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And I continue jacking furiously, pumping jet after jet of hot cum into her hole.

“Mark me,” the omega moans again and again like a mantra. “Mark me, Kane, mark me…”

A feeling of lust more intense than anything I’ve experienced surges over me. The world around me swirls into oblivion.

I am deaf.

I am blind.

I am dead.

When my senses finally return, everything is in commotion. The Alphas are snarling. The omega is making a sound that could be crying. She is upright now, the supple curvature of her spine pressed against my front.

And as for me, I’m not making any sound at all.

My teeth are clamped on the gentle slope where the omega’s neck meets her shoulder. My sharp canine fangs have punctured her skin. The coppery tang of blood warms my tongue.

With a grunt, I pull back and stare in horror at the mark I have made on her flesh.

What have I done?

I have marked her.

I have marked an Outsider.

Source forgive me.

Down below, my cock spurts a few residual ropes onto the grass as my balls finally deplete themselves of their payload. The muscles of my legs feel numb and weak. I topple backward onto the ground, gripping the omega, dragging her back with me so that she ends up sprawled supine on top of me.

“Dog!” she pants. “Now!”

Just as I thought. Their plan all along was to weaken me so they could attack. I only have myself to blame for this.

As the Farlander looks on, Dog leaps forward with a snarl, and my sluggish muscles try to tense up in anticipation of his attack.

But it’s not me that takes the brunt of his aggression.

It’s the omega.

CHAPTER 20: SLOANE

Dog throws himself on top of me with a vicious snarl, and I wonder exactly what I have unleashed.

His mouth and hands seem to be everywhere at once—my mouth, my neck, my breasts and between my legs where my hole is running with the seed of the other Alpha warrior whom I’m sprawled on top of like a hard, living mattress.

Kane groans beneath me, listless from his expenditure. Dog, on the other hand, is taking me in a whirlwind of furious lust, and he’s holding nothing back.

His animalistic aggression frightens me, and those two words, “stand down,” are hovering on the tip of my tongue.

But I choke them back.

This needs to be done. It is all part of my plan, and now that we’ve started, it’s necessary to see it through. Kane’s mark burns like fire on my shoulder. Before we’re through here, two more marks will be added to my flesh.

But that’s just a justification.

The truth is, I need this.

I need this more than I’ve ever needed anything. My body is crying out to be claimed and marked by all three of these Alphas. Every cell and molecule of my being is screaming to be shared and used roughly.