Shared Omega (Quarantine Omega Book 2)

by Lizzy Bequin

  “Open up, little omega,” I purr. “Open for your Alpha.”

  I stroke her clitoris even more roughly, and she starts to climax, gushing hot fluid onto my pelvis and balls. She sobs with pleasure as she brushes her cheeks against the other Alphas’ cocks like a cat, smearing her own saliva onto her face.

  “Oh fuck, don’t stop,” she breathes.

  I lever my cock upward and press my tip to her hole. Her shuddering orgasm should have loosened her, but it’s still not enough. I’ve never seen an omega that was this damn tight before.

  My desperate need to be inside of her turns to rage.

  “I said open, damn you!”

  The omega cries out as the flat of my open hand spanks her ass, jolting her body. The other Alphas bow up again, baring their teeth once more, but the omega soothes them again with her mouth.

  “Open for your Alpha.” I roar again with another sharp smack, this time on the other cheek.

  “Make me,” she gasps between slurps.

  A wicked grin curls my mouth. So that’s how she wants it.

  I smack her again and again, jolting her body with each blow and reddening her tender skin to a beautiful rosy hue. The clap of flesh on flesh resounds off the ruined stone walls and out over the sunlit meadow.

  Source, it feels good dominating an Outsider this way. Humiliating her. Putting her in her place.

  And the omega is enjoying her punishment too.

  Or at least her body is enjoying it.

  She drops her head to the ground now, pressing her face to the earth like she’s praying. Her ass and wet cunt stick up in the air like an offering for my manhood. I test her entrance again with my finger, and I find that it has opened ever so slightly.

  Gripping my cock, I move into position.

  “Oh fuck!” the omega sighs in a weak shivery voice as I press into her.

  But her defiant little pussy still resists me. Part of me wants to force it inside her—to slam my cock home, splitting her in twain in the process, but something else makes me hold back.

  My release, however, cannot wait any longer.

  Pressing my pierced tip as far as it will fit into her narrow ring, I grip my shaft and begin to stroke, jacking myself off into her hole.

  To my surprise, her tiny hand reaches back, fondling my dangling balls while I pump my fist.

  “Yes,” she whispers. “Come inside my hole. Stain me with seed. Mark me.”

  Too late, I realize what’s happening.

  I’ve been duped.

  Their plan is to make me spill my load, and then, when I’m weakened, the Alphas will attack. Fuck, how could I have been so foolish?

  But the fact is, my brain has no choice in the matter. It’s raw instinct that rules me now, and I’m too far gone to resist. The sensations are overwhelming. The scent of the omega filling my nostrils. The hot moisture of her too-tight cunt. Her small, dextrous hand massaging and milking my balls.

  It’s too late.

  I let loose a roar as my balls tighten and my knot expands at the base of my cock. I can barely fit my tip inside the tight ring of the omega’s entrance, and it occurs to me what would have happened if I had knotted inside her.

  Source, it might have killed her.

  Beneath my fingers, a sudden pulse rushes along the length of my shaft, and then it comes—my hot seed shooting straight into her opening.

  “Yes,” the omega shouts, “Oh fuck, I can feel it, Kane.”

  The omega whines and growls like an animal as my fluid paints her inner walls. Her body reacts, shuddering with pleasure. Her hole expands ever so slightly, allowing another fraction of my tip inside.

  And I continue jacking furiously, pumping jet after jet of hot cum into her hole.

  “Mark me,” the omega moans again and again like a mantra. “Mark me, Kane, mark me…”

  A feeling of lust more intense than anything I’ve experienced surges over me. The world around me swirls into oblivion.

  I am deaf.

  I am blind.

  I am dead.

  When my senses finally return, everything is in commotion. The Alphas are snarling. The omega is making a sound that could be crying. She is upright now, the supple curvature of her spine pressed against my front.

  And as for me, I’m not making any sound at all.

  My teeth are clamped on the gentle slope where the omega’s neck meets her shoulder. My sharp canine fangs have punctured her skin. The coppery tang of blood warms my tongue.

  With a grunt, I pull back and stare in horror at the mark I have made on her flesh.

  What have I done?

  I have marked her.

