Page 66 of Shared Omega

To be broken.

To be ruined.

To be stained with Alpha seed inside and out.

And that’s exactly what my body is going to get. But it’s not going to be easy. It’s not going to be gentle. Ever since my body started changing, Dog’s instinct has been to fuck me and breed me. He’s held back because of his conditioning and his commitment to the mission.

But he’s not holding back anymore.

I toss my head back against Kane’s thick shoulder and cry out as Dog ravages my tender body. His strong hands squeeze and knead my flesh. He pinches my erect nipples between the pads of his fingers, bringing my pleasure right up to the precipice of pain.

“Oh God,” I scream over and over again. It’s as if I can’t form any other sentence. My mind is overloaded with sensory stimuli.

“Sloane,” Dog growls against my throat. It’s not that soft, soothing purr from before. It’s the sound of a starving predator devouring its prey. “Omega…”

His mouth works over my throat, sucking my hot flesh so hard I’d swear he’s trying to draw blood. Each rough kiss lingers with a scalding pain. He nips at me. His sharp fangs graze my neck and clip the lobes of my ears.

“Mark me,” I gasp between heaving breaths. “Mark me, Dog…”

But he’s not ready to mark me just yet.

His hips are nestled tightly between my spread thighs, and his long, throbbing erection is gliding along my vulva, smearing the mixture of semen and arousal fluid that is oozing out of me.

Dog’s head nudges against my opening. There is a pressure as he starts to push.

“Wait,” I pant as I realize what’s about to happen. “I can’t. You’re too big.”

His girthy cock is definitely going to split me in two.

“Dog, stand…”

But I don’t finish. I don’t complete the command. Something inside makes me hold my tongue.

Dog thrusts into me hard, sheathing his massive pole balls-deep inside me.

“Oh fuck!” My shout bounces off the ruined walls around us.

The tendons of my inner pelvis strain to accommodate his girth. The blunt club of his head presses against my back wall. I whine at the way he is stretching my hole. I can’t believe it. He’s inside me—all the way inside me.

Underneath, Kane steadies me with his hands. He purrs at my ear, and the sound melts the tension from my body.

The load that Kane spurted inside just a minute ago, along with the other doses Dog and Truk gave me in the previous days, have changed my body, allowing my entrance to do the impossible and accept Dog’s thick penis.

“Good omega,” Dog rumbles on top of me.

Dog starts to move inside of me, fucking me with his hard dick. His thrusts are lubricated with a mixture of Kane’s load churned with my own thick cervical fluid, and his cock glides easily, despite the tightness of my channel.

This is really happening.

I’m getting fucked.

And I’m getting fucked hard.

My naked, sweat-slick body jolts on top of Kane’s muscular torso as Dog slams into me again and again, using his cock like a battering ram. Those rough impacts break down an invisible dam inside me, and when it crumbles, a flood of intense pleasure courses through my body.

“Yes,” I scream. “Oh fuck yes!”

I scream so loud and long I’m sure the Alphas in the city can hear me, but I don’t give a fuck. I know that all of this is being recorded on my neural chip so those voyeuristic scientists can spy on our activities, but I don’t care about that either.