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It became one of my most powerful sexual memories. Brooks and Elliot held Angelo’s legs spread, and I had my hand inside Angelo’s supple hole past my wrist. My two fingers were squeezed in the pulsating channel to Angelo’s womb. The sounds Angelo made were glorious.
“You are our little treasure, dear pet,” Elliot told me when we cuddled later, waiting for His Lordship to come home. “I adore those pretty tits of yours. You give us such great gifts.”
“Are you happy, Sesto?” Brooks asked. He lay with his head on my bare chest, stroking my side. It no longer bothered me when Brooks asked those questions. He always had a project underway to occupy his complex mind, and he worried whether I could enjoy my life when I didn’t do much more than obey and fuck.
“Yes,” I replied and pressed a kiss to the top of Brooks’s head. “I’m loved and in love, and every day, I receive so much pleasure. I’m blessed.”
Brooks kissed my sensitive nipple and stayed with his lips brushing it, just breathing.
When His Lordship was with us in the evenings, I nursed the omegas until my nipples were red and drawn out. My hole felt big and loose, leaking all the time, and they drank the slick from it. I lay spread out between them, Meo and Brooks latched onto my nipples, Raphael sucked my cock, and Angelo swirled his tongue in my hole, while His Lordship mounted Elliot with fearsome power.
Drugged by the venom, the omegas begged to be fucked hard by His Lordship, and he bred each of them, one by one. I sensed the beast was close to the surface.
When it was my turn to receive the gift of His Lordship’s glorious dick, I was so mellow from coming that I slumped limply over the edge of the mattress and mewled while His Lordship drove into me with slow, firm thrusts. Colorful fireworks exploded behind my eyelids, and I lost myself for a while.
I didn’t think I could be more content, and so I never repeated my wish to His Lordship. His Lordship adored me and knew what I dreamed about. If he deemed it safe and proper, he’d do it for me.
It had been many months since I had become Heath Thornton’s sixth omega. Days passed in calm bliss and stormy passion, and I had a firm place in the Thornton family. I still enjoyed serving and obeying, but it was never a chore or a duty. Each order I received was a gift to me.
Once during a full moon, His Lordship woke me in the middle of the night and told me to follow him into the Red Room. I did so without asking a single question. I expected His Lordship to bolt the door, impale me on a dildo, and tie me to the wall like almost every third night.
But my beloved alpha did no such thing.
His Lordship closed the door behind us but didn’t lock it. He left me unbound and told me to wait.
He removed his pants and shackled himself to the stone wall, but only by one ankle.
Hope swelled in my chest. Maybe tonight I’d get my greatest dream fulfilled.
His Lordship looked me up and down thoughtfully.
“Keep it on,” he said.
I had gone to bed in a soft pink camisole. The ribbons created triangles that framed my full pecs and left my nipples uncovered. The satin reached barely below my ass, and I wore nothing underneath.
“Look at the door, pet.”
I turned my head toward the heavy oak door.
“I won’t bolt it. If you get scared, you will leave. Promise me.”
“Yes, Your Lordship. I promise.”
My beloved alpha closed his eyes and sighed deeply. His broad chest rose and fell.
Then he changed.
There was a moment, only a second, when I did feel a flicker of fear. The beast charged at me, teeth bared and eyes flashing, claws exposed.
But I stood my ground. I raised my arms, opening them for my alpha.
The monster grabbed me, wrapping its powerful limbs around me, and I hugged its neck.
“My alpha, my master,” I murmured. “I love you.”
The bulging muscles surrounded me, hard like stone but warm, covered with velvety skin, and the beast growled.
“I love you,” I repeated, stroking the beast’s shoulders.
