Page 48 of Desperate Omega

“Do you need more water?” Markus asks.

“No…” She grabs both young alphas by the cocks again and squeezes them hard. “More.”

“Don’t worry,” I tell her. “You’ll have those cocks inside you soon enough, omega. But we’re not quite finished preparing you yet. Brik, Markus, reach down there again and spread her lips for me.”

The two young alphas work together, each taking a side, and they open the omega’s labia for me, giving me a perfect view of her soft, pink center. Her wetness glistens in the shifting light from the fire. Her entrance beckons.

The scent is incredible.

I stroke her until my fingertip is moistened with her slick. Then I drive my finger into her as deep as it will go. The omega tosses her head back and grips the other two alphas’ cocks so hard her knuckles turn white.

“Oh Source!” she screams. “Thorus!”

I withdraw slightly, until I find that tender place on her front wall, then I stroke her there mercilessly until her tight channel begins to squeeze around me.

“Does that feel good, little one?”

“Yes!” she whines. “Thorus, it feels so good…”

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes! I want to come so bad.”

“Then do it. Come for me, Syra. Come like a good little omega.”

Her obedience pleases me. She comes long, and she comes hard, writhing and shuddering in her nest while the other two alphas kiss her breasts and suck on her nipples. I make her come until she begs me to stop, and then I make her come some more, just to make sure she understands who’s in charge here. This is my fucking cave, and she belongs to me now. Me and the other two alphas.

She is ours to toy with as we see fit. Ours to punish and to pleasure. Ours to dominate and to worship.

Ours to fuck.

When I finally slide my finger out of her, her eyes and her cunt are both weeping. She lies in her nest, mewling softly, seemingly unable to form a coherent sentence. She has been reduced to a quivering puddle of hot pleasure, and we haven’t even gotten started with her yet.

“Markus, more water.”

The alpha picks up the waterskin and empties the rest of it into the omega’s open mouth.

“Drink deep, little one,” I tell her.

She’s going to need it. She’s about to get fucked by three alphas, one after the other, and by the time we’re finished with her, she’s going to feel half dead from exhaustion.

“Brik.” I say. “You’re up first. Mount up and give this little omega your cock.”

“Yes, sir!”

I glance over at Markus. The young alpha is clearly unsettled. He and Brik did a good job of sharing the omega just now, but I can sense his jealousy flaring up again.

“Don’t think I’m playing favorites,” I tell him. “You’ve already had a chance to feel the grip of Syra’s sweet cunt this morning. It’s only fair that Brik should have her first now. You’ll have your chance to fuck her too, lad. More than once before it’s all said and done.”

He nods. “I understand. Whatever Syra needs. She’s the only thing that matters.”

Good lad. He may have broken the laws of the Tribe by abandoning his pack, but he is upholding the Golden Rule of the Zone. An omega’s needs come before all else. It is an alpha’s duty to protect his omega, to support her, and to fuck her hard and deep when she’s in the throes of her estrus.

A soft cry grabs my attention.

Brik is following my order and mounting the omega in her nest. He has already breached her entrance with her tip, and now he is slowly sinking his shaft into her, inch by throbbing inch. When he is all the way in, I place my hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

“Sir?” he asks, his voice quavering with pleasure.