Page 23 of Marked Omega

So why did it feel so good?

I justify it by reminding myself that it had to be done. Now that I’m an omega, by no choice of my own, my scent would have brought an army of rabid Alphas down on us. And they wouldn’t have been nearly as gentle as Hasker and Kadmon were.

Kadmon. The sensitive one. I wonder where he could be.

Careful not to disturb the sleeping Alphas, I raise my head and peer over Addom’s thick shoulder. The cave is dark of course, but there’s enough moonlight filtering in for me to see a little bit. A quick scan shows no sign of the younger Alpha.

I attune my ears, listening carefully to my surroundings. Two snoring Alphas. Water dripping somewhere, echoing through stoney chambers. A slight breeze rustling the leaves outside. I lie back down.

I have to admit, I feel pretty safe like this. They’ve got me in a little Lily sandwich. I smirk and almost giggle, but then I get myself under control.

This is no time for joking around.

Fine, these guys saved me from the SynerGen security troopers. And Hasker took care of my “needs.” He and Kadmon even showed considerable restraint by not actually…penetrating me. But that wasn’t out of concern for me. They were acting in deference to their leader, Addom. And once he wakes up, all bets are off.

They may have quelled my heat temporarily, but it will be back.

I need to get out of here. I need to escape.

But where will I go? I’ll just have to figure that out later. For now, I need to make my move while these two guys are snoozing.

Although Hasker broke the chain, the metal shackles are still attached to my wrists, so I take care not to jangle them against the stones. Moving slowly and carefully, I start to wriggle my body out from under Addom’s big arm. In the process, my soft naked skin rubs against the hard muscles of their bare torsos, and I curse my traitorous body for the way it responds.

Then something pokes my butt, and I freeze, barely able to stifle the involuntary squeal that wants to slip out of my throat.

Oh. My. God.

Is that what I think it is?

In the course of our sleeping, Hasker’s fur loincloth as become scrunched up, and a certain part of his male anatomy has come free. I can’t see it, but I can sure feel it, like a blunt club nudging against the cleft of my bare tush.

But there’s something else. Something harder even than his hard flesh. Slightly cool. It takes a moment for it to sink in.

He’s pierced down below too.

My sex clenches involuntarily as an unbidden thought streaks across my mind: How would that hard piercing feel inside me? How would it abrade my tender inner tissues?

I can’t let such thoughts distract me. I’ve got to keep going.

As I continue wiggling and squirming my way out of Addom’s hug, my tushy brushes more and more against Hasker’s impressive member. God it’s so hard and hot, and I can feel all of the little veins and ridges as it slides against my crack.

My flesh heats, and my core clenches again as I realize exactly how long and thick that damn thing is.

I know from my studies that males typically get erections while they are sleeping, but I’ve never experienced it firsthand. I can only wonder what Hasker is dreaming about back there.

Addom seems to be dreaming too. He mumbles softly in his sleep and adjusts his body. As he does so, his loincloth shifts too, and his stone-stiff cock comes swinging out like it’s spring loaded, smacking me hard right between the legs.

I bite down on my bottom lip to stifle a gasp.

Can’t a girl get a break around here?

I stare down at it in amazement. Even though it’s dark in here, there is still just enough moonlight coming in from the mouth of the cave for me to see a little bit. Plus, I think my omega transformation may have improved my night vision because I can see much better than I ought to be able to.

Hasker’s erection is still pressed against my butt from behind, and Addom’s is wedged between my legs. He rocks his hips, rubbing his cockhead against me, and sending wild tingles shooting through my core. His tip drizzles a few drops of hot, sticky fluid onto my thigh, the prelude to his seed.

I choke back a whimper. My slit becomes slippery with arousal, and I struggle with a temptation to grind myself against that hard and drooling cock.

Get it together, Lily. You’re supposed to be escaping, remember?