Shared Omega (Quarantine Omega Book 2)

by Lizzy Bequin

  He’s trying to hurt me with his cock.

  The problem is that it’s not working. The problem is that it feels really good. Too good.

  The darkness of the great hall fills with the melody of my uncontrollable moans rising and falling over the harsh drum beat of Kane’s tautly muscled pelvis pummeling against my backside.

  That part does hurt. Each hard thrust seems to loosen every bone in my body, and I can already tell that my tush is going to be black and blue from the beating it’s taking tonight. But that pain only serves to accentuate the even greater pleasure I’m experiencing inside.

  “Harder,” I moan, too far gone to be ashamed of what is happening to me. “Fuck me harder, Kane.”

  I’m pleading and taunting at the same time. I shouldn’t be doing either one, but I can’t seem to help myself. My body needs this.

  “Hurt me…break me…”

  The Alpha responds to my pleas in force.

  I feel every detail of his member sliding in and out of my forbidden hole. My channel conforms tightly around every vein and ripple of his shape.

  He fucks me deep, his long cock plunging into the limitless depths of me.

  The harder Kane slams into me, the more I whine and moan with pleasure. And the more I moan, the angrier Kane becomes, causing him to try and punish me even harder with his cock.

  It is a vicious cycle. The cadence and the force of his thrusts increase to a frenzied level, causing a sensation of raw bliss to well up deep within my guts.

  “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” I whine.

  My voice jolts and stutters with the violence of Kane’s fucking. My fingers claw at the carpet of moss, ripping it up in strips.

  This shouldn’t feel this good. My rear hole isn’t meant to be used this way. But somehow my new omega physiology has transformed my body so much that I can come in ways I never thought possible.

  Kane, sensing my onrushing explosion of pleasure, holds back.

  “Who is your Alpha?” Kane demands.

  “You are,” I whimper, my sweat-slick cheek pressed against the ripped up pillow of moss.

  “Who does your body belong to?”

  I let out a desperate, needy sound, and my rectum clenches around him as if begging to be allowed its orgasmic release.

  “You do.” I dart my eyes between Dog and Truk, who are standing now on either side. “All three of you.”

  Kane rumbles with satisfaction behind me and buries himself deep in my bowels.

  “The prove it, omega. Take your Alpha’s knot.”

  I yelp as the base of his shaft balloons inside, locking his cock into my ass and stretching my tight hole even more.

  “Oh fuck!” I howl. “Oh fuck, Kane!”

  I scream it over and over again like a mindless mantra, my voice transitioning from shock, to pain, to intense pleasure as one more new sensation is added to the mix.

  Sticky warmth coats my insides. Kane is spilling inside me.

  My ultra-sensitive channel can feel every spurt of his hot, thick load as he fills me with his seed. And each new stream of his cum brings on an intense anal orgasm—climax after shivering climax in rapid succession. My screams trail off into wordless moans and my butthole cinches tight around his hard knot as if trying to milk his abundant fluid.

  Kane rocks back onto his haunches. His embracing arms pull me back with him so that I end up sitting in his lap, leaning back, his hard knot still firmly locked in place.

  That’s when I remember, I’m not finished yet.

  Not even close.

  I have two more Alphas to go, and the first one is stepping forward right now.

  It is Dog. His intense eyes are boring straight through me, and his hard cock is jutting toward me, bouncing with each slow step he takes.

  “Dog,” I rasp. “Dog, please fuck me…”

  CHAPTER 28: DOG

  God, Sloane looks so beautiful.

  I’ve never seen her look better than she does right now, impaled on Kane’s knotted cock. Her face and neck are flushed and glowing with a sheen of sweat. Her perfect breasts heave up and down with the expansion and contraction of her lungs. The motion of her hard nipples is hypnotizing.

  Perfection. She is absolute perfection.

  I step forward, straddling her and Kane’s legs. She gazes up at me with eyes that are dilated to near total blackness with her estrus. They gleam like orbs of obsidian in the candles’ glow.

  “Fuck me, Dog,” she begs again, lips trembling. “I need your hard cock so fucking bad.”

