Page 41 of Desperate Omega

Slick oozes out of me like honey dripping from a honeycomb.

I want him to fuck me, not with his voice, the way he did this morning, but with his hard cock. I want him to spread my legs and force me to take it. I want him to stretch me with his knot. I want him to fill me with his hot cum. I want—

The fighters crash into the fire, scattering the burning logs, and sending up a swirl of dancing orange sparks. They snarl in pain as the hot coals scorch their skin, and they quickly roll away before the flames can do too much damage.

All I can do is stare at them, transfixed by their brutality. Both are bleeding, Brik from his nose and Markus from his lip. Their bodies are covered in welts and scrapes and bruises.

“Stop it!” I scream, even as my insides flutter at their savage display. “Stop fighting!”

Again, my begging goes unheeded.

Brik snatches a log from the fire, one end burning like a torch, and he thrusts himself to his feet with a roar. He swings his makeshift weapon at his enemy, but Markus ducks away from it and tackles him. They hit the ground with a heavy thud and roll across the hard stone, snapping and snarling as they struggle for control of the burning piece of wood. Their naked bodies glisten with sweat in the firelight. One moment Markus is on top, then Brik, then Markus again.

My whole body throbs with shameful need.

I look at Thorus again.

“Aren’t you going to do something?

“What do you want me to do?” the alpha asks, as if it isn’t obvious.

“I want you to make them stop! You have to make them stop!”

“Why should I?” Thorus asks. “You’re the reason they’re fighting.”

I scowl, but I know he’s right. It’s my heat-scent that is causing the alphas to behave so aggressively. And to make matters worse, their aggression is fueling my heat, pushing my arousal higher. It’s a vicious cycle, and it’s only a matter of time before something has to give.

The fighting alphas slam into the ground beside me. They both lose their grip on the burning log, and it goes sliding away to the other side of the cave.

They grapple. Their hands claw at each other’s sweating bodies as they struggle for dominance. Their hard cocks slam together like two swords.

“Markus!” I yell. “Brik! Please!”

It does no good. The two alphas continue to fight. Brik kicks Markus off of him, and they both spring to their feet. Markus charges, but Brik catches him in a throw and sends him flying halfway across the cave. In a flash, Markus is on his feet again, and the two alphas glare at each other, breathing heavy.

“Please!” I cry.

It’s like they can’t even hear me. They begin to charge at each other again, and I know it will take more than words to bring a stop to this battle.

Surging to my feet, I charge too, aiming for the place where the two alphas are about to collide. As soon as they see me, they both dig in their heels and slide to a stop, but it’s not enough to stop their collision completely. I soon find myself pressed between two hard alpha bodies—and two hard alpha cocks.

My heat roars inside me. I am dripping with sweat and slick and need.

But if I thought my intervention could stop the alphas from fighting, I am sorely mistaken. If anything, it only seems to increase their rage. Markus grabs hold of me and angrily tries to yank me away from the other alpha. An instant later, Brik does the same thing, and I find myself caught in a tug of war between two naked and enraged males.

“Let go of her!” Markus growls. “She’s mine!”

“Fuck you, she’s mine!” Brik retorts.

“Stop it!” I try to yell. “You’re hurting me!”

But my cries are drowned out by the alphas’ louder, deeper voices. It is only a matter of time before they tear me apart.

CHAPTER 18: THORUS

Shit.

It’s time for me to step in before these two young fools rip the poor little omega in two.