Page 95 of Desperate Omega

“Yes. Oh Source, I want to come so bad.”

“You heard the omega,” Thorus says to Brik and Markus. “Give her what she wants.”

Brik shifts his focus to my clitoris. He sucks it between his lips and strums it hard with the tip of his tongue. At the same time, he slides two fingers deep inside me and begins to stroke my sensitive inner place, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my center.

Meanwhile, behind me, Markus doubles his efforts, working his soft, wet tongue all up and down my crack.

Thorus continues stroking his hard cock.

“Come for us, little one,” he purrs. “Show the Tribe how well you come for your alphas.”

I obey my master’s command. Markus and Brik make it impossible to do otherwise. My climax crashes through me. It rocks me like a storm. My legs tremble from the force of it, and I have to clutch the alphas’ hair to keep myself upright.

I howl and moan with pleasure. I beg for more. My alphas give it to me. They don’t stop eating me until I am on the very point of collapsing. Then they stand up and hold me between them, panting and weak. Their hard cocks brush against my belly and my bottom.

“Hoist her up,” Thorus commands.

The two younger alphas lift me. They hold me between them, with my back to the floor, my face to the ceiling, and my legs spread wide so their pack master can examine their handiwork.

“Well done,” Thorus growls. “You have prepared the omega well. The time has come to breed her.”

He steps between my open thighs and cradles my ass with his huge hands. The shaft of his cock strokes my vulva. His piercings glide against my wet folds. I shiver in anticipation.

He tenses his abdomen, and his cock lifts slightly. Then he relaxes, and it falls onto me again. His tip thumps my clitoris and I let out a gasp of pleasure. He performs the maneuver again, and again, spanking me and teasing me with his hard shaft.

“Is this what you want, little omega? Do you want your alpha’s big hard cock between your legs?”

I bite my lip and nod.

“Say it,” he growls. “Say it loud so the whole Tribe can hear.”

“I want your cock!” I cry. “I want it inside me! I want you to fuck me and knot me and fill me with your seed!”

Thorus purrs approvingly.

“Good omega. You shall have all those things.”

He moves back until his tip is positioned against my entrance. Then he pushes into me, slow and deep, filling my wet heat with his hard arousal. My pussy swallows him with ease. It has had plenty of practice over the past ten days.

“Holy Source,” Thorus breathes. “I love the way your tight little cunt grips me, Syra.”

“And I love how your fat cock stretches me,” I tell him. “I wish I could keep you inside me forever.”

“Ah, but what about Markus and Brik? Surely you do not wish to exclude them, little one.”

“I have other holes.”

He grins. “So you do, Syra, and they shall all be filled before this night is through. But for now, I want you to shut up and take this alpha dick like a good omega.”

He pulls back and thrusts, penetrating all the way to my deepest epicenter. His girth stretches me. His piercings caress my inner walls with delicious friction. My pussy clenches, grabbing hold of him like it doesn’t ever want to let go.

“That’s it,” Thorus purrs. “Take it, Syra. Take every inch.”

He plunges again, and again, fucking me hard and deep. My body jolts under the force of his thrusting. My breasts bounce. His smooth, heavy balls slap against my ass, which is drenched with my slick. The air around us is thick with the heady scent of sex.

I let my head fall back, and I stare at the crowd watching us from the shadows. Their chanting has been replaced by other sounds. Grunts and moans and the steady clap of skin striking skin.

Thorus and I are not the only ones mating.