Page 70 of Shared Omega

There is a whoosh of air and a sharp smack as the flat of his hand connects with my bare ass, scalding my skin. I yelp as much from embarrassment as from pain.

I’m having my behind spanked by one Alpha while another is knotted inside of me.

“Stop it!” I protest, “You can’t do this!”

“Oh I can,” Kane growls. “And I must. It’s my duty as your Alpha.”

Another loud smack bounces off the stone walls as his hand smacks my bottom again.

“Motherfucker,” Truk snarls underneath me. “What the fuck are you doing?”

He starts to get up, but it’s hard to move with our bodies tied together with a knot of flesh. And to make matters worse, my body is responding to Kane’s spanking in ways that are as inappropriate as they are unexpected.

It’s making me hot. Very hot.

After being fucked and filled by the seed of three Alphas, I wouldn’t have thought it possible to be more aroused. And yet, here we are.

Kane’s palm smacks against my burning tush a third time, and I come again. Pleasure ripples from my core, and my opening cinches tighter around Truk’s cock, causing him to squirt even more of his seemingly endless supply of semen into my depths. His eyes roll back white and he collapses back onto the grass with a groan.

“Oh God,” I moan through my shameful climax. “Please. You have to stop…”

But Kane ignores my pleas. Again, he smacks my wet, sticky bottom. And again. And again.

I clutch Truk’s shuddering body, anticipating yet another blow, but this time it doesn’t fall.

Instead another shadow passes overhead, much swifter than a cloud. It is Dog. He leaps over me and Truk and catches Kane’s arm with a snarl of challenge.

“Leave her be, Alpha,” he barks.

He is furious—veins bulging and tendons straining. Spit flecks his lips as he speaks, and his eyes are bloodshot and wild.

Kane bares his teeth, and they flash white inside his darkly silvered beard.

“Or what?” Kane snarls back. “By what right do you challenge me, Dog?” He speaks his challengers name in a voice dripping with disdain. “The omega is mine now. She belongs to me. She’s mine to punish as I see fit.”

Kane wrenches his arm free from Dog’s grip, but Dog positions his body to block me from any more blows.

“Ours,” Dog hisses in a low voice. “She belongs to all of us now, Kane.”

He sweeps his hand over the three marks that are still stinging on my skin like hot brands. Kane just stares at the marks, his face slowly twisting into a mask of rage.

“That’s right, Kane.” Dog continues. “Like it or not, we’re bound as a pack now. We are bound by our omega, and we all share in our responsibility to protect her.”

“Fuck!”

Kane whirls away with a roar that seems to rumble the very ground. He stalks off toward the ruined wall and throws his fist into it breaking loose a chunk of stone.

It’s only then that I realize how much he was holding back when he spanked me. He could have broken me if he had wanted.

“Fuck!”

He strikes the wall again and again, cracking the rockcrete and busting loose more chunks and shards of stone with each blow until his knuckles are bloody and raw.

At last, his anger spent, he stands with his back to us, shoulders working up and down with each contraction and expansion of his massive lungs. The rest of us just stare at him silently.

“Fine,” he grunts at last. “So be it. It is the way of the Source.”

He picks up his leather loincloth from the ground and fastens it at his hip, then he turns to face us again. The shadow of the wall cuts his bearded face into two halves, one dark and one light. His expression is placid, but his one sunlit eye is blazing with fury.