Page 64 of Shared Omega

“Oh fuck, don’t stop,” she breathes.

I lever my cock upward and press my tip to her hole. Her shuddering orgasm should have loosened her, but it’s still not enough. I’ve never seen an omega that was this damn tight before.

My desperate need to be inside of her turns to rage.

“I said open, damn you!”

The omega cries out as the flat of my open hand spanks her ass, jolting her body. The other Alphas bow up again, baring their teeth once more, but the omega soothes them again with her mouth.

“Open for your Alpha.” I roar again with another sharp smack, this time on the other cheek.

“Make me,” she gasps between slurps.

A wicked grin curls my mouth. So that’s how she wants it.

I smack her again and again, jolting her body with each blow and reddening her tender skin to a beautiful rosy hue. The clap of flesh on flesh resounds off the ruined stone walls and out over the sunlit meadow.

Source, it feels good dominating an Outsider this way. Humiliating her. Putting her in her place.

And the omega is enjoying her punishment too.

Or at least her body is enjoying it.

She drops her head to the ground now, pressing her face to the earth like she’s praying. Her ass and wet cunt stick up in the air like an offering for my manhood. I test her entrance again with my finger, and I find that it has opened ever so slightly.

Gripping my cock, I move into position.

“Oh fuck!” the omega sighs in a weak shivery voice as I press into her.

But her defiant little pussy still resists me. Part of me wants to force it inside her—to slam my cock home, splitting her in twain in the process, but something else makes me hold back.

My release, however, cannot wait any longer.

Pressing my pierced tip as far as it will fit into her narrow ring, I grip my shaft and begin to stroke, jacking myself off into her hole.

To my surprise, her tiny hand reaches back, fondling my dangling balls while I pump my fist.

“Yes,” she whispers. “Come inside my hole. Stain me with seed. Mark me.”

Too late, I realize what’s happening.

I’ve been duped.

Their plan is to make me spill my load, and then, when I’m weakened, the Alphas will attack. Fuck, how could I have been so foolish?

But the fact is, my brain has no choice in the matter. It’s raw instinct that rules me now, and I’m too far gone to resist. The sensations are overwhelming. The scent of the omega filling my nostrils. The hot moisture of her too-tight cunt. Her small, dextrous hand massaging and milking my balls.

It’s too late.

I let loose a roar as my balls tighten and my knot expands at the base of my cock. I can barely fit my tip inside the tight ring of the omega’s entrance, and it occurs to me what would have happened if I had knotted inside her.

Source, it might have killed her.

Beneath my fingers, a sudden pulse rushes along the length of my shaft, and then it comes—my hot seed shooting straight into her opening.

“Yes,” the omega shouts, “Oh fuck, I can feel it, Kane.”

The omega whines and growls like an animal as my fluid paints her inner walls. Her body reacts, shuddering with pleasure. Her hole expands ever so slightly, allowing another fraction of my tip inside.