Page 9 of A Murderous Omega

He made good on his promise, taking one in his mouth and sucking with strong pulls that yanked my soul out of my body. It wasn’t enough.

“Beg for it, slut. Tell me how badly you need my knot, how empty your pussy feels without me stretching you open,” he said as Emile pumped his fingers in and out of me.

Never.

Conor’s fingers joined Emile’s, the two of them playing with me, stretching me, out of sync with one another. They kissed my skin, driving me higher and higher with need until I couldn’t bear it anymore. Why was I resisting them?

“Conor,” I murmured, and blue eyes smiled up at me as he nibbled at my breasts.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Fucking, please.”

His smile lit up the goddess damned room.

“Please what, my darling murderous slut?”

“Please, I need you,” I sobbed, tears streaming down my face as I sacrificed my pride to my arousal.

Conor chuckled. “Are you sure, baby?”

“Alpha, please!”

He drew my lips into a hard kiss, then released my hands. Fingers left my pussy to release my feet, and I fell into Conor’s chest, inhaling his sweet scent as he swept me into his arms, then placed me on the floor on my hands and knees. I swayed weakly as he arranged my limbs to his satisfaction.

“I’m here, baby. I’ve got you. Emile’s gonna take your mouth, all right?”

No, it wasn’t all right.

But the other alpha knelt before me anyway, his legs spread, thick thighs tensed, his cock teasing at my lips, tasting of salt and a fresh ocean breeze.

“Open,” Conor said. When I shook my head, dizzy from lust and confusion and so much need, he leaned over me, covering me with his hard torso, and took a nipple between his fingers. He pinched hard, drawing it down until I bowed my back to try to escape the pain. When I cried out in shock, Emile shoved his cock down my throat at the same time Conor released my breast.

I gagged, coughing and unable to breathe, even as my lips wrapped around Emile, reveling in his salty, musky, scent. So fucking delicious.

Conor plunged into me, all at once, and I screamed around Emile’s cock as the two men stretched me beyond sanity, until my omega body adjusted, relaxing, loosening, then clenching around Conor, his knot teasing at my opening, but never entering me.

Filled from both ends, I was overwhelmed by their scents, by the sensations of their cocks rocking through me, by the complete and utter lack of control over my body—but not my mind.

My eyes widened. Why could I think? Why weren’t my instincts rising and taking over my brain, making it impossible for me to refuse these two alphas?

I couldn’t think anymore as Conor and Emile embraced above me, and Emile shoved himself down my throat with rhythmic movements, and Conor filled me with each stroke.

I whined around Emile’s cock, my tongue lapping desperately at him as he pressed so deep into me his knot brushed against my lips. Pressure grew in my core as they worked me over, every sensation narrowing until I was wound tight and ready to explode.

“That’s it, baby, our beautiful, violent omega, taking both your alphas like you were made for this—for us,” Conor said.

“So gorgeous, so needy,” Emile continued.

“So perfect.”

Fingers reached between my thighs as they rearranged my insides, taking their pleasure from me with slow and steady strokes that left no room for thought, no room for anything but the tightening pressure in my core.

Pain flickered up from my clit, a sharp agony that transformed as I exploded, my vision fading to black around the edges as bliss rocketed through me. Euphoria wiped out my capacity to think, obliterating my worries as my limbs seized and shook, senseless as I struggled to keep upright, trembling with the aftershocks of the most powerful climax of my life.

“That’s it, baby,” Conor cooed. “Clench your pussy around me so hard, milk my cock like the filthy omega you are. You’re so greedy for it—your body knows who it belongs to.” He thrust into me, hard, and painted my insides with his cum. More, more, I wanted more. I wanted his knot.

No.