  I need her too. And I’m going to take her, deep and long. Every fiber of my Alpha muscle is screaming with the primal instinct to fling myself on top of her. To fuck her hard and knot her oozing cunt.

  But I hold back.

  I’m going to savor this.

  Cupping my hands around her buzz-cut blonde head, I tilt her face downward. Her eyes drop from my face and focus instead on my erect member. I’m so fucking hard right now that my dick is practically jumping with each beat of my heart. Her eyes go crossed as she focuses on my bobbing tip.

  “Is this what you need, omega?”

  She nods and reaches forward, clasping my buttocks for support as she takes my dick between her soft lips, moaning lightly as she sucks my head. Her darting tongue licks my precum and tickles my sensitive V, making me groan with pleasure.

  “Fuck that feel so good,” I growl.

  Part of me wants to savagely fuck her face the way I did that night in the abandoned house. But I restrain myself. I’m saving this load for her cunt.

  For her womb.

  Holding her head, I unsheathe my length from her mouth. My shaft is wet and shiny with her saliva. Thin strings droop from her lips to my tip.

  She looks up at me again with an expression of desperation and fragility that weakens my knees and sets my balls to aching.

  “Dog,” she whimpers. “Please…”

  I lean her back, and Kane helps to support her from behind. I lower my hips until my hard, wet dick is pressed against her tits. I rock my pelvis a few times, sliding my underside against her sternum.

  My hand caresses her cheek. My thumb strums her supple bottom lip.

  “God, you’re so fucking beautiful it hurts,” I groan.

  I feel her heartbeat quicken against my cock.

  “Please…”

  She’s begging for it. She just got fucked hard in the ass by Kane, and his dick is still knotted in her backside, but she needs more.

  I’m finally beginning to understand the vastness of this omega’s appetite.

  When we first encountered Truk, and then Kane, I didn’t want to share her body with them. But now that’s changed. Seeing her like this, spitted on Kane’s pole, excites me more than I would have thought possible.

  She needs more than what one single Alpha can offer.

  And she deserves more too.

  So much more.

  She deserves to be shared, and that’s exactly what she’s going to get.

  But that doesn’t mean I’m going to rush. Hell no. I’m going to take my time with this one. I’m going to enjoy her perfect, soft body.

  Cupping the supple mounds of her breasts, I squeeze them together around my cock and begin to fuck her cleavage, the motion greased by the lubrication of her warm saliva still clinging to my shaft.

  I pinch her nipples hard, making her squeal.

  “Dog!”

  She dips her face and lightly sucks and licks my tip at the top of each stroke before I pull it back.

  A wave of wonder passes over me at the way our bodies fit so precisely in every configuration. The way my hard cock slots perfectly between her breasts. The way her lips are just right for wrapping around my crown.

  She’s a treasure. A perfect treasure to be protected at all costs.

  And tonight she’s mine to own.

  Mine to fuck.

  Mine to knot.

  I lower my hips further. My cock draws a glistening line of saliva an
d precum down her belly, and lower still to her wide open blossom of flesh slick with dew.

  “Is this where you need me?”

  She worries her plush bottom lip with her hard white teeth and nods. Her eyes are like black sapphires.

  “Mm-hm,” she whines.

  I grip her plump hips in one hand and my stiff cock in the other and lever my tip into place so it’s aligned with her hole. When I push against her, she offers no resistance. Her well-trained omega pussy swallows my cockhead with slick ease. Her nether lips flutter and squeeze around me like a sucking mouth. I groan with enjoyment.

  “Fuck me,” she hisses between clenched teeth. Behind her, Kane is growling, his cock still plunged deep in her ass.

  I gyrate my hips slowly at first, just fucking my tip in and out of her hole. She gasps and whines at my teasing, thrusting her hips forward in an attempt to take me deeper, but she can’t move far with her sweet little butt plugged by Kane’s hard knot.

  “Dog,” she pouts.

  I grin and give her a few more shallow strokes. Then, when I see that she has let her guard down and isn’t expecting it, I thrust hard, sinking my member balls-deep in her sweltering cunt and parking my blunt head against her creamy back wall.

