Page 19 of Shared Omega

I have an idea to speed up the process a little.

“Is that the best you can do?” I shout.

I doubt these monsters can understand my taunt, but if I can make them even more agitated, maybe I can wear them out.

“Come and get me!” I call. “If you’re man enough, that is!”

While some of the Alphas continue testing the tree trunk, others let out desperate, almost painful groans. One of them falls to his knees, grunting and furiously jerking his massive, gnarled cock. Another of his companions follows suit, spitting onto his palm before jacking himself violently.

Their nostrils expand, and I realize they are drinking in my omega scent. That realization sends a tremor of disgust up my spine.

With a loud grunt, one of the Alphas unloads, spewing his seed in a series of long white ropes until at last he flops onto his back in exhaustion, his cock drooling a few final spurts onto his scarred stomach. Before long, the other one ejaculates as well.

Gross.

But at least my plan seems to be working. I persist.

“What’s the matter?” I shout to the other three confused and enraged Alphas. “Don’t you want this omega pussy?”

I wriggle my body seductively, taking care not to lose my balance.

Two more Alphas give in, tugging at their dicks so hard it looks like they are trying to rip them off.

The remaining Alpha—the biggest and ugliest one—just stands there glaring at me, his face darkening with a look that is a mixture of hatred and lust.

“What’s the matter?” I shout, trying to disguise the tremor of fear in my voice, “Don’t you want a piece of this, big boy?”

I wiggle my butt on my perch. Being seductive has never been my strong suit, exactly. And playing it up for these repulsive creatures is even worse. But if I can just get this fugly bastard to give in to his urges and wank, maybe the whole pack will slink off and leave me be.

But the biggest Alpha doesn’t give in. He doesn’t slink off.

With a heart-stopping roar, he leaps high into the air. The claws of his fingers and toes grip the tree trunk briefly, but instead of trying to climb, as before, he leaps again with a sudden, violent exertion of his entire body and manages to catch the lowest branch.

“Oh shit,” I breathe.

As his dazed pack mates watch from below, the Alpha drags himself up onto his branch. There is a splintering crack as the limb gives way beneath his weight, but not before he leaps again, grabbing onto another branch farther up the trunk.

No. This can’t be happening.

The other Alphas below begin hooting and howling, cheering the climber on. Like an awful, hairless ape, the thing clambers toward me, leaping from one branch to the next.

I squeeze my thighs tightly around my branch, hook my ankles, and switch my knife to my left hand. Then I draw my pistol.

“Come and get it,” I snarl, aiming my gun at the beast.

This time, there is no hint of seduction in my voice. If this freak wants my body, he’s going to have to fight for it.

I fire a three shot burst.

The Alpha leaps away with frightening quickness, and the shots miss, sending up three explosions of splinters as the bullets bite into the branch where the Alpha was just crouching.

I aim and fire again and again.

Impossibly, the Alpha dodges each shot. His movements are lightning fast, and too erratic to predict. By pure luck, one shot connects with his shoulder, sending up a red mist of blood.

The creature merely grunts and continues his ascent.

At least now, he’s close enough to present a pretty big target.