Page 90 of Shared Omega

A tingle of pins and needles rushes up my spine.

More than half the entire population of the city ruins must be here, and they are going to watch.

They are going to look on while I am claimed and shared by my pack. While innumerable shameful climaxes are ripped from my helpless body.

Of course, this won’t be the first time that my mating has been observed.

Everything that has already happened between me and Dog and Truk and Kane was recorded by my neural implant chip before it was removed. Every thrust and gasp and shuddering orgasm was recorded and transmitted back to the city hive for the SynerGen scientists to witness and analyze.

But that was different.

It’s not like they were crowded around me in the very same room, watching with their naked eyes. Before, it was easy to ignore the fact that I was being observed. To push it out of my mind.

Now, however, that will be impossible.

This time my audience will be mere meters away. Every inch of my body will be on display as I get fucked and used and shared.

The Alphas want proof of my allegiance.

They want to know that I can be trusted.

They want to see me forced into submission by my Alphas.

At last we reach the central dais and ascend the steps. My two companions lead me to the middle of the ring of weeping candles. Lily gives my hand one more light squeeze of encouragement, and then she and Hannah depart, their bodies merging into the shadows.

Now I’m alone.

Hundreds of eyes are on my body, which is only barely concealed by the sheer fabric of my patched and tattered ceremonial gown.

My pulse quickens, and my breath catches in my throat.

Around me, the murmur of voices drops off into silence. Something moves at the edge of the candlelight. Three dark shapes, slowly circling and drawing closer with each step as they spiral in on me.

My Alphas.

Dog, Truk, and Kane.

They are moving as a pack now, their movements synchronized like stalking predators closing in on their prey. All three of them are completely naked, and as I watch, their three massive cocks harden and hoist in preparation of my shared claiming.

A sudden wave of deja vu surges over me as I remember Lily’s neural implant recording that I watched during the briefing. God, that seems like such a long time ago now.

At that time, I experienced a strange connection with the images I was witnessing on the holographic projection. It felt as though the events I was watching were happening to me.

But now it really is happening.

This is the real thing.

And this time, the Alphas are mine.

I spin around, letting my eyes fall on each circling Alpha in turn.

There is Dog, stoic and militaristic with his dark, close-cropped hair and short beard. His eyes capture mine with an intense protective stare. The memory comes flooding back to me of that first night in the ramshackle house, looking up into those eyes as he slid his hard cock between my lips. And a pulse of arousal ripples through my body, stiffening my nipples and moistening my cleft.

Next my eyes light on Truk, the wild man, the savage. With his long, golden hair, he is strangely beautiful, despite his heavy brow and animalistic features. In fact, his bestiality and numerous scars only serve to heighten those other pretty features, his piercing eyes, speckled and blue, and his full lush lips that have been everywhere on my body.

And last, of course, there is Kane. The brutal one. His body is thick with carved muscles, and his multiple body piercings wink in the candle light, especially the steel ring through his urethra. I have felt that hard metal pressed against my opening, but soon it will be deep inside me, stimulating my tenderest parts.

They draw closer and closer, taking their sweet time, savoring the tension as their bare feet slowly climb the dais steps, nostrils flaring as they drink in my omega scent.