Page 53 of Ruined Omega

I rub myself even more deeply, stimulating my half-erect clit through the thin lace. I rub in circles and I rub with an aggressive sawing motion, but nothing seems to work. A ball of arousal builds inside, but it won’t break—won’t release. There’s too much going on for me to concentrate.

“Enough,” Tal grunts at my ear.

His massive hand swats my much tinier hand away from my crotch, and he cups me there, the warmth of his palm penetrating my underwear and igniting my sensitive places with desire. My body wants it so badly, but my brain knows that it’s wrong.

He’s an Alpha.

A beast.

I try to squeeze my thighs shut against him, but it’s already too late. Tal’s hand is already in place. He’s touching me there. Touching my most private area. Only the thinnest strip of fabric separates his skin from mine.

My channel floods with arousal. Hot moisture blossoms beneath his touch.

“Taliesin,” I gasp.

He rubs me roughly. There’s nothing soft or gentle about it. His brutal fingers demand my release.

When it doesn’t come immediately, he spanks my pussy, once, twice, jolting my clitoris awake.

I start to squeal in shock at the rough treatment, but his other meaty palm clamps over my mouth, stifling my cries.

“Come for me,” he purrs. “Surrender to your release.”

The gentle rolling purr of his voice is in stark contrast to the violence of his fingers. He spanks my pussy again. Rubs. Spanks. Rubs. After several repetitions, my poor clitoris is so ripe and swollen with arousal it feels as if it will pop like a juicy grape.

I whine into his hand. I want to struggle against him, but my traitorous body disobeys, melting against Tal’s hard muscles behind me.

“Come,” he breathes.

His technique softens. His fingers slide to the top of my panties. His fingertips wriggle beneath the elastic. They push downward, parting the curls of my pubic hair, delving lower until they find the ridge of flesh above my nerve bud.

I gasp into his hand and squeeze my thighs together as hard as I can.

“Spread your legs,” Tal commands softly into my ear.

I speak a muffled, indecipherable refusal into his palm. For once, my body obeys my wishes, and my legs stay clamp shut.

But for how long?

“Defiant,” Tal purrs, with a hint of amusement in his voice. Then to Baen he whispers, “spread her legs, boy. Spread them wide.”

My struggles are useless. Baen’s powerful young Alpha hands easily pry my knees apart and splay my legs so wide that the tendons of my inner thighs ache from the deep stretch.

Obstacle removed, Tal’s rough fingers slide deeper inside my panties. I whimper nervously.

His fingertips delve deep, separating my wet, fleshy petals and stroking the sensitive exterior of my hole. He gathers my arousal fluid and swipes it over my throbbing clit, sending tingles of irresistible pleasure tingling through my belly and down my open thighs.

I mewl and whine softly against Tal’s hand.

Lightning flashes again, and I catch a glimpse of Baen, crouching between my legs like a horny gargoyle, pierced nostrils flared wide as he drinks in my scent.

“It’s not working,” he whispers. “You’re just making her scent stronger.”

“Well don’t just sit there, boy. Clean her. Lick her. Drink her arousal.”

In the darkness, Baen growls with satisfaction, and positions myself so his face is between my legs. I gulp and shudder as his warm breath tickles the wet skin of my inner thighs and warms my already hot center. And through it all, the pads of Tal’s fingers never stop circling and strumming my bud.

“Fuck she smells so good,” Baen purrs.