Shared Omega (Quarantine Omega Book 2)

by Lizzy Bequin

  “Good omega…”

  I sidle closer and slide my hands up his thighs, around his taut hips, and behind to grip the solid globes of his hard buttocks. His intense, animal musk surrounds me, swelling my nipples with arousal.

  My head starts to bob, taking more and more of Dog’s shaft with each pass. As I feel his thick member sliding in and out of my mouth, I can’t help but wonder how it would feel between my legs. My pussy clenches at the thought.

  But that would be impossible. There’s no way this beast could ever fit inside me.

  He would split me in two.

  Dog’s hands become tense on my head. His muscles are trembling like he’s struggling to hold back some violent impulse. He nudges his cock all the way to the back of my throat, and I start to gag.

  I draw myself off of him, coughing and gasping.

  “God, you’re so big,” I murmur before wiping my chin and diving back in for more.

  Dog’s purrs gradually transition to a feral growl that sends shivers up my spine.

  I remember the magic words. All I have to say is stand down.

  But I keep going.

  Something inside me needs this. I need to taste his release. My omega instinct needs to give him pleasure.

  He starts to rock his hips, slowly fucking his cock in and out as I suck. His tip prods my throat and I start to gag again, but this time when I try to pull back, Dog’s insanely strong hands clamp around my head. One hand cups the back of my skull, and the other wraps under my chin.

  For one panicked moment, I feel like I’m choking. I slap my palms against the corded muscles of his thighs, signalling him to stop.

  “Relax,” Dog growls above me.

  His voice is different. The beast is taking control.

  I try to shout, “stand down,” but now it’s too late. My cry is muffled by the thick meat filling my mouth.

  My eyes water with exertion, and scalding tears stream down my cheeks.

  “Take it,” Dog snarls. “Take my cock omega.”

  Somehow I manage to relax my throat and breathe through my nose. His dick slides inside, and I take him all the way until I feel his heavy balls pressed against my saliva-slick chin.

  “Good…”

  He starts to fuck my mouth, first with long, gliding strokes, then gradually increasing the pace until his cock is ravaging my throat, plunging deep into my esophagus.

  Just as I feel myself beginning to gag again, his powerful hands yank my head back, and I cough and gasp wildly, gulping the air as long, thick strings of saliva hang between my lips and his cock in drooping curves.

  “Dog,” I gasp, “Wait, I…”

  But the beast inside him cannot wait a moment longer. He rams his cock deep inside my mouth again. This time, at least, I manage to grip the base of his shaft in my fist to keep his cock from pummeling my throat too hard.

  Dog fucks my face roughly, driving into me with forceful thrusts. The enclosed space fills with the drumbeat of my head thumping against the wall behind me and the raunchy, squelching sounds issuing from my lips as he pumps me.

  Something bulges beneath my fingers. The base of his shaft is knotting.

  I whimper as I think about what that expanded girth would do to my poor little pussy. If his thick cock didn’t split me in two, his knot certainly would.

  He thrusts into me until my lips are pressed against that thick, hard knot.

  My brutal Alpha grunts, a mixture of pleasure and exertion. A sudden pulse runs the length of his shaft, and he explodes inside me, releasing his thick cream.

  The first few shots slides straight down my throat. I don’t even taste anything at first until he draws back, spurting more hot semen directly onto my tongue, saturating it with an intense, salty flavor. There is so much that I struggle to swallow it all, and finally I give up, letting the excess spill from my lips and ooze down my chin.

  At last Dog releases his grip on my head, and my body collapses onto the moss-carpeted floor. I lie there in the streaks of moonlight. My shirt is pushed up, half exposing my breasts sheened with sweat and heaving as I catch my breath. My used and ravaged body is limp with exhaustion.

  But Dog isn’t quite finished with me yet.

  With an animalistic snarl, he pounces on top of me, straddling me with his powerful thighs.

  Impossibly, he is still coming. His jets of ropey fluid paint sticky slashes across my face, my neck, and my chest, staining my shirt.

