Page 15 of Bad Omega

I’m not sure exactly when it happens, but at some point Bjor lets go of my hair, and I’m doing everything by myself, bobbing my head in a steady cadence, taking Renn as deep as I can go without gagging. When I need to come up for air, I stroke him with my fist, spreading my saliva all the way down his throbbing shaft. Then I dive back in for more, twice as hungry as before, and twice as loud.

Beside me, Knar spits into his palm and starts to jack himself, matching the wet rhythm of my sucking. A moment later, Bjor follows his lead.

Oh Source, this is so wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this, but none of us can stop now. My heat is in control—not just of my own body, but of the alphas’ as well. It is a dance as old as the Zone itself, and we have no choice but to see it through to completion.

My hands move with a will of their own, seeking my alphas, finding them—Knar on one side, Bjor on the other—stroking them from tip to base, worshipping them with my hands while I worship Renn with my mouth.

“Fuck,” Renn chuckles. “This little omega is a natural. You sure you’ve never done this before, Eri?”

My mouth slides off him, trailing wet strings of saliva. I glare up at him defiantly.

“Never,” I growl in a voice I can scarcely believe is my own. “The only cocks I want are the ones right here in this room—and I want all three.”

“Good,” says Knar. “Because you’re going to get them. Now open that pretty little mouth and take your alpha’s seed like a good omega.”

He and Bjor both grab my hair again, holding my head steady for Renn. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue, giving him a nice big target. He grins and works his fist up and down his shaft with an almost frantic speed.

“You ready, omega?” Renn asks, his voice taut as a bowstring. “You ready to get your mouth filled?”

“Yes!” I gasp. “I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste it. Please, I want to taste it so bad.”

“So be it.”

Renn aims his tip directly at my mouth and unloads with a roar. The first spurt hits the back of my throat, bringing tears to my eyes. The second lands directly on my tongue, painting it with his warm, sticky cream. A dozen more follow, and I take them all without flinching. By the time he’s finally finished, my mouth is overflowing.

Renn lets go of his cock and wraps his hand lightly around my throat.

“Now swallow it,” he rasps, breathing heavily. “Let me feel you swallow it.”

I do. My eyes stay locked with his until every drop of cum is in my belly. Then I let my gaze stray down his perfect body to the even greater perfection between his legs—and that’s when I see it.

His knot.

My pussy clenches at the sight. I’ve heard stories about knots—the swollen gland at the base of an alpha’s penis, which locks him inside his mate during sex—but I’ve never actually seen one until now. The sight is thrilling and terrifying in equal measures.

Knar notices me staring and chuckles.

“You’re going to feel one of those inside you before this day is through, little omega. More than one, in fact. But you’re not ready. Not yet. First, we must prepare you—with our cocks, and with our seed.”

He pulls me up by my hair and walks me over to the side of the room, pushing me up against one of the big windows. I brace my hands against the glass as he tears the loincloth from my body. His naked arousal presses into me from behind, hard and throbbing.

“Knar?” I whimper.

“Hush,” he says. “It’s time for you to take this dick like a big girl.”

He enters me with one hard thrust, forcing a shattered cry from my lips as his naked length fills me and stretches me. My alpha daddy is inside me now, as deep as he can go.

“Oh fuck,” I whisper.

He twists my hair.

“What did we say about language, young lady?”

I push back into him and clench.

“I guess you’ll just have to punish me, Daddy.”

“Yeah… I guess so.”