Page 86 of Ruined Omega

I have no choice. Even when I try to seal my lips, the desperate moans and whimpers escape through my nose instead.

Canaris fucks me, slow and deep.

His cock is so big. Over the past days of mating, my body has grown more accustomed to him, but it is still a tight fit. With each slow thrust, Canaris pushes deep, until his balls are pressed against my outer lips. Sometimes, instead of thrusting, he stirs his pole inside me, stretching me wider and rubbing places a simple thrust wouldn’t get.

“Oh God,” I moan softly. “Canaris, that feels so good. Don’t stop…”

“I won’t,” he purrs. “I’ll never stop.”

His frenulum piercing strokes perfectly across the tender place on my front wall, and before long, I feel that familiar tingle of impending pleasure welling in my deep places. My walls engorge with arousal, hugging even tighter around Canaris’s pumping shaft. Warm slick spills from my hole and trickles down my taint and my butt.

There are other people around. Even though it’s dark here, even though my Alphas are surrounding me, I know the others can see what Canaris is doing to me.

I should be so ashamed. Maybe I am a little. But the shame just fuels my excitement even more.

My hole is getting fucked and used for all to see.

I bite down hard on a whimper as a new sensation is added to the mix. Baen’s thick fingertips are touching my clit, rubbing and grinding it with the same rhythm of Canaris’s fucking. Gradually, they speed up the tempo, matching each other beat for beat.

The double attention, inside and out, is unbearable.

My arousal is growing, expanding inside me. Soon it will burst.

My eyes light on Tal. The dark Alpha is still hovering over me, needle and cork held in preparation.

“Okay, boy,” he says to Baen. “She’s nearly there…”

Baen nods. He leaves off his rubbing and instead pinches the thin cowl of elastic skin that covers my sensitive nub. He plucks it, stretching it out. Tal moves into position, needle on one side, cork on the other.

“Wait,” I try to gasp.

But there is no waiting. There is no holding back the intense orgasm that’s on its way.

Canaris grips my hips tightly. His hands are like a powerful vice. He holds my pelvis perfectly still as his cock slides in and out of me with wet, slippery sounds.

“I’m going to knot you,” he growls. “I’m going to knot your sweet little omega cunt.”

My climax is almost here. A hurricane of pleasure bearing down on me. My muscles shudder and twitch in anticipation.

But through it all, my pelvis and my pussy remain statue-still in Canaris’s clutches.

Baen holds my skin taut.

Tal is poised with his tools.

“Take it, omega,” Canaris’s breathes. “Take my knot.”

He swells inside me, stretching my walls and plugging my hole. His knot stimulates every inch of tissue inside my rim. His hard cock bucks and pulses. His hot load of cum coats my insides. I can actually feel it splashing against my cervix.

My pussy bears down. My climax explodes. Waves of pleasure ripple and roll through my naked, sweaty body as my muscles clench and release in rhythmic spasms of pleasure.

And at the instant of my orgasm, a sudden sting provides a counterpoint of exquisite pain.

My head cocks forward. I see the sharpened needle stuck through my skin. The tip is buried in the piece of cork.

A second wave of pleasure sweeps over me, and I toss my head back against Canaris’s shoulder, mewling and crying with pleasure and pain. Tears roll down my temples, and the Alpha licks them away with his coarse, canine tongue.

The pain disappears much more quickly than the pleasure does.