Page 32 of A Murderous Omega

I froze, his dick teasing me as it twitched in my hands, hating his power over me.

“We need ground rules before⁠—”

“Rules are, you fuck me, and you knot me. Now.”

Conor’s expression softened. He raised a hand to brush my hair out of my face, and I nuzzled into the comfort of his touch. “Rules are, no biting, no claiming,” he said as he stroked my cheek.

I nodded, frantic. Why wasn’t he fucking me? Why wasn’t he knotting me? What was wrong with me? Why didn’t he⁠—

“Stop,” he said, arresting my spiral. “I want you. Emile wants you. We’d like nothing more than to claim you during this heat, but you need to trust us first.”

He wanted me. They wanted me. I nodded into his hand, holding his clear blue gaze.

“Are you catching anything I’m saying?” he asked, his lips tilting up into a lopsided smile.

“You want me. And I want you. And you’re going to knot me,” I confirmed, the hold of his bark loosening and allowing me to twitch my hips over the delicious heat of his cock.

“But no claiming.”

“No claiming,” I agreed. My conscious mind, that little corner of self that I retained despite my heat, sighed with the same disappointment my instincts did.

I wanted them to claim me. I wanted them to take the choice away, so I didn’t have to admit I wanted them to claim me. After this heat, I would find a way to articulate that.

But for now? I sank down onto Conor, whining as he stretched me, filling me with his alpha cock.

He moaned. “So fucking tight, so fucking perfect, my gorgeous omega murderer, fucking me while she’s still covered in the blood of her victim.”

I sped up my hips, rocking against him, grinding my clit into his hard knot as I fucked him, dripping slick all over his pants, uncaring of the mess I made.

“Stop,” Emile snapped, and I moaned, frustrated once again. Long fingers combed through my hair, then yanked my head back so I could see him behind me. “When you’re done, you’re going to let us bathe you, feed you, and water you, do you understand, omega?”

My alphas would take care of me. Yes yes yes yes yes. I whined for Conor to fill me once again.

“Words, omega,” Emile growled.

“Yes,” I promised. I’d have promised anything. “If you give me your knot.”

“Soon, little one,” Emile promised. “But first, fuck Conor within an inch of his life, then let us spoil you.”

Conor snapped his hips upward and I threw my head back with the pleasure of it before falling forward, catching myself with my hands on his chest. He leaned into me and caught a nipple between his lips, worrying it with his teeth, until it turned dark and swollen.

“Fuck yes, Lark. Look at you taking me so well, your pussy sucking my cock in, squeezing me tight. You were made for me, baby, made for us.”

I whined, rocking my hips as we fucked, raw and uninhibited, taking my pleasure from this stunning alpha who whispered praise in my ears while he destroyed me, ruined me. Soon, I was on the precipice, begging and whining.

“Are you ready for me? Sweet, murderous omega, bloody and vengeful, squeezing my cock like you own it?”

“My cock,” I gasped, wrapping my arms around Conor’s neck, drawing his face against my own. I tangled my fingers in his hair as I pressed my skin against his, slick with sweat and need—so close, so greedy, so desperate.

“Yes, baby, it’s yours, I’m yours,” Conor readily agreed as he reached his hand between us to slide his fingers around my clit, giving me just enough friction. Then he pinched, hard. “Look at that gorgeous pussy stretching around me, taking me, taking your cock, so fucking beautiful, because you own it.”

His words unclenched the bands around my soul.

“Alpha,” I shouted as my world exploded, shattering me into a thousand pieces as euphoria whipped through me in the most powerful climax I’d ever had.

“Omega,” Conor growled right back, thrusting his hips up into me, impossibly swelling larger, and painting my insides with his seed. “So fucking hot, so fucking perfect, taking me like the good girl you are.”

He held me closer as our motions slowed, as I shuddered, aftershocks of pleasure leaving me twitching on his cock.