal piercings which line the underside of his girthy shaft. There are five of them, five steel barbells arranged like the rungs of a ladder from his frenulum down to about the midpoint of his shaft. After that, there is a gap, presumably to make room for his knot, and then there are three more piercings, rings this time, passing through the skin of his massive scrotum.

My pussy flutters at the sight of that impressive member, and I think of the satchel full of phalluses I lost in the fire last night. Those were tools crafted for pleasure, but the tool jutting out from Thorus’s pelvis was designed with a different purpose in mind.

Domination.

Now he’s going to use it on me.

And I want it. Source help me, but I do.

My body has just been shared and seeded, not once, but twice, by two of the most incredible alphas I’ve ever seen. I shouldn’t need anything more than that. My heat should be extinguished, but it’s not. It’s burning higher and brighter than ever.

Thorus reaches down with his right hand and grips the base of his cock. A stream of clear nectar bubbles from his tip and runs down the underside of his shaft. He slowly rifles his fist up and down his hard length, using his own precum for lubrication. The steel balls at the ends of his piercings make a faint sound as they brush against the callused skin of his palm.

In my heightened state of arousal, that sound alone is enough to make me come.

The climax shivers through my body, and I almost topple backward into my nest, but four hands save me, two on each arm. As my orgasm fades, I look side to side at the alphas who caught me, Markus on the right, Brik on the left. Both of them are still naked and erect, their cocks glistening with my own wet juices.

They hold me upright as Thorus steps into my nest and stands before me, his nude form emanating raw masculine energy. His left hand brushes a few damp strands of hair off my face. His right hand is still on his cock—stroking… and stroking… and stroking.

“Are you alright, little omega?” he asks, his voice soft yet dominating at the same time. “You said you wished to taste me. You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”

“No,” I breathe, staring at the massive pierced cock that is now only inches from my face. “I still want it, Thorus. I want it in my mouth.”

“Good girl,” he says. “Good omega.”

Thorus pets my hair back again, only this time he forms it into a crude ponytail, which he uses as a handle to guide my head. My lips part for him, and he slowly slides into me, his piercings clicking softly against my lower incisors.

“Careful, little one. We don’t want you to chip your teeth. Open a little wider for me, Syra. Good girl, just like that.”

My lips circle around his girth, and I cradle his shaft with my tongue. It is firm and heavy and warm in my mouth. I close my eyes and moan softly as the salty flavor of his precum spreads across my tastebuds.

“Look at me,” he growls.

The alpha’s deep voice rumbles through me like an earthquake, and I immediately obey his command. Yesterday, my greatest fear was to be dominated by an alpha, but right now, my only wish is to serve him, to pleasure him in whatever way he asks of me.

I snap my eyes open and gaze upward into Thorus’s brutally handsome face. He rewards me with a smile of approval.

“Good girl,” he says. “I want you always to look me in the eye whenever I am using your mouth in this manner, do you understand?”

“Mm-hm.”

I cannot help but notice the way Thorus phrased that statement. He wants me to remember for future reference. This is the first time he has put his cock inside my mouth, but it sounds like it will not be the last. That realization makes my pussy throb with renewed heat.

“Good,” he says, and his stern expression softens ever so slightly. “Fuck, you are so beautiful, little omega. I love how gorgeous you look with my cock in your mouth.”

Thorus’s words of praise make me blush with pride. I should probably be blushing with shame instead, and tomorrow I probably will be ashamed, but not tonight. Tonight, I am an omega in heat, and my place is right here on my knees, servicing my alpha master.

Thorus tightens his grip on my hair, and he slowly guides my head back and forth, sliding my mouth up and down along his rigid shaft. His piercings glide against my tongue, and I can’t help but imagine how those hard steel beads will feel moving against the inner walls of my vagina. I honestly don’t know if I will be able to withstand that much pleasure, but I am willing to try.