Page 60 of Desperate Omega

I go back and forth between them, unable to make up my mind. I certainly enjoy the way Markus’s cock reacts to my attention, the way it jumps and twitches in response to every touch of my lips and my tongue. It is fun to be in control of a man’s pleasure, especially when that man is a hard and dangerous alpha such as Markus.

With Brik, it’s the exact opposite. He’s the one who’s in control, and he uses me as he sees fit, fucking not only my mouth, but my throat as well, taking me deeper than I would ever try to go if left to my own devices. It’s scary, giving up control like that, but it feels good.

Markus is the gentle one. I know I can trust him never to hurt me, but I also know I can trust Brik not to go too far when he gets rough with me.

At last, I sit back and stare at the two alphas, their cocks glistening wetly in the torchlight, their flavors mixing on my tongue.

“So,” says Markus. “Have you come to a decision, Syra?”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes.”

I look back and forth between them for a moment, then I shake my head. “I’m sorry, but I still can’t make up my mind.”

“I guess that means we’ll have to try a different form of competition,” says Markus.

“Any ideas?” asks Brik.

They both look at me, as if awaiting an answer. I rise and walk toward the edge of the natural pool where the three of us are standing. I can feel both alphas staring at my bare bottom as I go, and their hungry growls make my legs weak with arousal. When I reach the edge of the pool, I turn and face them again, then I sit down on the stone ledge just above the level of the water. I lean back, bracing myself with my arms behind me, and I spread my legs as wide as they will go. Only yesterday, I would have been ashamed to expose myself in this manner, but now I cannot help myself.

The alphas’ eyes seem to glow with hunger as they reflect the light from the torch. Their hard cocks stand even taller and straighter than before. The sight makes my pussy throb with need.

“You want to see which one of us can fuck you better?” Brik asks.

I bite my lip and nod.

The alphas’ response is not quite what I had in mind. I half expect them to get into another brawl to see which one gets to have me first. Instead, they just cross their arms and look at me, their expressions mixing sternness and amusement.

“Brik,” Markus says. “I have a feeling we’re getting played here.”

“So do I,” says Brik.

The two alphas begin to stalk toward me slowly through the water. The way they are looking at me suddenly makes me feel a little nervous.

“Getting played?” I ask. “What do you mean?”

“What I mean,” Markus says, “is that I believe you have no intention of picking a winner.”

“That’s right,” says Brik. “You’re trying to pit us against each other just so you can reap all the benefits of this little competition.”

“Pit you against each other?” I say incredulously. “The two of you were already fighting before I said anything about a competition. And I’m not the only one ‘reaping the benefits,’ as you put it. In case you’ve already forgotten, you both just got your dicks sucked.”

“I seem to remember getting my dick teased,” Brik says. “What about you?”

“Same,” says Markus. “My poor balls are aching so bad they feel like they’re about to fucking explode, and it’s all this little omega’s fault.”

The two alphas are right in front of me now, each of them straddling one of my legs. The way the torchlight plays across their features, it makes them almost look like those stone demons I’ve seen perched on some of the old temples back in the Central Ruins.

Only these demons are very much alive. I can feel the heat radiating off their hard naked bodies, and I can hear their breath rumbling deep within their chests.

I suddenly feel extremely small and vulnerable.

“I wasn’t trying to pit you against each other,” I whimper.

Markus places a finger under my chin and tilts my face up toward his.

“What were you trying to do, then?”