Page 27 of Desperate Omega

“Markus!” I shout. “They’ve got my spear!”

“Just hold on.”

Markus keeps turning and slashing with his knife, but it doesn’t sound like he is able to land any more blows, and without my spear to keep the Farlanders at bay, several of them are able to rush in and take him from behind. I try to kick them away, but it doesn’t work.

“Separate them!” one of the Farlanders roars.

He is bigger than the others, and he has rows of rusted nails embedded in his bald scalp like a metal mohawk. He must be the leader of this gang, because the others do what he says and start prying me and Markus apart.

It takes five of them to get Markus’s arms under control, and even then he manages to headbutt one of them, crushing the Farlander’s nose.

The one with the nails on his head punches Markus on the chin.

“Stop that!” I shout. “Leave him alone.”

The Farlanders just laugh cruelly and continue pulling Markus and I away from each other. They manage to separate our upper bodies, but our loins are still locked together. I wince in pain as Markus’s huge knot tugs at my entrance.

“Uh, Boss?” one of the Farlanders says. “It looks like they’re knotted.”

Nailhead grins. “It would appear so.”

In the course of the struggle, Markus dropped his knife. Now one of the Farlanders picks it up and holds the obsidian blade against the alpha’s throat.

“Want me to kill him, Boss? That’ll get rid of his knot quick enough.”

“No,” Nailhead says. “Not yet. I want to punish him first, for killing our brothers. We’re going to make him watch while we play with his mate.”

“So we’re just going to wait for his knot to go away?”

“No. My cock is too impatient for that, and this omega smells too fucking good to resist. We’re going to pull them apart.”

“That’ll damage her, Boss.”

“I know, and we’re going to do plenty more damage before we’re through with her. Now get ready to pull.”

Markus groans. He is still reeling from Nailhead’s sucker punch and struggling to remain conscious. Four of the Farlanders take hold of him, two on each arm. Two more of them grab me by the arms, and a third pulls my hair. One of them takes the opportunity to grope my naked breasts. Nailhead stands by, watching the proceeding, and directing.

“Alright, get ready,” he says. “On the count of three, you’re going to pull with all your might…”

Panic seizes my heart. I try to will my body to loosen its grip on Markus’s cock, but it doesn’t work. Not that it would matter anyway. Markus’s knot is still as big and hard as ever, and if getting socked in the jaw isn’t enough to make it go away, then I don’t know what is.

I’m going to be ripped apart.

“One…” Nailhead says.

I shut my eyes and brace for the pain I know is coming.

“Two…”

Hot blood gushes across my belly, and I cry out, but not in pain. Strangely, it doesn’t hurt at all, and I think my body must have gone into shock or something. The pain will be arriving momentarily.

Only it doesn’t arrive, and when I open my eyes a moment later, I see that my body, though stained with gore, is still connected with Markus’s, and apparently unharmed.

Then I glance upward, and I see where the blood came from.

Nailhead’s jaws are opened wide, and a full twelve inches of spear is protruding outward from his open mouth. Though it is coated in thick red blood, I can see that the speartip is not made of steel like mine is. It’s made from knapped stone, like the blade of Markus’s knife.

The spear withdraws with a wet schluck, and Nailhead’s body drops bonelessly to the ground.