  Wherever Dog’s Alpha fluid lands, I experience something like a miniature orgasm soaking into my flesh. Each spurt is like a whiplash, but instead of stinging me, it stripes my naked, dirty skin with pleasure. I writhe and moan on the ground as the beast torments me this way.

  I’ve never done anything remotely like this with a man, but I know how things are supposed to happen, and it’s certainly not like this.

  This isn’t human—it’s raw, animal lust.

  At last, Dog’s heavy balls are drained of their copious payload, and he drizzles the last of his Alpha seed directly onto my splayed crotch where the droplets catch like pearl beads in the soft curls of my pubic hair.

  It’s hard to see in the shadows, but I sense a change come over Dog’s entire body. The tension leaves his muscles. The animal ferocity softens.

  “Sloane,” he slurs. “Are you…did I…did I hurt you?”

  I shake my head against the mossy floor and touch his angled jaw, which is covered with the dense, sexy fur of his beard.

  “No,” I breathe. “You made me feel good.”

  I’m lying, of course. He did hurt me a little. But right now I’m too tired to explain that the explosive pleasure far outweighed the pain, or that the pain only served to heighten everything that much more, like a dash of spice heightening the flavor of a delicacy.

  All my life, I’ve fought to be in total control, but this experience—being so thoroughly and savagely used and dominated by such a beast of a man—it’s more than my addled brain can even process right now.

  Another change comes over Dog.

  He looms over me. His massive, shadowed body hangs above me like a dark storm cloud that could explode with thunder at any moment. I feel his intense eyes tracing over my skin, examining the mess he made of my body in the moonlight.

  When he speaks, his voice is that irresistible, throaty purr again.

  “Must…”

  He touches me. His broad palm smears his congealing semen over my breasts, frosting my skin with his love. He collects it, swiping it down my twitching belly toward my center.

  “Dog,” I whisper. “What are you doing?”

  But I don’t resist him.

  “My seed.” His voice is strange and dreamy. “I need to…I need to see it inside of you.”

  “Wait,” I gasp.

  But I find my legs spreading themselves even wider. Even though I know that this is so wrong and so dangerous, my body needs it. I need his potent Alpha seed inside me. I need it the way I need food or water.

  Dog wipes his cum down between my legs, lathering it over my lips and pushing it into my hole with his thick finger tips. The faint echo of an orgasm tingles through my lower body as his cum touches my soft inner tissue. He repeats the process again and again, and I help him, pushing his semen down my body and into my channel until it can’t hold anymore and it oozes down my taint like a creamy filling.

  I cup my hand over my entrance to hold it in. Dog places his much bigger, much rougher hand over mine.

  “Good,” he growls.

  “Dog, I—“

  Before I can speak, he collapses onto me, and silences me with his mouth. He kisses me deeply and sensuously, even while the taste of his cock and his semen are still on my tongue. If he minds that, he doesn’t show it. We stay like that for a long time, kissing slow and hot, hand on hand holding his seed inside my hole.

  Despite the dangers of this place in which we have been stranded, for this moment I feel totally safe and protected beneath my dominant Alpha.
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br />   It’s not a feeling that I knew I needed until now.

  Finally, Dog breaks our kiss and runs his nose along my neck and shoulder, snuffling me. His breath tickles me, making me squirm and giggle like a girl.

  “Hey,” I laugh. “What are you doing?”

  “We did it,” he says, “Your heat-scent is diminished.” After a moment, he adds. “For now. If it returns in the night, we’ll need to…take care of it again.”

  I silently hope that it does come back. I want to do it again and again. And other things too.

  But not right now.

  Right now I am too bone tired to do anything but curl up in my Alpha’s protective arms in the darkness, breathing in his masculine scent as the weariness of the day overcomes me and I pass into a deep and dreamless sleep.

  ***

  When i wake up, my head is aching from oversleeping, but my muscles feel refreshed and energized in a way I’ve never experienced before.

