Page 17 of Marked Omega

And Hasker already knows. His thick fingers are sliding again between the petals of my inner lips to tease at my opening.

“Touch me,” I beg, my voice dripping with need, “Touch me inside.”

Both Alphas growl approvingly. Kadmon’s left hand never stops roving over my skin, squeezing my breasts and pinching the stiff, pink peaks of my nipples. His left hand caresses my face. His fingers circle my lips while Hasker’s fingers circle my opening below.

“Oh fuck!” I blurt as Hasker pushes one fingertip inside me. But I’m immediately silenced as Kadmon slips one of his own fingers into my mouth. I instinctively begin sucking him submissively as I gaze up into his midnight blue eyes.

Hasker turns his fingertip in my pussy, rubbing it around the rim of my tight hole and stretching me a little wider. He slides his finger deeper, and I feel him stroking and tickling my soft, wet inner tissue.

It’s beyond sinful. To be touched by a man is one thing. But to have two of them inside me, one above and one below. It’s completely beyond the pale.

And it’s exactly what my body needs.

My eyes flick back and forth between rough, angry Hasker, who is fingering my hitherto untouched pussy, and Kadmon, who is fucking my lips with his finger.

I whine and mewl while Hasker continues fucking me with his finger. He pushes another finger inside me, spreading them like a V to stretch my opening wider still.

“She’s so fucking tight,” he growls.

“She’ll need a lot of work, this little one,” Kadmon muses.

I have a sudden intuition that these talented Alphas are training me. Preparing me. Breaking me in to be penetrated and stretched in ways that my virgin flesh is not yet ready to handle.

My lips make a satisfying smack as Kadmon slides his finger out of my mouth. He dips his head, and his silky black hair drapes and sweeps over my face and neck. His mouth meets mine in a kiss. The hard metal of his piercing stimulates my tender, sensitive lips.

At the same time, between my legs, savage Hasker gives me a different kind of kiss. With his two fingers buried deep, his surprisingly soft lips brush against my clit. He kisses me there, sucking my bud into his mouth to bite it softly and strum it with the tip of his tongue.

I moan and sob with ecstasy, but the sounds are lost into Kadmon’s mouth.

His tongue enters me. It rolls against my own, curling against it, soft and raspy. The slip of his wet lips melts me, and his hard steel piercing excites me.

The double attention of these two men is unbearable. Another intense climax is welling in my core, and I realize what I felt before was only a prelude. The oncoming orgasm looms and swells like a tidal wave.

Part of me wants to cry out for them to stop. I’m afraid my body won’t be able to survive what’s coming.

But Kadmon’s lips are clamped tightly over mine, stifling any cries as Hasker continues torturing me inside and out with his wicked tongue and fingers.

My channel swells around him, clenching on his digits like a vice. But Hasker is too strong for my pussy. He forces a third finger into me, scooping at my front wall until my orgasm finally erupts, gushing him with my nectar.

My toes curl and contort. My nails dig into the meat of Kadmon’s thighs, breaking the skin.

He pulls his mouth away from mine, our lips bridged by silver threads of wetness. I drink the air in great sobbing gasps. His strong arms bind my convulsing body as my climax rumbles through me like a thunderstorm. Lightning fills my vision.

I beg for Hasker to stop. It’s more pleasure than I can handle. More pleasure than I ever thought possible.

But he shows me no mercy. He continues working my pussy over, tearing and sucking one orgasm after another from between my slick and quivering thighs. The climaxes roll over me like waves, tumbling me in a churning surf of pure bliss until at last my slack and helpless body washes up on a shore of emptiness and exhaustion.

I lie limp in Kadmon’s lap, the cold metal chain draped across my twitching midsection. I want nothing. I need nothing. Hasker has wrung every last drop from me and then some.

They have broken me.

***

Kadmon pats my cheek, rousing me from my daze. I stare blankly into his handsome face.

He and Hasker pass some words in their thick brogue that I cannot understand. They are making no effort to speak clearly for me, and I’m in no shape to concentrate. God, they pleasured me right to death’s door.

Hasker rises with a grunt like a workman rising from his labor and strides toward the entrance of the cavern, his bulky body blocking out the sunlight, head ducking the chunky stalactites of the stony ceiling.