Page 36 of Marked Omega

At last, Addom relents. His lips separate from my clit with a wet smack. My poor little bud is so engorged that it feels like it could pop. His fingers slide out of me, dripping with my thick, creamy slick.

“We need her good and relaxed for the marking,” Addom says.

Hasker snorts.

“Relaxed, sure. But you nearly made her come to death. Just look at her.”

He peels his hand away from my face, and I gulp the air. My head lolls to one side and I feel a trickle of drool run down my cheek. My skin feels electric and shivery.

“Go get the boy,” Addom grunts to his second. “She’s ready. It’s time to mark her.”

I have read something of this in my studies of Alphas back at the university. But the ritual itself is shrouded in mystery. The only details come from reports and video footage from the early days just after the cataclysm. All I know is that it involves biting.

“M-mark me?” I stammer.

Addom simply ignores my question.

“Turn over,” he growls.

This time he doesn’t wait for me to obey but simply manhandles me like a broken doll. He flips me over and I find myself on my hands and knees staring at Hasker and Kadmon’s legs.

Their loincloths drop to the floor by their feet.

Oh God.

I drag my eyes up their muscular legs. Kadmon’s are smooth and lean and tan. Hasker’s are more hairy, more powerfully built and nicked with scars from battle.

As my eyes travel higher, I gulp.

The two Alphas are towering over me, their penises erect and jumping with their pulses. Kadmon flashes me a smirk. Hasker just stares at me intensely.

“All three of you?” I gasp as they step closer. “All three of you are going to…”

My voice trails off, unable to complete the sentence. From behind, Addom’s voice completes it for me.

“Fuck you?” he chuckles. “Yes.”

My body tenses. There’s no way I could handle being fucked by even one of these Alphas, let alone all three. Will they take turns using my body? Or will they share me all at once?

I feel a sudden impulse to scramble away. Hasker detects this, and he steps to one side, widening his stance to block me.

“Don’t worry,” Addom growls. “We’re not going to fuck you right now. Not here. Your body isn’t ready yet.”

I breathe a sigh of relief. But Addom still has more to say.

“First, we must prepare your body.” I can feel him kneeling behind me. His hands clasp my hips, and the head of his cock brushes my crack. “We must introduce you to our seed.”

“Introduce?” I stammer. “Your seed?”

I tremble as Hasker and Kadmon kneel in front of me. Their hard dicks glisten in the wavering light passing through the rushing waterfall. The white noise of the crashing water suddenly seems incredibly loud.

Behind me, Addom is starting to rock his pelvis, sliding his hot shaft along the cleft of my tush. My pussy is so wet from his feasting that it’s running down my inner thighs.

“Yes,” he says, his voice deep and gravelly. “A new omega must be broken in. Her body must taste the seed of her mates so that her womb can learn to accept it.”

Hasker and Kadmon move closer on their knees. Their bobbing erections are now right at eye level. I glance back and forth between those twitching members—one pierced and one not. Their thick veins are pulsing and throbbing with their heartbeats. Their tips leak clear fluid.

“Taste?” I whimper.