  I have marked an Outsider.

  Source forgive me.

  Down below, my cock spurts a few residual ropes onto the grass as my balls finally deplete themselves of their payload. The muscles of my legs feel numb and weak. I topple backward onto the ground, gripping the omega, dragging her back with me so that she ends up sprawled supine on top of me.

  “Dog!” she pants. “Now!”

  Just as I thought. Their plan all along was to weaken me so they could attack. I only have myself to blame for this.

  As the Farlander looks on, Dog leaps forward with a snarl, and my sluggish muscles try to tense up in anticipation of his attack.

  But it’s not me that takes the brunt of his aggression.

  It’s the omega.

  CHAPTER 20: SLOANE

  Dog throws himself on top of me with a vicious snarl, and I wonder exactly what I have unleashed.

  His mouth and hands seem to be everywhere at once—my mouth, my neck, my breasts and between my legs where my hole is running with the seed of the other Alpha warrior whom I’m sprawled on top of like a hard, living mattress.

  Kane groans beneath me, listless from his expenditure. Dog, on the other hand, is taking me in a whirlwind of furious lust, and he’s holding nothing back.

  His animalistic aggression frightens me, and those two words, “stand down,” are hovering on the tip of my tongue.

  But I choke them back.

  This needs to be done. It is all part of my plan, and now that we’ve started, it’s necessary to see it through. Kane’s mark burns like fire on my shoulder. Before we’re through here, two more marks will be added to my flesh.

  But that’s just a justification.

  The truth is, I need this.

  I need this more than I’ve ever needed anything. My body is crying out to be claimed and marked by all three of these Alphas. Every cell and molecule of my being is screaming to be shared and used roughly.

  To be broken.

  To be ruined.

  To be stained with Alpha seed inside and out.

  And that’s exactly what my body is going to get. But it’s not going to be easy. It’s not going to be gentle. Ever since my body started changing, Dog’s instinct has been to fuck me and breed me. He’s held back because of his conditioning and his commitment to the mission.

  But he’s not holding back anymore.

  I toss my head back against Kane’s thick shoulder and cry out as Dog ravages my tender body. His strong hands squeeze and knead my flesh. He pinches my erect nipples between the pads of his fingers, bringing my pleasure right up to the precipice of pain.

  “Oh God,” I scream over and over again. It’s as if I can’t form any other sentence. My mind is overloaded with sensory stimuli.

  “Sloane,” Dog growls against my throat. It’s not that soft, soothing purr from before. It’s the sound of a starving predator devouring its prey. “Omega…”

  His mouth works over my throat, sucking my hot flesh so hard I’d swear he’s trying to draw blood. Each rough kiss lingers with a scalding pain. He nips at me. His sharp fangs graze my neck and clip the lobes of my ears.

  “Mark me,” I gasp between heaving breaths. “Mark me, Dog…”

  But he’s not ready to mark me just yet.

  His hips are nestled tightly between my spread thighs, and his
long, throbbing erection is gliding along my vulva, smearing the mixture of semen and arousal fluid that is oozing out of me.

  Dog’s head nudges against my opening. There is a pressure as he starts to push.

  “Wait,” I pant as I realize what’s about to happen. “I can’t. You’re too big.”

  His girthy cock is definitely going to split me in two.

  “Dog, stand…”

  But I don’t finish. I don’t complete the command. Something inside makes me hold my tongue.

  Dog thrusts into me hard, sheathing his massive pole balls-deep inside me.

  “Oh fuck!” My shout bounces off the ruined walls around us.

  The tendons of my inner pelvis strain to accommodate his girth. The blunt club of his head presses against my back wall. I whine at the way he is stretching my hole. I can’t believe it. He’s inside me—all the way inside me.

  Underneath, Kane steadies me with his hands. He purrs at my ear, and the sound melts the tension from my body.

  The load that Kane spurted inside just a minute ago, along with the other doses Dog and Truk gave me in the previous days, have changed my body, allowing my entrance to do the impossible and accept Dog’s thick penis.

  “Good omega,” Dog rumbles on top of me.

