Page 74 of Ruined Omega

But my desires will have to wait.

I lean in, kiss her tenderly, and then I turn to Baen.

“Baen, you heard the omega. Give her what she needs, boy. Make her feel your knot.”

“Yes,” Hines mumbles in a daze. “Knot…”

Baen gladly obliges. He mounts her, positioning his pelvis between her widely spread thighs. Her well-greased cunt easily accepts Baen’s hard pole. She whines, a high-pitched keening sound that explodes into a sob of pleasure when his cock is fully sheathed inside her flesh.

“Good,” I growl. “Fuck her, boy. Fuck her hard and fuck her deep.”

His cock pumps into her with a series of wet squelches. Seed and arousal fluid is plunged from her hole. Hines moans and digs at Baen’s back with her claws.

I get Canaris’s attention and nod toward the far side of the caged enclosure.

We need to speak, but we can’t let the omega hear.

Once we are a few paces away, Canaris says, “Tal, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lost control like that. I could have damaged the omega.”

His face is bent downward to the mud. His features are dark with shame and remorse. I ball my hand into a loose fist and rest it on his shoulder in consolation.

“It’s not your fault,” I tell him. “No Alpha could resist that scent, Canaris.”

It’s true. An omega’s scent is known to throw Alphas into a mating frenzy. And Hines’s sweet, raw aroma was so damn strong, it nearly sent me over the edge too. The only thing that saved me was the fact that my cock was buried balls-deep in her buttery-soft depths.

Even then, I went too far. Much farther than I intended. I lost control.

Even now, as Baen pumps her, the scent that exudes from her fucked hole is nearly unbearable. It invades my nostrils and inflames my balls. Even though I spilled my seed inside her only moments before, my cock is already hard again. Painfully hard.

The omega cries out as Baen knots her. The fragile sound of her voice causes me to spurt. I pinch down my internal muscles, so that no more of my seed will escape. I want every drop to go inside the omega.

“Why is her heat so fucking strong?” Canaris groans.

“It’s because of the medicine,” I tell him. “The pills staved off her omega transformation for the past few days. But now that the change has finally come about, it’s intensity has been amplified tenfold.”

Canaris is listening, but his attention is focused on the omega. Our omega She is moaning loudly as Baen pumps her full of his seed. Canaris watches, unconsciously stroking his dick.

“Fuck,” he mutters again. “Her heat is so strong. So deep.”

I nod in agreement.

“Yes. But that is the least of our worries now.”

“What do you mean?”

I scan my eyes around the sides of the cage. Most of the Farlanders have drifted away to other parts of the camp now. Only a few stragglers remain, jerking themselves as they watch Baen breed Hines again.

Abaddon is nowhere to be seen. He has disappeared, presumably satisfied that his plan is coming to fruition, and he has taken his little omega witch with him. But he will be back tomorrow at daybreak to make good on his promise.

“Hines,” I whisper. “The omega. We have marked her now. We are bound. We shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have done that. It is my fault.”

Now it is Canaris’s turn to set my conscience at ease.

“You had no choice in the matter,” Canaris says. “You said it yourself. She is impossible to resist. Abaddon knew full well what he was doing when he locked us in here together.”

I nod ruefully. Canaris is right, of course. The marking couldn’t be helped. It was raw, Alpha instinct that drove me to place my mark on her supple flesh. And the others had no choice but to follow suit.

Now we are a pack.