Page 64 of Marked Omega

In some ways, it is as if our bond is the strongest of all.

When I asked why Hasker would be the one to give me the piercings, Addom simply said that Hasker had “the nimblest fingers.”

Without missing a beat, I replied, “Oh yes, I remember that from the cave.”

When I said that, Hasker blushed. That rough, grizzled, scarred Alpha actually blushed. I could hardly believe it, but it happened. Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle, well…

Through my nipple apparently.

As the sting subsides, I glance down at my chest, blinking away the tears of pain from my eyes. Addom eases his hug, and Kadmon lets go of my nipple, which springs back into place, impaled all the way through by the long thin piece of steel.

“Wow,” I gasp in amazement.

As Hasker slides the steel ring through the freshly made hole, I know right away that this was totally worth it. A kiss of pure pleasure tingles through that sensitive nub of flesh, and for a moment I think I might actually come just from that.

“Looking good,” a feminine voice giggles.

It’s Hannah. She and her Alphas are standing nearby, along with a few other random Alphas and omegas who stopped to check out the show. Hardly the audience that we had last night though.

“You were right,” I tell her. “It wasn’t that bad at all. In fact, I might have to think about getting the other side done too.”

I look at her body, covered in three or four times as many piercings as I’ve got, and I feel a little envious. This could get addictive.

Addom chuckles behind me.

“We can do that if you want.” His warm breath tickling my ear makes me hot, and I can feel my slick beginning to flow again. “But first, there is one last thing we must do.”

When I glance back at Hasker, I see that he is retrieving a fresh, sterile needle from a satchel.

“What do you mean?” I whisper.

Kadmon squeezes my hand reassuringly.

“These three piercings you’ve received have bound you to each of us individually,” Addom explains. “But there is one more that is required to bind you to us all as a pack.”

His lips brush the shell of my ear, sending a sexy, scary chill up my spine.

“Where?”

Addom presses his lips to my ear and whispers the answer.

I repeat my one word question, not because I didn’t hear him, but because I can hardly believe what he just said. And this time it comes out not as a whisper, but as a loud shout. Once more the other occupants of this massive, dark room raise their heads in brief annoyance at my outburst.

“Your clitoris,” he says firmly.

“Nope,” I blurt and try to struggle away. “Sorry, no way.”

But Addom’s arms hold me tightly in place, and it’s like trying to squirm away from a bronze statue. After a moment I stop.

“Seriously, are you just making up these rules as you go along?” I ask angrily.

Then I glance at Hannah, and I remember that glint of steel that I saw between her legs yesterday at the baths, and I realize it’s all too real.

Hannah squats down so she’s at eye level with me, and she gestures to my Alphas to let her speak to me. She places her hand on my shoulder.

“It’s really not that bad,” she says.

“I find that hard to believe,” I mutter. “I mean my nipple is one thing, but my…”