Page 62 of Desperate Omega

He dips his hand between my legs and strokes my pussy, but he doesn’t penetrate it as I expect him to. Instead, he gathers a large amount of the oily slick that is leaking out of me, and he smears it over my exposed rear hole.

“Markus!” I gasp. “What are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing, Syra? I’m preparing your body to get fucked and shared by two alphas at the same time.”

His slippery fingers circle the rim of my anus, and I moan in response to the new and slightly uncomfortable sensations that are now coursing through me. No one has ever touched me in that place before. It’s never even occurred to me until now that anyone would want to, or that I might enjoy it if they did.

Then I remember that night nine years ago when I looked down into the ritual chamber and saw what those three alphas were doing to their omega mate. One of them was in her mouth, one was in her pussy, and the third…

“Markus,” I say, struggling to keep my voice level. “That’s my… my…”

My shame stops me from finishing that thought, but Markus has no such inhibitions.

“I know what it is, Syra,” he says as he massages my rim even more deeply. “It is your perfect little asshole, and I’m going to fuck it with my cock. But first we need to get it nice and lubricated. Now get ready, because this might feel a bit strange.”

He centers his fingertip against my hole and begins to push, lightly at first, then with a bit more force. At first it seems as if my body isn’t going to allow him to enter, but the alpha is persistent, and at last my little ring of muscle opens for him, and his finger slides into me.

“Oh fuck!” I moan, pressing my face against the stone floor of the cave.

“Are you okay?” Markus purrs. “Does it hurt?”

I’m tempted to lie and tell him it doesn’t, but I don’t want to risk another spanking. Not now, when I’m so close to getting what I truly need.

“It hurts a little,” I admit. “But it feels good too. Please don’t stop, Markus. Please.”

“As you wish, Syra.”

Markus fingers my bottom long and deep, coating every inch of my interior with my body’s own natural lubrication. At last, he pulls his finger out of me, and it leaves behind a feeling of emptiness that desperately wants to be filled again. He starts to move into position behind me, but at the last moment he pauses.

Then he steps aside.

“Hey Brik,” he says. “Why don’t you do the honors.”

“Fuck, are you sure?”

“Yeah. I got to be the first one to mate with Syra. It’s only fair that you should be the first to claim her ass.”

“Thanks,” Brik says. “I owe you one.”

I can hardly believe my own ears. Only a few minutes ago, the alphas were ready to rip each other’s throats out. Now they’re talking about sharing me like two old friends sharing a meal together.

As for myself, I don’t really care which one of them penetrates my virgin rear hole, just as long as they both end up inside me when it’s all said and done.

“Please,” I murmur again.

“Shh,” Brik’s voice whispers from behind me and above me. “I’m going to take good care of you, little omega. I’m going to give you exactly what you need.”

I moan softly as his fingers rub my pussy, gathering more of the warm slick that is still oozing out of me. But instead of spreading it over my ass the way Markus did, I can hear him using it to jack his own dick, greasing up his hard shaft so it can enter me more easily.

When he’s ready, he moves into position behind me and nestles his pierced tip against my hole. A shiver of fear trickles down my spine. I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle something as big as Brik’s hard cock, but I’ll never forgive myself if I don’t try.

I wince, and brace in anticipation.

But the alpha doesn’t attempt to take me by force. Instead, with his tip pressed tightly against my anus, he begins to purr, much like Thorus did in the graveyard, when Markus and I were knotted together. It is a deep sound, beyond my actual range of hearing, but somehow still within my body’s ability to sense it. The vibrations work their way through the fibers of my muscles like the teeth of a comb sliding through hair, removing every knot of tension within me, until every part of me is fully relaxed. My body opens for him—opens wide—and he slides into me with surprising ease, his pierced tip exploring the furthest, darkest depths of me.

“Oh Source,” I say, my voice coming out of me in a kind of trembling sigh. “Brik, you’re so deep. Your cock is so deep inside me.”

“Does it feel good?” he purrs.