Page 50 of Shared Omega

“Just relax,” Truk purrs, clutching me from the front. “Let yourself go. Give yourself over to it.”

His hand is massaging my front side, grinding against the crotch of my panties. The fabric is so wet and tight now that his fingers have no trouble finding the bud of my clit, which he works over relentlessly.

“Truk,” I whine. “Oh God, that feels so good.”

This is insane. I can’t believe what I’m doing now. I’m being pleasured by two Alphas while the sky douses our thirsty bodies with rain. We’re not supposed to be doing this. We’re supposed to be on a mission.

That’s when I remember my neural chip.

This is all being recorded.

Back at SynerGen, scientists are watching like voyeuristic perverts, studying every kiss, every touch, every desperate whimper and moan.

“No, we have to stop.”

I writhe in the Alphas’ grasp. But they hold me tightly, refusing to let me go.

“We can’t stop,” Truk says. “You need this, little one. You said so yourself. You need your Alpha’s help.”

He grips my neck and seizes my mouth in another dominating kiss while his fingers slip inside my panties to touch me skin on skin.

Behind, Dog slowly stands, trailing kisses up my spine. When he rises to full height, I feel something hard and hot prodding my behind, and I gasp against Truk’s lips.

Dog has taken his shorts off, and now his pulsing erection is pressed against me.

Up front, Truk has a similar idea. He breaks our kiss so he can unfasten his loincloth, letting the drenched fur flop to the ground. His hard cock springs free, craning upward toward the raining sky with arousal. I stare at it gape-mouthed while Dog squeezes my breasts and rocks his own impressive member along the cleft of my behind.

“It’s so long.” I weakly wrap my fingers around Truk’s shaft. “So thick…”

I lever Truk’s dick against me, rubbing his tip against my clit through my panties.

“So hard…”

I jerk him in my palm, thrilling at the way his smooth skin shifts over the iron-hard inner core of his erection. At the same time, I swivel my tush, brushing it against Dog’s equally hard cock behind.

“I want it,” breathe. “Put it inside me. Please…”

Truk’s fingers tease my panties aside as I guide his penis so his blunt cockhead delves between my folds, gliding along my slit until his tip rubs my tight hole.

“Oh!”

I wince at the tenderness of my swollen entrance.

Truk touches me there, the pad of his middle finger circling my hole, massaging it and coaxing it to open just enough for him to squeeze his fingertip inside.

“Oh fuck!” I yelp, bracing myself against Dog behind me.

Truk inches his finger inside, testing my soft membranes.

“She’s not ready yet,” Truk says. “Her entrance is too small, too tight. We will break her if we try to mate with her now.”

“I know,” Dog answers. “We will have to bring her pleasure in other ways.”

The Alphas lift me together and carry me back under the shelter of the broken overpass. They lay me down beside the fire on my back. Dog cradles my upper body in his lap while Truk positions himself between my legs, which fall open for him in surrender.

“I’ve never smelled an omega’s heat this strong,” Truk mutters.

“Then tend to it, Farlander.”