Page 65 of Ruined Omega

This omega smells so fucking good, that I can’t wait to claim her.

Abaddon and his witch laugh at Tal’s efforts.

The sound of their laughter reminds me of the vile plan that Abaddon has just laid out for us. He wants us to claim the omega. Then, once we are bound, he will kill her just to torture us.

The sound of their mocking laughter fills me briefly with hateful rage, but even that emotion is soon washed away, overwhelmed by the mounting scent of the omega’s needful cunt.

The smell is like a landscape, churning, shifting, rendered in every imaginable color, here bright and clean, there dark and mysterious. There are mountains and valleys and deserts of scent, oceans and skies, rivers and forests, an indescribable panorama of fragrance. The rest of the world seems boring and sterile by comparison.

Even though I know Abaddon’s plan, I cannot resist Hines’s scent.

“I must claim her,” I growl. “I must fill her with my knot and my seed.”

Against my lap, the omega whimpers. The sound is a mix of fear and hunger. Her dilated pupils dart from me to Baen.

The younger Alpha skins his hard fangs and snarls. His own pupils are dilated too, as I’m sure mine are. We are both caught in the thrall of her heat-scent.

Baen shoves me back. I drop the omega and she splats into the mud.

“No!” Baen growls, huddling over the dropped omega. “She is mine! Her body belongs to me!”

The Farlanders are pressed around the perimeter of our cage. They can smell her too, and they are banging wildly at the bars, snarling hungrily. I pull myself up, dripping globs of mud, and I take up a fighting stance.

“Fuck that,” I snarl. “She’s mine, boy. I’m claiming her.”

“You’re both wrong.”

Tal has now abandoned the bottle of pills and now he is standing over the omega too, his body hunched and ready to attack. His roar of challenge is directed at both me and his young companion.

So it’s going to be a fight then.

Fair enough.

To the victor go the spoils.

CHAPTER 20: HINES

The sound of Tal’s roar sends another violent convulsion of need ripping through my body. My insides cramp painfully, and my sex squeezes with desire. I can smell my own pheromones filling the air.

Canaris is the first to attack. He hurls himself at Tal, and their bodies connect with an impact of stone against stone.

“She is MINE!”

The pair of Alphas crash to the ground in a splash of mud, clawing and biting and punching furiously.

A horrible snarl erupts from Baen’s throat, and he is about to throw himself into the fray when his nose twitches. He turns to face me, his pupils blown wide and dark with the rut. His pierced cock bucks, oozing a long string of clear, sticky precum over my thigh.

With the other two Alphas distracted, Baen has me all to himself.

He pounces on me, pinning my helpless, heat-racked body beneath his much larger, more powerful frame. Around us, the audience of Farlanders is thrown into a frenzy. They yip and howl like wild dogs, jostling for a view of the action. Somewhere beside us I can hear Tal and Canaris trying to kill each other.

Baen growls over me. His eyes are embers of lust.

“Mine…”

His body seems to be barely under his control. His movements are frantic and shaky. His pelvis thrusts, and he humps the air like a horny dog, spilling more hot precum over my crotch.

He lowers himself. The blunt knob of his cockhead kisses my entrance. A scream dies in my throat and I wince in anticipation of the oncoming thrust.