  I feel good. Really good.

  But something is missing.

  Last night I fell asleep all tangled up in Dog’s protective arms, my body enveloped in the warmth of his breath. Now I’m all alone and naked.

  Dog is gone, but his scent still hangs heavy in the air.

  I roll over and look around the room.

  Warm sunlight is coming in low through the gaps in the boarded windows, drawing golden streaks on the walls. I can see the room more clearly now, but there’s not much to take in—the moss-covered floor and peeling, stained walls. The ceiling is sagging precariously where the beams have rotted through. Brilliant motes of dust swirl lazily in the sunlight poking in.

  My Alpha is standing at the window looking out, his intense eyes striped with sunshine. His body is motionless except for the slow rise and fall of his breathing.

  “Dog?” I whisper.

  He doesn’t look at me but simply raises a finger to his lips, signalling silence.

  Then I smell it. It’s hard to pick it up beneath the intensity of Dog’s strong musk filling the room, but it’s there sure enough. It’s a scent like Dog’s but different in ways I can’t put into words.

  But one thing is certain.

  It’s an Alpha.

  PART TWO:

  THE PACK

  CHAPTER 11: TRUK

  The morning sun is still low in the eastern sky. Its golden rays angle in through the trees, drawing long shadows over the clearing and the ruined house. The only sound is the soft rustle of the leaves stirring in the breeze. My muscles are tense. My heart is thudding inside my ribs.

  Someone is inside my house.

  I clearly marked this place with my scent, but the trespasser ignored the warnings.

  Now he will have to die.

  The wind glides across the clearing, carrying a mixture of scents from the old, ramshackle building, a remnant of the old times, before the great change. There are the usual smells of mildew, rotting plaster, and termite dust. But underneath that is another odor, faint but unmistakable.

  Alpha.

  A lone Alpha is inside my house.

  I snuffle the breeze again, taking in the intruder’s scent, analyzing it. It’s a strange scent. Difficult to place. He doesn’t have the sickening, goatish smell of a Farlander, that’s for sure. No, this one is much more like the Alphas that dwell inside the ruined city.

  But his signature doesn’t match any of the packs I’ve smelt before.

  Curious.

  Without meaning to, I find a low, rumbling growl starting up deep in my chest. It is involuntary—a natural reaction to finding a strange Alpha trespassing in my marked territory.

  He’s not the first intruder I’ve found recently.

  Last evening, I set off in the direction of the falling ship with the intention of checking it out. Just before sunrise, I found one Outsider. A male.

  He was already quite dead by the time I got to him.

  It was my first time to see an Outsider before. He was dressed in curious, unnatural clothing that covered most of his frail-looking body. But even more bizarre, he was strapped into a strange harness attached by strings to an enormous sheet of silk, the purpose of which I couldn’t even begin to fathom.

  When I found him, his body was dangling from a tree, strangled by those weird cords.

  He was lucky.

  If the Farlanders had gotten to him first, his death would have been much less quick, and much more painful.

  I continued toward where the ship went down.

  However, having skipped my dinner and run all night, I was starving. I decided to come check the rabbit traps I sent near this old house where I sometimes make my camp. The traps were empty. The house, however, is not.

  It’s occupied by this trespassing Alpha.

  Now it’s time to find out who he is.

  I drop down on all fours and crawl through the high grass, keeping my shoulders out of sight and my belly pressed to the ground like a snake. The earth has not had time to warm from the sun, and it is cool against my bare skin. The dewdrops dotting the grass wet my skin as I pass.

  On all fours, I prowl out of the grass and slink on to the porch without making a sound. My eyes and my nose are on full alert.

  Inside, the house is dark and quiet. Only a few knife-blades of morning sunlight are stabbing through the cracks in the boarded-up windows.

  The first floor is clear. I climb the stairs cautiously, avoiding every loose and creaky board by memory.

  I reach the second floor. Clear too. But the scent is getting stronger.

  The bastard is upstairs.

