Page 73 of Ruined Omega

I flop back against Tal’s hard chest, exhausted, filthy, and filled with the seed of three brutal, jealous Alphas. I should be utterly ashamed, but instead I feel more satiated, more fulfilled, than I have ever felt before.

All around us, the audience of Farlanders is roaring with excitement.

Baen and Canaris lumber forward, their hard cocks still dripping with cum. Beneath me, Tal’s ribcage rises and falls, lifting my body with each ragged, panting breath.

A growl rolls from deep within those powerful lungs.

It’s not like any sound I’ve heard him make before.

“Tal?” I whimper.

Now I notice Baen and Canaris are growling too, their voices joining with Tal’s in a predatory three-part harmony. It’s like they are in some kind of weird, animal trance.

Tal’s fingers lace through my hair, pulling my head to one side. His fangs graze my bare skin.

I realize too late what is happening.

Their instincts have taken over.

They’re going to mark me.

Tal chomps down on the place where my neck curves into my shoulder. His razor sharp canines puncture my flash. A searing, venomous pain courses through my bitten skin. I cry out.

As soon as Tal releases his bite, Baen falls upon me, placing his mark beside his pack master’s. Last, Canaris completes the process.

CHAPTER 25: TALIESIN

By the Source, what have I done…

On top of me, the mewling omega writhes her sweaty, muddy body. Gradually, my knot abates, and my cock slides out of her hole. Her cunt, no longer stoppered by my hard knot, releases a flood of sticky fluid. A churned mixture of our combined pleasure. It cascades over my throbbing balls and soaks into the mud below.

My eyes fall on the mark my teeth left on her flesh.

What have I done?

No…

What have we done?

For my mark is bracketed by two others. Baen’s and Canaris’s. Now, for better or for worse, we are bound.

We are a pack.

As gently as I can, I slide Hines off my body and place her lightly into the mud. Beside her, Canaris drops to his knees. All the bestial fury has drained from his eyes. It has been replaced by concern.

“Hines,” he groans. “Hines, are you okay?”

His hand slides between her smudged breasts. His palm settles over her heart. Hine’s nods mutely. Her mouth is bucked open slightly, her lips glazed with Canaris’s semen. The lids of her eyes are pulled low, and she gives us a sultry look.

“More,” she begs. “I need more…”

Her frail voice is drunk with lust. Baen is kneeling behind her, cradling her head. She reaches back and begins stroking his still-hard cock. She cranes her neck, straining to put her mouth on it.

Source! The rough fucking we three Alphas have given her might have killed an ordinary female. But Hines is begging for more. Her thirst is desperate, intense.

“Fuck,” Canaris growls. His expression transitions from concern to raw amazement. “Her heat is so strong. So deep. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

He’s right. Hines’s heat is deeper than any I’ve ever witnessed. It permeates the air within our cage and swells my cock with renewed arousal. My mouth waters. My tongue yearns to jam itself inside her cunt again and taste our combined pleasure, which is still drooling from her used hole.