Page 76 of Ruined Omega

The mating went on all day long.

The Alphas fucked me relentlessly. They shared my body, sometimes taking turns and sometimes using me in tandem for their pleasure.

Their pleasure and mine.

Heat blossoms beneath my skin as I recall how I begged them for it. How I pleaded with them to fill me again and again until my every hole was filled and dripping with their hot seed.

Shameful. Utterly shameful…

Tink tink tink. Pssssst.

There is that sound again. I was so lost in my thoughts that I nearly forgot. Now, my curiosity renewed, I swivel my head to search for its source.

First, my eyes find the Farlanders who have been set to guard us during they night. There are two of them, both slumped on the ground and snoring, fast asleep.

Next I see Tal and Canaris. They are at the edge of the cage. The bulging musculature of their backs are limned with starlight. Canaris moves low, digging in the mud, shaking his head, trying another spot. Tal is nearby, standing upright, his hands searching along the bars, checking for any weakness. Even now, my mouth waters at the sight of his perfect, muscular butt.

They are searching for a means of escape while the guards are asleep.

But that is not the source of the sound…

Tink tink tink. Psst.

I shift my head the other way and bite back a sudden gasp of surprise. A small dark figure is crouching just outside the cage. A shadow, tapping at the bars and beckoning. I cannot make out any features except a pair of eyes that flash amber like a cat’s.

“Pssst.” The shadow beckons again.

I turn back to Tal and Canaris. They are so focused on their task that they don’t hear. And Baen, meanwhile, is fast asleep.

Briefly, I consider calling out, but I decide against it. I don’t want to wake the guards. Instead, with a bit of maneuvering, and with the help of the slippery mud, I manage to wriggle myself out from underneath Baen’s dead weight.

I crawl cautiously to the edge of the cage on my hands and knees.

Now I can make out some details of the shadowy figure. A small, narrow body. Wild, matted hair. And the scent. There is no mistaking it…

She is an omega, just like me.

“Help you,” she whispers in a small, thin voice.

A gasp of surprise catches in my throat. I press my palm over my mouth to keep from shouting.

It’s her. It’s the young, feral omega that Baen and Tal rescued from the Farlanders.

I draw close and grip the bars of the cage.

“How did you find us?” I whisper.

There is a brief silence before the omega answers.

“Help you.”

All right then…Now is not the time or place to worry about how she found us anyway. We need to get the hell out of here, and right now, the omega is our only hope.

I start as two massive forms appear beside me, but I immediately relax, realizing it is just Tal and Canaris. They have finally noticed us over here, and they have come to see what is going on. I sense a third presence behind me, warm breath stirring the hairs of my neck, and I know it must be Baen.

“The omega?” Tal whispers. “How did she find us?”

“Help you,” the omega says a third time.