  She tosses back her head and yowls, as I plunge myself again and again into her hot, wet depths.

  CHAPTER 29: SLOANE

  I’m getting fucked hard while my ass is plugged with an Alpha knot.

  The two massive dicks inside me are rubbing together deep inside. It reminds me of silk being rubbed between a thumb and a forefinger. Only this is not silk—it’s the tender, inner membranes of my body.

  I’m being fucked and shared by two Alphas at once.

  Two long, hard Alpha cocks stretching and pumping both of my holes.

  And yet, somehow, I’m still hungry for more.

  “Truk,” I mumble weakly.

  My voice is stuttering from the rhythmic jolting of Dog’s thrusting member.

  I cast my eyes around the dark room, but I don’t see Truk. I smell him—his thick, forest scent fills my nostrils—but I don’t see him.

  Massive hands clasp the sides of my skull.

  Strong hands. Rough hands.

  My head tilts backward and I find myself staring up at the muscular savage. He is gazing down at me with wicked intent, blond hair dangling down around his shadowed face. Jewel-like eyes blaze beneath a hard, heavy brow.

  “Here I am, my omega.”

  Something hot and smooth brushes against my cheeks. I whimper and turn my head, letting the long, throbbing shaft of Truk’s dick slide along my mouth, curling back my lower lip. His smooth balls, heavy with seed, drag over my face. I kiss and lick his genitals, letting the hot animal reek fill my senses.

  My heat rises, consuming me like a raging fire.

  “Truk…”

  My voice sounds funny and slurred from the stone-hard cock sawing across my mouth and bending my lips. My tongue darts out, tasting the salt-sweat of his skin.

  I lick the thumping underside of his shaft. I lick the sexy little seam of his big sac. I suck one of his dangling, egg-like balls into my mouth, relishing the taste and feel as I roll my tongue around it.

  “Oh fuck you feel so good,” Truk groans.

  I release his nut from my lips with a popping sound. Saliva wets my cheeks, just as my other messy fluid is coating my crotch and butt and wide open thighs where Kane and Dog are both fucking me.

  “Open your mouth,” Truk growls.

  I do as he says, opening wide for him. He tilts my head back and stands over me, angling his hips so he can slide the tip of his dick into my mouth. He fucks my face upside down, going slowly at first, inching his length deeper and deeper inside me.

  The angle is uncomfortable, but it allows Truk’s long cock to slide so deeply down my throat. He sinks into me until his heavy balls are dangling against my face and his penis is sheathed deep in my esophagus.

  My gag reflex kicks in. My throat convulses. I start to choke, and a wave of panic rushes through me.

  “Relax,” Truk purrs.

  I whine around the thick member filling my mouth and my throat. How the hell am I supposed to relax with three Alpha dicks buried inside me? I struggle to move, but my body is totally enslaved to them, the masters of my three holes.

  “Relax,”

  Truk’s hand grips my throat firmly but gently. His palm moves with a stroking motion, relaxing the muscles of my neck that are bulging from the pressure of his flesh in my gullet.

  “Take my cock.”

  The combination of his hand and his purring releases something inside me, and I relax, breathing through my nose and letting his hard length slide in and out of my throat with ease.

  Well, perhaps ease is not the right word.

  Nothing about this is easy. I’m contorted backward like an acrobat. I’m bent like a martyr on the rack, totally at the mercy of my three Alpha torturers.

  The pack is sharing me. They are using me like their little communal fuck toy for the whole gathered crowd to witness. Everyone can see my stretched holes oozing with wetness as the Alphas’ pulsating members pump in and out.

  I’ve never known such fullness. I never even knew it was possible.

  Three savage voices purr and snarl around my tormented and penetrated body.

  “Yes. Take it. Take it all like a good omega.”

  The swirl of sensations is too much. These three beasts are invading my flesh. Their hands are everywhere on me. Dog reaches up, his hand molding one of my bouncing breasts. At the same time, Truk reaches down and squeezes the other. Kane’s hands, meanwhile, roughly knead the flesh of my ass which is still plugged with his knot.

