Page 94 of Desperate Omega

My necklace.

Thorus lifts the pendant and inspects it.

“What is this?” he asks.

“My fathers gave it to me,” I tell him. “It was my mother’s before she died. She wore it through her navel, for fertility.”

“And tomorrow, you shall wear it through yours,” Thorus says. “I will perform the piercing myself. May the power of the Source make your womb a fertile place to accept my seed and the seed of my brethren. We three shall breed you day and night, Syra. We shall not rest until your belly is big and round with our offspring growing inside it.”

Beside me, Markus and Brik both rumble in agreement with their pack master’s proclamation, and my insides go all quivery and ticklish.

“I want that,” I whisper.

I want it more badly than I’ve ever wanted anything in my whole life. I want the alphas to impregnate me. I want to bear their young. I want to be the mother of their babies.

“Good,” Thorus says. “We’ll begin shortly. There is just one thing we must do first…”

He takes me by the shoulders and slowly turns my body, as if showing me off to the crowd of watching eyes.

“Brothers and sisters,” Thorus roars. “I have come with my pack brothers Brik and Markus to claim this omega before the eyes of the Tribe. To bind her spirit to ours and increase our numbers with the seed of our loins. Do you accept our offering and grant us this claim?”

The crowd explodes into cheers.

“You are a hero,” Thorus whispers behind me. “The proud omega huntress. They love you.”

“I don’t need them to love me,” I say. “Only you.”

“We love you,” he purrs, understanding that my you was plural.

He slowly guides me around the perimeter of the circle, presenting me to the cheering crowd, then he turns me so that I am facing the center of the dais, facing the two younger alphas who are standing there waiting. They have both removed their loincloths, and their hard cocks are jutting proudly. Hot arousal shivers through my body.

Behind me, Thorus speaks.

“Markus, Brik… as your pack master, I command you to prepare this female for breeding.”

He pushes me toward them, and they take me in their arms, pressing into me from both sides, rubbing their naked bodies against my own. They kiss me on the sides of my neck where they marked me. They fondle my breasts. I reach down and touch their hard erections. I stroke them. Their precum stains my fingers.

As if by some unspoken signal, they both start to lower themselves, gradually kissing their way down my body. In front, Brik kisses my breasts, my belly, my lower abdomen, my thighs. Behind me, Markus works his way down my spine. He kisses the dimples on either side of my tailbone. He kisses the mounds of my buttocks.

Thorus circles us, watching.

“That’s it,” he says. “Prepare the omega well. I want her dripping before I put my cock inside her.”

The truth is, I already am dripping wet, but the alphas seem intent on making wetter still.

Kneeling in front of me, Brik jams his face against my crotch and licks my folds, lapping up the warm slick that is leaking out of me in such abundance. Behind me, Markus spreads my ass and tongues my rear hole. They both growl as they feast on me, and I stand between them moaning, my hands atop their heads for balance.

Thorus continues to circle and watch.

He unfastens his loincloth and lets it fall to the floor. His long, thick penis swings free, and his laddered piercings glimmer in the candlelight. He wraps his fingers around his shaft and begins to stroke himself.

His eyes are on my face, studying my reactions.

“Do you like that?” he asks. “Does it feel good to have your alpha mates worshiping you with their tongues?”

“Yes,” I answer. “It feels so good.”

“Do you wish to come, little one?”