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I’ve never heard of an omega dying from heat before. Then again, I’ve never seen an omega in a heat as deep as this one. Her body is shaking with unfulfilled desire. I can literally see patterns of gooseflesh ebb and flow over her body like tides. A river of slick is pouring from her hole.

It’s futile to resist.

Perhaps we three Alphas can hold out for a little while. But we won’t last forever. The omega’s scent will overcome us sooner or later.

I crush my mouth against Hines’s. Her soft young lips part. I rub my tongue against hers.

When I finally pull back, I leave her limp and breathless.

I bury my face beneath her chin. Her scent is even deeper there, wafting from her glands. It nearly drives me insane with lust.

I kiss lower, stitching a dotted line of saliva down her muddied breastbone, her twitching belly, her sexy little navel.

And at last I come to the locus of her need.

She is muddy down there, so I spit between her legs to clean her and swipe it away with my hand. Thus cleaned, I can see it, open and raw, a pink blossom of flesh in full bloom, soft petals slick with the dew of her arousal. I pause for a moment to enjoy the sight. Then another wave of her scent hits me. It draws me in, leaving me no choice in the matter.

With a hungry snarl, I bury my face between her tender thighs and feast upon her cunt.

CHAPTER 22: HINES

“Oh fuck,” I shout, as a jolt of pleasure shoots between my legs.

Tal’s tongue is coarse and tactile, flexible and strong. He licks my parting with deep, abrading strokes. He laps me like a hungry dog, slurping away the viscous fluid dripping from inside me. His tip digs into my whole, greedily chasing every drop of my arousal.

Meanwhile, up top, Baen and Canaris claim my breasts. Their tongues lave across my nipples, making me moan. My sounds of pleasure spur them on, and they do it again and again, each lap igniting a spark behind my clit. They suck my aching nipples between their lips, swelling my tingling buds until it seems they will pop. Their tongues flick and strum, raising my pleasure to new heights.

“Oh God, that feels so good,” I whine. “But I need more

My hands slide down Baen’s and Canaris’s fronts. My fingertips ripple over the grooves of their abdominals. I touch their pubic fur. My fingers curl around their meaty cockshafts.

God, their skin is so hot it nearly scalds me.

“I need these,” I moan, tugging lightly. My hands slide underneath, cupping and massaging their smooth, heavy sacs. “And this. I need this.”

My palms move back to their girthy shafts. I stroke them in tandem while they continue to work my pebbled nipples with their lips and tongues.

And down below, Tal keeps a steady pace on my pussy. His attention is focused on my throbbing clit, but he occasionally dips lower, licking my opening and my sensitive taint.

My hips raise of their own volition, and I smash my pussy hard against Tal’s face. His rough, coarse stubble scrubs and scratches at my tender places.

For a moment, I realize how filthy this is. The mud. The cheering crowd of barbarians. The three Alphas having their way with my needy body.

Heat rushes up the arteries of my neck and flushes into my cheeks.

I’m nothing but a horny omega now.

An animal in heat.

And I love it.

The first orgasm hits me like a punch, shuddering my muscles and sending a flood of hot, scented slick spilling from my hole and staining Tal’s chin and neck. He licks me straight through the climax and out the other side, relentlessly torturing my nerve bundle with his skillful tongue.

“Oh fuck!” I yelp.

I continue stroking the pair of hot Alpha dicks on both sides of me. On my left, Canaris shudders. His lips pop from my nipple with a loud, wet smack, and he bellows with lust. His cock pulses, shooting ropes of hot semen onto my belly and ribs.

Between my spread thighs, Tal pauses his feasting long enough to speak.