Page 15 of Marked Omega

CHAPTER 7: LILY

While the younger guy with the long dark hair, the one named Kadmon, holds my upper body against his lap, the other guy, Hasker takes hold of my legs.

Not guys, I remind myself. Alphas.

They may look like humans on the outside, but inside they are beasts.

Then again, I was just growling at them. I’m a beast now too, whether I like it or not.

Hasker begins to spread my legs apart, revealing the growing stain at the crotch of my panties.

“No,” I shout. “Stop, we shouldn’t do this!”

“You’re in heat,” he growls.

His accent is guttural. Nearly incomprehensible. His people have been separated from the civilized world for so long that their dialect has diverged from standard speech, but I can understand him if I focus.

The thing is, focusing is not easy to do when these two brutes are putting their hands all over my skin.

And Hasker is right, I am in heat. My body sings wherever these men touch my flesh. My nipples tighten and ache with raw need as I remember the way the other Alpha, the one named Addom, sucked on them earlier. My sex pulses inside my shamefully wet panties, begging to be filled.

Even the long chain that is still bound to my wrists excites me. My skin tingles at the feeling of the smooth, cool iron links pulling across my tummy as I writhe against my captors.

This is wrong. This is so fucking wrong.

God, some nihiloxin would come in handy right about now. Something to help me detach from the situation. No such luck though. My tablets got left behind in my satchel in the transport vehicle. I’m going to have to go into this with my eyes wide open. I’m going to experience every touch, every smell.

“Don’t fight,” Kadmon says behind me.

I tilt my head back to look up into his face. He is clearly the youngest of the three. His skin is less scarred, and his face, while decidedly masculine, has slightly more delicate features than his companions. If I were to guess, I would say he is around the same age as me, if not even younger.

Hasker, on the other hand, is very different. He is the most sturdily built. His squarish head is shaved and covered with battle scars. Even the piercing in his eyebrow is thicker and more brutal looking than the others. There is nothing delicate about Hasker.

And there is nothing delicate about the way he suddenly tears away my panties, ripping the fabric in two and leaving me totally exposed down below.

“Wait!” I gasp. “Don’t look!”

I clamp my knees together, but it’s no use. The Alpha is inhumanly strong, and he easily pries my legs apart, spreading them until the tendons of my inner thighs ache from stretching.

He can see all of me. And he can see how desperately my body needs to be touched.

“By the Source, that’s one sweet little cunt,” He groans as something long and hard bucks beneath his fur loincloth.

Before today, the only people to see me naked were a few female doctors. All work and no play has meant pretty much no love life for me. But now I am totally exposed and open in front of a male. An Alpha male. He can see everything—not just the cleft of my outer lips, but my wet pink inner frills as well. He can even see my hungry hole, aching to be shamefully filled by his hard, hot flesh and drenched in his potent semen.

Now I’m completely naked and at the mercy of these two rough Alphas. Well, not completely naked, I remind myself as I feel the cold steel bound around my wrists. Somehow that just makes this even dirtier.

I gasp on an inhale as Hasker’s rough, calloused hands slide down my moist thighs until they reach my center.

“Her cunt is practically weeping,” Hasker grunts, and he slides his thumb between my wet folds.

“Please,” I moan as he rubs me. “Oh god, please…”

I toss my head back and forth in Kadmon’s lap as his companion continues to stroke me. Hasker swipes some of my wetness onto my stiff nubbin before rolling it beneath the pad of his thumb.

“Fuck, she’s sensitive,” Hasker rasps.

“I don’t need the commentary,” Kadmon replies softly.