Page 49 of Shared Omega

Dog and Truk pause at the edge of the rain, two half-naked, heavily muscled brutes back-lit by the crackling campfire. I feel their eyes roving over my body like physical caresses. I sense their arousal straining at their shorts and loincloth. I smell the animal musk of their rut.

They want me, and that just turns me on even more. We’re caught in a vicious cycle of mutual arousal, all three of us getting hornier with each passing second.

“Dog…Truk…”

I look at the Alphas in turn, so different and yet so similar in their masculine dominance.

“Don’t fight over me.” My voice is weak; I feel faint with lust. “I need you. I need both of you.”

My hand touches the wet fabric stuck to my breasts and stinging nipples.

“I need you here.”

The fingers of my other hand pet the wet crotch of my tattered shorts, rubbing the tender, swollen sex beneath.

“And here.” My low voice mingles with the whispering rain.

The Alphas step forward, and the rain splashes off their broad shoulders. They press themselves against me, one on each side, and even just the touch of their skin against my body sends shivering waves of pleasure through me.

My legs wobble. I start to collapse. But the Alphas catch me, holding me upright between them.

“Need,” I whisper, unable to even make sentences anymore. “Need…”

“Okay,” Dog purrs. “We’ll do this together.”

He claims my mouth in a slow deep kiss that leaves me gasping. Then he turns me around and the next moment Truk’s lips are pressed to mine and his tongue is slipping inside, rolling against my own as I moan into his mouth.

They turn me like that, again and again, sharing my lips and my mouth in a dizzy dance of hot kisses.

Their hands begin to move over my body, clutching my hips, squeezing my breasts, pinching and rolling my erect nipples through the wet fabric.

I don’t resist. I simply can’t.

“Source, you taste good little one,” Truk purrs before lapping and sucking my neck.

The double attention is too much to handle. Two mouths kissing and nipping at my throat, my ears, my lips. Four rough, strong hands groping my needy body as I spin round and round in the splashing rain.

I surrender completely.

Someone’s fingers, I’m not even sure whose, slide between my thighs and stroke my sex through the fabric of my shorts. Other hands clutch my ass, kneading my cheeks and digging into my cleft.

“God, your scent,” Dog growls. “It’s so delicious.”

“I need to smell more,” Truk pants. “Let’s get these clothes off of you, little one.”

Massive hands clutch my wrists, raising my weak and helpless arms over my head. Thick, blunt fingers curl beneath the hem of my shirt, peeling the wet cloth up my body until it comes off. My naked breasts bounce free, sprinkled by the falling rain, nipples hard and screaming to be sucked.

Truk obliges them. He dips his head, suckling my erect nubs deep into his mouth and strumming them with his tongue tip.

Meanwhile, behind me, Dog drags my shorts down my quivering thighs, leaving me naked except for my white cotton thong panties. The rain mixes with my arousal fluid, running down my legs, and Dog laps it up, working his tongue up my inner thighs, moving closer and closer to my need.

I gasp as his hands peel my cheeks apart and he wedges his face into my recess, inhaling lustily, breathing in the scent from between my legs like a…well, like a dog.

“So fucking delicious.”

His voice is muffled. The breath and vibration of his words tickles me. I squirm even more, and feel more of that hot slick fluid flushing from my hole, making Dog groan even more loudly that before.

It’s so shameful, so wrong.