Page 55 of Desperate Omega

Then their hands are between my legs, warring for domination of my pussy. Two fingers penetrate me simultaneously, one Markus’s, one Brik’s. They stroke and rub and claw at my insides, fighting for control of that sensitive place on my front wall that makes my pleasure go wild. I’m not sure which one of them makes me come the first time, or the second, or the third. I only know that each successive climax is bigger and stronger than the one before it, and soon I am lying back in my nest, howling with passion while the two savage alphas fuck me with their fingers.

My hands shoot out, moving as if by instinct, and my own fingers find their cocks, hard and hot and ready for mating. They are both long, and both thick. The only difference between them is the metal stud on the upper side of Brik’s head.

I stroke both them hard and deep, twisting my hands with each pass, wordlessly begging for their seed.

“Wait!” Markus gasps.

He yanks my hand away from his cock and pins my wrist down against the furs of the nest. For a moment, I think he’s planning to mount me. Instead, he just growls and gives Brik a hard shove with his other hand. Brik snarls in return, and my body tenses in anticipation of another fight.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Brik hisses.

Markus keeps his voice level. “Remember what Thorus said?”

Brik just glares at him for a moment, then he lets out a sigh of frustration.

“Fuck.”

And just like that, the two alphas who were just fighting over me are now working together, pulling me to my feet and guiding me over toward the fire. I don’t want to leave my nest, and I try to resist, but it’s pointless. The alphas are far too strong for me, and I have no choice but to go where they lead me.

“What did Thorus tell you?” I ask.

I see a look pass between the two alphas, their anger at each other temporarily giving way to some sort of conspiracy between them.

It is Brik who answers.

“He told us to feed you as soon as you woke up from your nap.”

“Then feed me,” I growl as I reach down and grab both of them by their cocks again. “Feed me yourselves. Shove your fat cocks between my lips and fill my belly with your seed.”

I can hardly believe the words that are coming out of my own mouth. It’s as if my tongue has taken on a life of its own, along with the rest of my body.

Brik just gives me a knowing smile, as if reading my thoughts.

“Thorus told us you would say that, but we’re supposed to feed you first.”

“And give you water,” Markus adds. “Afterward, we can tend to your other needs.”

“But I’m not hungry,” I protest.

An instant later, my stomach rumbles in disagreement. The alphas just chuckle and set me down in front of the fire. Markus goes to retrieve a waterskin for me to drink from, while Brik prepares a simple wooden platter with some pieces of the dried meat I noticed him cutting earlier.

It’s only after I’ve scarfed down several strips of meat, and knocked back several big swigs of water, that a very obvious question forms in my mind.

“Where is Thorus?”

“He just went out for a little bit,” Brik answers. “To scout the vicinity around the cave and make sure everything is safe.”

He’s a skillful liar. There’s nothing in his voice or expression that gives him away, but somehow I just know he isn’t telling me the truth. There’s a connection forming between us, a connection that runs deeper than words. I feel the same connection with Markus too, and even with Thorus.

As a matter of fact, there’s something inside me that can sense Thorus’s absence. I can feel that he is far away, and it hurts me a little, like a barbed hook tugging at my soul.

I set down my tray of meat and look at Brik.

“Tell me where Thorus really is.”

I’m not angry at him for lying to me. I understand he was only trying to protect me and keep me from being concerned. But I need to know where Thorus is.

Brik sighs.