Page 91 of Shared Omega

I haven’t even been touched yet, and already my arousal is spilling from between my legs and trickling down my inner thighs.

Then I hear it.

The chorus of low, rumbling purrs. The sound is so deep and soft that I feel it more than I hear it, reverberating straight to my thrumming core.

Dog is the first to pounce.

My yelp echoes through the spacious darkness of the ruined ballroom as he envelops me with his arms and his rich, masculine musk. The other Alphas join him a moment later.

Six arms coil around my body. Six roving hands caress and squeeze every inch of my body—my throat, my breasts, my crotch where the thin fabric of the sacrificial gown is clinging to my sticky, wet center.

“Omega,” they growl, one after another until their voices blend into one sound.

Snuffling noses bury themselves in my recesses—the hollow of my throat, the warm pits of my arms, between the cleft of my ass—inhaling deeply the heat-scent that is wafting from my glands.

“So sweet,” a wolfen voice growls. “So fucking ripe.”

They grow drunk on my smell. With each whiff they become more feral and savage. It doesn’t take long before they have whipped themselves into a frenzy of violent lust.

My screams mingle with the sounds of ripping fabric as claws and teeth shred my garment. Rough hands whirl me about helplessly. Sharp fangs graze my increasingly exposed flesh. Within a matter of seconds, my garments have been reduced to ribbons, leaving me naked and vulnerable.

Their hands and mouths never stop moving, exploring every inch of my skin. Every contour, every goosebump. Every hot, moist crevice.

“Oh God,” I whimper.

My body shivers with a mixture of fear and raw lust.

I want them to stop, but I need them to keep going.

As my body is spun around, again and again, I catch glimpses here and their of mirrored eyes gleaming in the shadows—the crowd of primitive Alphas and omegas bearing witness to my ravaging.

This is a ritual.

I am the sacrifice upon the altar.

And tonight these three dominating Alphas are the high priests of my flesh.

“Oh God,” I moan again, unable to form any other thoughts or words.

My mouth is silenced as someone claims my lips in a bruising kiss. Instinctively, my tongue darts out, licking the lips and tongue that are claiming me. It is Dog. I can tell by his flavor, raw and tangy.

A moment later, I am spun again. Other lips press to mine. Other tongues explore my mouth, not waiting for permission to enter. Kane and Truk add their own distinct flavors to the mix until my mouth is smeared with the wet melange of these three possessive Alphas.

I become dizzy with this whirlwind of insistent mouths and pawing hands, spinning around and around.

Until at last a firm hand catches my throat.

I am face to face with Kane.

The massive Alpha stares down at me. The piercings at his brows and nostrils glint in the candlelight. His intense eyes flicker with lightning beneath his dark eyebrows the color of storm clouds.

“The time has come, little omega,” he rumbles.

I whimper and tremble beneath his touch. One hard squeeze of that massive hand could easily crush my larynx. My life is quite literally in his hand. This is an exercise in trust.

He whirls me again and drags me against his body so my back is pressed against the hard smooth muscles of his front. His erect cock wedges between the cheeks of my ass and pulses with his heartbeat.

“Kane,” I whimper.