  Climbing one more set of steps, I reach the upstairs hallway. My muscles are tense as steel coils ready to spring. My body hairs are all on end, ready for a fight to the death. I drink in a deep, silent breath, then home in on the intruder’s scent.

  I freeze.

  Unbelievable. How did I not notice until now? There is a second scent, a faint odor, mostly hidden beneath the Alpha’s musk, but it’s there just the same, raw and feminine and sweet, like wild honey, like a flower begging to be pollinated.

  My cock bucks beneath my fur loincloth.

  There’s an omega here.

  And she’s in heat.

  Suddenly the house shudders with a deafening roar, and the wall to my left erupts in an explosion of plaster and splintered wood. The enemy Alpha flies through the dark opening, teeth bared and straining muscles trailing strips of rotting wallpaper.

  I barely have time to pivot and meet the attack. Our bodies connect with a harsh crack and we tumble backward, bursting through the wall on the other side of the corridor and into the adjacent room.

  The Alpha is strong and fierce, but I’m no stranger to fighting.

  Somersaulting backward, I kick the attacker off of me, sending him whirling across the room. He smashes against a window, knocking loose the boards, and a brilliant column of sunlight streams in, illuminating the room.

  I leap to my feet, preparing to turn and face my opponent, but something gives me pause—a tiny, feminine voice.

  “Dog?”

  A gust of air whirls in from the hole where we burst through the wall, bringing with it a swirl of dust and the pungent heat-reek of the omega.

  Instantly my pulse quickens even more from its already increased rate, and my cock goes ramrod straight beneath my loincloth, dribbling precum down my thigh.

  She is standing before me, peering in through the shattered wall, raising one arm to shield her eyes against the flood of sunlight.

  “Dog?”

  She is like no omega I have ever seen.

  Her hair is blond, so pale that it’s almost white. But it is not long and flowing like the females of our people. Instead her hair is cut short like a boy’s, and it shows the perfect, delicate shape of her skull. Her blue eyes, set above her lightly freckled cheeks are squinting against the light.

  But her face shows no sign of fear. Anxiety, perhaps. Concern. But not fear.

  Time seems to slow to a crawl as m
y eyes trail down her naked body, taking in the swell of heaving breasts with their pink peaks, and lower still to the small thatch of wheat-blond fur between her legs. She’s not completely nude, however. Around her neck, she wears a steel necklace with a pair of flat tabs, and her feet are shod in a pair of black boots, the leather and stitching of which are too straight and perfect to have been made by hand.

  I’ve seen boots like those just last night.

  The dead Outsider was wearing them.

  This omega is an Outsider?

  Operating on sheer instinctual lust, my body moves toward her. She bares her white teeth at me and hisses like a cornered cat. Something glints in the light, and I see that she has a knife in one hand.

  I grin.

  An Outsider and a warrior. This little omega is truly full of surprises.

  Her resistance does little to abate the stiffness of my cock. If anything, it just makes it painfully harder. It will not be satisfied until it has plunged deep inside of her and knotted her tight little omega cunt.

  “Stay back,” she threatens, pronouncing the words with a strange, Outsider accent that I can barely understand.

  She raises her other hand, and I see that she’s carrying a second weapon. I’ve never seen a weapon like this before, but I’ve heard about such things. It’s an Outsider weapon called a gun. It doesn’t look particularly dangerous to me.

  There is a little black hole in one end, and she points that straight at my chest.

  “Stay back,” she repeats. “I’ll shoot.”

  “Easy, little one,” I purr, taking another step toward her.

  She snarls at me, but the sound of my purring sends a change through her body. Her pupils dilate, the rosy buds of her nipples grow taut, and her knees wobble with weakness. And most of all, more of that heat-scent exudes from her sweet, wet slit, signalling her desperate need for a hard Alpha knot and a cuntfull of seed.

  A thunderous roar snaps me out of my lust.

  Shit, the tempting little omega had me so entranced, that I completely forgot about the enemy Alpha right here in this very room.