  Dog starts to move inside of me, fucking me with his hard dick. His thrusts are lubricated with a mixture of Kane’s load churned with my own thick cervical fluid, and his cock glides easily, despite the tightness of my channel.

  This is really happening.

  I’m getting fucked.

  And I’m getting fucked hard.

  My naked, sweat-slick body jolts on top of Kane’s muscular torso as Dog slams into me again and again, using his cock like a battering ram. Those rough impacts break down an invisible dam inside me, and when it crumbles, a flood of intense pleasure courses through my body.

  “Yes,” I scream. “Oh fuck yes!”

  I scream so loud and long I’m sure the Alphas in the city can hear me, but I don’t give a fuck. I know that all of this is being recorded on my neural chip so those voyeuristic scientists can spy on our activities, but I don’t care about that either.

  The force of the orgasm is too strong to care about anything else.

  My muscles tense and relax in rolling waves of ecstasy. My toes curl. My fingernails bite into the meat of Dog’s muscular back, and he grunts like a rutting beast on top of me.

  “Fuck me,” I shout over and over again. “Fuck me, Dog. Fuck me…”

  And fuck me he does, ravaging me with his plunging cock while Kane hold’s me steady on top of him. I’m stuffed and sandwiched between two brutal Alphas. I should be ashamed, and I’m sure I will be later, but for now all I can do is give myself over to the hurricane of sensations.

  But still I need more.

  Truk is leaning against the broken wall, gazing down at me with a sexy smirk on his face. His fist is slowly stroking his magnificent cock as he watches me get pounded by his new comrade.

  I reach out one hand toward the wild, blond Alpha, beckoning him.

  “Let me suck it,” I moan, my voice hiccuping with the jolts of Dog’s rough fucking. “Please, I need to taste you.”

  Truk grins and bobs his hard cock enticingly above me.

  “Is this what you want?” he chuckles.

  I pout at him.

  “Truk,” I whine. “Don’t tease me, please.”

  He gives in, stepping from the wall and kneeling beside my face. I lick my lips as I stare at the glistening, plump head. Right now it looks like the most delicious thing I’ve ever seen.

  With one hand clamped around my neck, Kane supports my head as I lean up, and Truk slides his dick between my open lips. The blond Alpha rolls his hips, fucking his dick in and out of my mouth while Dog fucks my pussy.

  So filthy. So wrong.

  I pull my mouth off of Truk’s pulsating dick with a dirty slurp.

  “Dog,” I gasp wetly, “Don’t knot inside me, please. I can’t take it.”

  It’s true. The incredible circumference of his cock is already stretching me to my very limits. If that knot were to expand inside me, I think it might just burst me open.

  Whether Dog comprehends my request in his frenzied, feral state, I can’t tell. He certainly gives me no signs, and the pace of the intense fucking that he’s giving my poor little pussy doesn’t slacken one bit.

  I’m tempted, once again, to use those magic words—stand down—but I’m worried that would make him stop completely, and I don’t want that.

  I want him to finish. I want him to come inside my hole and mark me with his fangs.

  “Please,” I moan as another impending orgasm shivers my voice. “Your knot. I can’t…”

  Dog tosses back his head and howls, long and loud, the veins popping out along the straining tendons of his powerful neck. His cock pulses inside me, and more sticky warmth floods my insides.

  And I feel something hard and swollen thumping against the outside of my vulva with each pump.

  Thank God, his knot is on the outside. My words got through to him, and he didn’t knot inside me.

  I realize how much restraint that took on his part and I am grateful.

  But I’m even more grateful for the intense, shuddering climax that wracks my body as Dog fills me up with his seed. His fluid churns and mixes with what is left of the massive load that Kane already spurted into me.

  Two Alphas have come inside me now.

  This is beyond risky.

  I tell myself it’s for the mission. I tell myself it’s for the plan. But I can’t lie to my own body. It knows exactly what it needs.

  It needs hot seed. It needs virile Alpha fluid.

  With a wild canine sound, Dog chomps his mouth around my shoulder. I cry out in pain as he brands me with his fangs, placing his mark on my flesh next to Kane’s.

  I gasp again as Dog’s cock slips out, and he rolls off me exhausted. My body is weak and trembling from his rough use and multiple intense orgasms. I could almost fall asleep just like this on top of Kane, marked and filled by two Alphas.

