Page 110 of Shared Omega

He’s going to save me with his knot.

Weak and half-dead with need, I try to flop myself over onto my belly, assuming that Kane will want to take me from behind as he has done every other time.

But he catches my throat, pinning me in place firmly but gently.

“Wait,” he purrs. “I want to see your face. I want to look at you.”

His eyes are filled with a deep and penetrating tenderness that I have never seen before. I would never have even expected such an emotion to reside in this brutal and vengeful Alpha warrior.

He positions himself between my legs. His pierced tip slides easily into my well-greased hole.

“Oh Kane,” I moan as his cock sinks into me. filling up that emptiness inside.

“Just relax,” he purrs. “Relax.”

His arms cradle me, steadying my squirming body as I whine beneath him. The muscles of my pelvis ache as Kane’s throbbing girth stretches me out. It still hurts a little, but it’s just what my body needs.

He doesn’t stop until he’s seated to the hilt.

The hard curve of his cock piercing presses against my cervix, which is creamy and ready to accept his hot seed.

“Does that feel better, little mate?”

I nod, biting at my trembling bottom lip. Kane is being so gentle with me, so soft. His muscles are rippling with savage power, but he’s holding it back for me.

Another pulse of desire zaps through my muscles, and my pussy flutters around Kane’s naked shaft. We haven’t even really started, and already my skin is flecked with sweat. Kane kisses my face, my lips, my neck.

“Kane, I’m so horny,” I whisper. “God, I’m so horny I can’t stand it.”

He begins moving inside me. Long, gliding strokes greased by my thick, creamy excretions.

I notice voices speaking on the periphery of my senses.

“Doctor, if you don’t mind I’d like to be excused.”

Suddenly I remember we’re not alone here. The overwhelming sensations of Kane’s body—the warmth of his smooth skin, his comforting, masculine scent—had made me temporarily forget that we have an audience in the control booth.

My body floods with renewed shame as I turn my head and see Frostgrave and Hines watching from the booth.

“Nonsense.” Frostgrave is speaking to Hines, but his creepy eyes never stray from where Kane is penetrating me. “You will stay here and observe this important biological process, Miss Hines.”

“But—“

“Silence!” Frostgrave snaps.

Kane’s enormous hand cups my face and turns my head toward the other side of the room, away from the control booth window.

“Forget about them,” he whispers. “Just focus on me, got it?”

His voice is dominant and commanding. He’s not making a suggestion. He’s demanding. He’s telling me what to do and how to fuck. But at the same time, there’s a tenderness to it. A note of concern, of protectiveness.

“Just focus on me.”

It’s not a hard command to obey.

As his long hard cock pumps into me again and again, it sweeps away everything else—every bit of embarrassment, every ounce of pain. His strokes are so long and smooth. Sometimes he even draws his dick all the way out of me, but each time he thrusts forward again, my needy pussy swallows him greedily, taking him deep and squeezing tightly around his shaft with wet squelching sounds. Soon my thighs and crotch are completely slathered with my thick, slippery discharge.

“Are you ready to come for me, my little mate?”