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Sweat drips between my Omega’s breasts, and her hair falls around her in dark waves.

I am tumbling violently in the hold of a storm, as Rhett reaches to grab my Angel and Omega by their hair. He tugs back their heads.

They both moan, as their backs arch.

My Omega raises herself up, and I can’t look away from the slide of my cock in and out of her wet pussy.

Then she slams herself down.

My scream is trapped in my throat. It echoes through my mind.

I am inside her.

I never want to leave.

My muscles stand out in my arms, and my neck cords, as I yank on the chains.

I am growling, deep and continuous; I can’t stop.

I fixate on the way that Rhett is tauntingly baring both the Omega and Alpha’s throat above me, but I can’t claim and bite them like my teeth ache to.

I gnaw on the leather in my mouth.

Rhett’s eyes glitter darkly, as he humps against my thighs. His face is flushed.

Angel’s eyes are closed, as he drags his cock up and down the Omega’s ass.

They are both as close to coming as I am.

Then my Omega speeds up, riding me past the point I thought it was possible to feel.

I can’t…too much…pleasure.

My hands clench into fists.

Is this why Alphas love rutting? Knotting?

Omegas?

Just for a moment, my mind clears.

I am saving her. But won’t I lose her if I can’t bite her?

She’s not mine.

My heart breaks.

I raise my hand shakily.

Should I tap three times?

It’s like being caught and torn apart by that cyclone.

My Omega is speeding up, clawing at my chest.

I want her.

I need her.