  But I’m not finished yet.

  A pair of powerful and calloused hands hoist my body high off the ground, limp as a broken doll. Long silken hair brushes my skin. A hungry face rubs my flesh, snuffling me and lapping my sweat as he carries my dead weight over to the broken wall.

  “Truk,” I mumble.

  The feral Alpha leans me back against the wall. His strong hands grip my butt to support me as his hard, rounded cockhead nudges against my entrance which is overflowing with seed and my own thick fluid. The mixture falls out of me in thick globs and splatters on the ground.

  “Please,” I whimper. “Be gentle, I—“

  But Truk isn’t gentle. He’s a wild one, a stray, and doesn’t have Dog’s thorough conditioning. Lost as he is in his fever of lust, his passion whipped into a frenzy by the other two Alphas, my pleas fall on deaf ears.

  Truk takes me, and he takes me roughly.

  With a hard thrust of his pelvis, his long, hot cock penetrates upward into my already thoroughly used pussy. There is a wet sound as more sticky fluid spills around his shaft, making room for his thick meat.

  “Oh fuck,” I moan weakly as he plunges into me again and again, fucking me every bit as hard as Dog did.

  There’s nothing I can do. My arms are too weak even to steady myself on his muscular shoulders. It doesn’t matter. Truk is strong enough to bear my weight as he uses my limp body like his own personal fuck toy, all the while grunting and growling like a horny animal.

  What little breath I have left is taken away when he seizes my mouth in a bruising kiss.

  His tongue slips inside my mouth and rolls against mine. He is penetrating me above and below.

  When he finally breaks the kiss, I’m left gasping desperately, too weak to even beg for mercy from this savage Alpha.

  He gyrates his hips, stirring his cock around my insides as if he is trying to core my al
ready stretched hole even wider. He is applying hard pressure to every inch of my inner tissues—the walls of my channel conforming tightly around his shaft, the tender lump on my front wall that is tingling with the onset of yet another explosive orgasm, and my cervix, which is slathering even more of its thick cream onto his blunt head.

  “Good,” Truk groans in a voice that sounds half mindless with lust. “Feels so good.”

  It feels good for me too. In fact, it feels amazing. But my pleasure is seasoned with more than a dash of pain as his too-big cock stretches my opening and the rough rockcrete wall scuffs and abrades my back.

  And then there are the two searing marks that Kane and Dog made on my flesh.

  Now it’s Truk’s turn to complete the process.

  When it’s all done, my body will be owned and shared by this motley trio of Alphas. Theirs to protect and theirs to use as they please.

  Before that happens, though, I must make one request of the wild Alpha who is ravaging me against this wall.

  “Truk.” My words come out weak and breathless. “Truk, don’t knot me. I can’t take it.”

  His thrusting quickens. His grunts become louder. His muscles striate with tension in preparation for his oncoming release.

  “Knot,” he growls.

  Again, I’m reminded, Truk is not like Dog. I can’t command him to stand down. I don’t have any safe word to protect me from his brutal ravishment. And right now, the human part of his brain is switched off, and his raw animal instinct is running the show.

  He’s going to knot me, and I’m going to have to take it, whether I’m ready or not.

  I cry out one more time, my tone high-pitched with panic.

  “Truk please, I—“

  My words are cut off by a sharp yelp of surprise, my eyes, drooping with exhaustion until now, fly open in shock as the hard knot at the base of his cock expands inside me.

  “Oh fuck,” I moan.

  The pressure of his knot is too intense to bear, and yet I have to bear it. My instinct is to pull away, but if I tried to do that now, I’m sure it would rip me apart.

  We are locked together, meat inside of meat.

  Mercifully, every bit of pain is erased by the pulverizing orgasm that crashes through me an instant later. The climax is too much for my exhausted body to handle, and I nearly pass out from the sensation. I’m only vaguely conscious of Truk’s bestial roar and my own shrill screams of fright and pleasure. My mind is only dimly aware of the rush of sticky heat as Truk’s cock pulses inside me, adding his seed to that of the other two Alphas.