Page 37 of A Murderous Omega

Lark moaned and lifted herself before slamming herself back down on his cock.

I smeared my fingers through the blood on her back, then cupped her tits, letting Emile suck my fingers clean as I plucked at her, each whine and gasp from our sweet omega driving me wild.

Emile gasped as she took him deep, her swollen pussy swallowing the hard knot of flesh at the bottom of his cock, then cried out in pain as it lodged behind her pelvic bone. They climaxed together, gasping and shivering as pleasure overcame them.

Lark dropped down on him, chest to chest, sobbing, babbling incoherently as he twitched his pelvis, drawing out her orgasm with his knot the way only an alpha could.

I drew my finger through her slick and slid it into her tight back hole. She stiffened, then melted against Emile as I stretched her, dropping gentle kisses up and down the cuts on her back as I scissored my fingers inside her gorgeous round ass. She couldn’t move, couldn’t escape while she was locked onto Emile, and goddess, if that wasn’t the sexiest fucking thing in the world.

I wouldn’t knot her, not like this, but I would fill her, give her the pleasure that two alphas could bring her, until Emile’s knot subsided.

“Conor,” she begged. “I need you, too.”

My heart melted to hear the words, to know that as mindless as she might be as an omega in heat, she wanted me, not just an alpha’s knot.

“Please,” she said, tears streaming down her face.

I positioned myself at her entrance, then carefully breached the tight ring of muscle, moaning at how good she felt wrapped around my cock, with Emile’s knot filling her pussy as she clenched around him, around us.

“Fuck, baby.”

Slowly, I pumped in and out, smearing her skin with blood, fucking her hard as she cried out in pleasure, Emile’s knot pressing against me as I jostled her over it.

Emile’s arms curled around her, holding her tight to his chest, whispering soft praise as I found my rhythm. When her hips shoved back to meet mine, I sped up, fucking her harder and harder until she took every inch of me like the good little omega she was, crying and mewling and writhing as I pounded into her.

We both exploded with pleasure, bliss shattering through me like shrapnel as she squeezed my cock, and I collapsed over her, catching myself with my arms before I crushed her.

Carefully, Emile turned their bodies so we could hold her on our sides between us, his knot still stuck inside of her, still sending aftershocks of pleasure through our omega with every twitch and movement.

“Beautiful omeg— Lark. Gorgeous Lark. Perfect Lark,” Emile murmured, stroking her hair as she cried against his chest. “So generous and sweet, made so perfectly for us.”

Her breathing slowed, soft and sweet, and I exchanged a long look with my lover.

“She’s going to be insatiable when she wakes up.” I kissed her shoulder and pressed closer, throwing one leg over hers and draping my fingers over Emile’s waist.

“Good thing there’s nothing I want more than to spend the rest of our lives satisfying our sweet serial killer, then.”

“Good fuckin’ thing.”

16

LARK

My alphas were idiots. I looked fondly over my shoulder into the bedroom where they lay curled up together, seeking the comfort of each other’s arms. They kept their paralytics in their medicine cabinet where anyone could find them.

Where an omega coming back to lucidity after the haze of her heat could find them.

Where I could find them.

Carefully, I filled two syringes, flicking each one to release the air bubbles.

If I didn’t leave now, I would fall in love.

No. Lying to myself never helped. If I didn’t leave now, I’d have to admit that I’d fallen in love with them the first time they captured me, that I hadn’t passed a single moment without obsessing over them during our months apart, and that leaving now was breaking my heart. I’d have to admit that I wasn’t the type of omega they deserved—a sweet, biddable omega suitable for breeding and keeping house. I’d have to face the fact that my womb was broken.

And I couldn’t.

Not now. Not ever.