Page 17 of Bad Omega

Then he makes me.

The steel ball on the upper rim of his cockhead grinds mercilessly against my spot. My body is helpless against the onslaught—helpless to do anything but come, long and hard.

Renn comes too, and he does it inside me, just like his pack leader before him. His load is not quite as big as Knar’s, but it’s still impressive in its own right, especially considering it’s his second one in such a short span of time.

As our climaxes start to fade, he kisses me slow and deep.

“Source, you feel good, Eri.”

“So do you,” I murmur. “I love how it feels when you come inside me. I love how much there is.”

Smirk.

“But it’s not enough, is it, omega? You still need more, don’t you? You need more alpha cum.”

My blush is all the answer he needs.

“Thought so…”

My legs are almost too weak to support me, but they don’t need to. Renn sweeps me off my feet and carries me toward the center of the room. When I see what is waiting for me there, my heart trembles.

Bjor has cleared a space on the floor, and now the big alpha is lying on his back, stark naked and ready for mating. Though he is the softest of my three alpha daddies, his cock is anything but. It looks about as hard and thick as one of the spear hafts he so skillfully carves, and twice as dangerous. His member is adorned with a multitude of metal studs, giving it the appearance of a war club. My sex trembles at the sight.

“Down you go,” Renn says.

He carefully lowers me onto his pack brother’s lap. Knar helps him. Bjor grips himself around the base, holding his shaft steady while I straddle him. His studded tip breaches me.

“Oh, Source,” I whimper as he slides deeper. “Oh, Source… Oh, Source…”

“Easy,” Bjor says, guiding me down onto him with his hands. “There’s no rush, sweetheart. Take your time.”

I sink lower, the slow penetration lubricated by the seed of the alphas who have already claimed me. At last I am sitting on Bjor’s lap and his cock is fully sheathed within, hard and naked and throbbing. I place my hands against his hairy chest and stare down into his bearded face.

“Daddy,” I whisper. “It’s so big.”

“I know, sweetheart. It’s bigger now than it’s ever been before, and you’re the one who made it that way.”

“I want to make it come,” I whisper. “Will you come inside me like Knar and Renn?”

“Of course, sweetheart. Anything you want.”

He presses the pad of his thumb against my clitoris and starts to rub. My hips begin rocking in response, causing his cock to stir deep inside me. His piercings tickle me in places I didn’t even know existed.

After a minute, he takes his thumb away, but my hips keep gyrating on their own. I lower myself down onto his belly, grinding my clit against his pelvis as I ride him. My breasts sweep against him, the nipples stiff and tingling. I can feel another climax welling deep within my core.

“I want you to knot me.”

His eyebrows lift. “Are you sure, Eri? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Please,” I beg, my voice dripping. “I want to feel it so bad.”

Bjor looks to Knar for confirmation. The pack leader gives a stern nod.

“She’s ready,” he says. “Renn and I have prepared her.”

“Very well…”

Huge hands encircle my waist, and Bjor holds me in place above him, driving up into me from below with hard, deep thrusts. I’m not riding him anymore; he’s the one in control, and he’s using my body like a rag-doll designed for his pleasure, forcing me to come again, and again, and again.