  Kane grunts and begins to spurt inside me again, filling my forbidden channel with a second load.

  Dog follows immediately after. His knot forms just inside my entrance, and my ring cinches around him as he starts to gush. His howls of hot release echo through the chamber.

  A moment later, Truk’s knot balloons inside my mouth. I have to open even wider to take it, and my jaw aches from exertion. His cock pulses, emptying his load straight down my esophagus.

  I feel a faint twinge of regret that I don’t get to taste. He is buried so deep in my face, that every shot is sliding straight into my stomach.

  This is insane.

  The sensation of fullness is nearly unbearable.

  I’m being fucked and knotted by three feral Alphas…

  I lose myself in the throes of innumerable spasmodic orgasms, each one more intense and toe curling than the next. My mind passes in and out of consciousness as I come again and again.

  It is a long time before their knots finally abate and they slide out of me wetly, spilling a mess of churned fluid from every hole. My body is weak, and I go to collapse, but six strong arms support me, lowering me gently to the mossy dais.

  There is no sound in the room now. All of the watchers have left.

  It’s just me and my three Alphas.

  My masters.

  My protectors.

  My pack.

  They curl their bodies around me, cradling me and enveloping me with the warm blanket of their breath. My body is a mess of different fluids—sweat, spit, semen, and my own thick and slippery arousal.

  Naked, used, and exhausted, I pass into slumber, surrounded by the rhythm of three strong and dominant hearts.

  PART FOUR:

  THE MESSAGE

  CHAPTER 30: TRUK

  The slender beam of Sloane’s flashlight stabs into the darkness, probing and licking the carved wall of the ancient mineshaft tunnel.

  The passageway snakes through the bowels of the earth, curving gently as it goes. It is roughly circular, cored into the solid stone by some enormous machine over a century ago. Every twenty yards or so, the roof is supported by rusted metal girders to ward off a collapse. Suspended from some of these girders, upside-down bats blink blindly at our intrusion.

  The air is cool
. The sound of trickling water reverberates through the depths.

  Sloane’s light falls upon a split up ahead where the tunnel branches off in two directions.

  “Which way?” She asks at my shoulder.

  Even though she’s whispering, her voice still echoes through the tunnels. She is dressed once more in her white shirt, black shorts, and boots.

  “Left,” I answer, leading us onward.

  I could easily traverse these mineshafts in pitch blackness if I wanted, operating solely off memory, touch and sound. In fact, I have done exactly that a hundred times or more, to the point where the network of ancient tunnels is mapped in my brain.

  Nevertheless, the light helps my omega keep her footing, which is all that matters.

  Behind me, on the other side, Dog follows closely. He is silent, as he usually is, his nose snuffling continuously, searching the air for even the faintest trace of danger. I have come to respect his discipline, focus, and caution.

  He is a valuable ally, and he shares my desire to protect our precious omega.

  Taking up the rear is Kane. The Alpha warrior still doesn’t trust me. He has positioned himself at the back in order to keep watch for an ambush from behind.

  He still considers me a Farlander.

  But he will see. I will prove my fealty to the tribes of the ruins.

  I have already taken the first steps toward becoming a true tribesman, as has Dog. Our bodies now bear steel piercings, symbolic decorations that we acquired in a ceremony following our mating ritual. The ceremony was performed in the chamber of the Source so that its power could instantly heal the piercings that would otherwise take months.

  Dog’s piercings include a heavy steel ring through his septum and two more through the lobes of both ears. The Alphas believe that the Source grants the wearers of these rings heightened senses of smell and hearing.

  My piercings are through my nipples, symbolic of the courage in my heart.

  And of course, we both received piercings in one other place as well.

  Our cocks.

  Sloane is pierced now too. Her piercings match ours and are meant to symbolize and strengthen her bond to each member of the pack. The ring through her eyebrow binds her to Kane. The one through her nostril binds her to Dog. And the one through her nipple, my favorite, is the one that binds her to me.