Page 97 of Desperate Omega

“I love it too,” I murmur. “Will you come inside me, Markus? I want you to do it. I want you to make a baby inside me.”

“We shall give you many babies, Syra. As many as you desire.”

He begins to thrust harder and faster on top of me. He grunts and growls like a wild beast. I reach down and touch the flexing muscles of his ass. The crowd in the shadows roars and cheers as he pumps me.

I almost feel like cheering too. I have two alphas that I love buried deep inside me, their cocks firm with a desire they feel for me alone.

But there is one more thing I still need.

One more alpha.

“Brik?”

“I am here, Syra.”

I tilt my head back and find him standing over me, his eyes gleaming in the candlelight, his hard dick in his hand.

“I need you,” I cry. “I need you inside me. I need all three of you inside me at the same time.”

Brik flashes that cocky smirk that never fails to make me burn for him.

“And you shall have it, my needy little omega. Our cocks are yours to command.”

Moving in tandem, Thorus and Markus carefully roll over, keeping my body trapped between them. When they finally finish turning, Markus is the one lying on his back in the center of the ring, and I am straddling him, riding his cock the way I did that morning in the mausoleum.

The difference is, this time, we are not alone.

Instead of being surrounded by dead bodies, we are surrounded by a crowd of living, breathing alphas and omegas. Some of them are breeding. All of them are watching.

And I have another alpha inside me, his hard pierced cock impaling me from behind.

All of it feels incredible—the sharing, the watching, the warm candlelight on my bare skin.

My pleasure is almost complete.

Almost.

Brik is standing in front of me, still every bit as naked and aroused as he was when I looked at him a moment ago. He steps forward, straddling Markus’s body with his feet, and he bends his knees until his pelvis is level with my face. He brushes the tip of his penis against my mouth, staining my lips with his sticky precum. Instinctively, my tongue darts out to lick him. The flavor is warm and salty.

“Open wide,” Thorus says behind me. “Open wide for your alpha.”

I open, and Brik enters. His cock breaches my lips, and his hard shaft slides warm and heavy across my tongue. He places his hands on the sides of my head and begins to thrust, slow and steady, mating with my mouth the way his two pack brothers are mating with the other parts of my body.

I keep my eyes open and stare up at Brik as he uses me for his pleasure. I want to be good for him. I want to be his good little omega.

Even when the tears come, I keep my eyes open.

With his thumbs, Brik brushes away the wetness from my cheeks. He purrs, and I can feel the sound rumbling down the length of his shaft and deep into my throat.

“Source, you feel so good,” he groans. “Is this better, Syra? Is this what you wanted?”

I moan in confirmation.

And I surrender myself to the sharing.

After a while, it becomes difficult to discern where I end and my alphas begin. It’s as if our bodies have joined into one thing. One writhing mass of tangled limbs and slippery skin. I lose track of how many times I come before my mates finally pump me full of their seed.

Markus was the first to knot me that morning in the mausoleum, and he is the first again tonight. His gland swells inside me, locking our bodies together. His tip is nestled against the back wall of my vagina, and when he comes, it feels like he is coming directly into my womb.