Marked Omega (Quarantine Omega Book 1)

by Lizzy Bequin

  “Have you seen the way he looks at me?”

  “I saw the way he looked at you when you were sick and unconscious, Lily. He looked like his heart was breaking again.”

  “Again?”

  “You don’t know what happened to him, do you?”

  “No. What do you mean?”

  Hannah shakes her head.

  “Alphas,” she mutters. “There’s a lot that I like about them, but sometimes I swear they think we’re supposed to be mind readers or something.”

  “Hannah, what happened to Hasker?”

  She frowns.

  “It happened before I came to the zone, so I’ve only heard about it second hand.” She sighs. “He used to be part of a different pack before he joined with Addom and Kadmon. And he had an omega mate too. She died. All of them died. It was outsiders.”

  My hand reflexively raises to cover my mouth.

  “You mean outsiders killed Hasker’s whole pack?” I ask.

  Hannah nods.

  “And it’s much worse for Alphas when they lose their mate. Their spirits are bonded at such a deep level, when that bond is broken, it leaves wounds that never heal.”

  A dull pain pulses behind my eyeballs, and my vision gets misty with tears.

  “No wonder Hasker hates me,” I mutter. “I’m an outsider.”

  Hanna places a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

  “He doesn’t hate you,” she says. “And besides, you’re not an outsider anymore. You’re an omega.”

  I give her a smile.

  “Thanks Hannah,” I say. “I’m so lucky to have found a friend like you here. I don’t know how I’d be able to deal without you.”

  She grins.

  “All right, all right,” she says. “Time to get out of this water. It’s making you all mushy. Come on.”

  CHAPTER 19: LILY

  Addom said that there was much to prepare, but it certainly doesn’t seem that way. Hannah and I just spend the whole day relaxing in the baths, getting out for a while whenever we start to become too pruny. At one point, Kadmon and one of Hannah’s Alphas bring us a tray of fruit to eat. I practically feel like an aristocrat in the upper level of the city hive with servants to wait on me hand and foot.

  It’s nice and relaxing and talking with Hannah. In fact, for a little while, I even forget my apprehension about what’s coming.

  But eventually, the day comes to an end, and the bath house darkens as the sun goes down outside the narrow, fogged windows.

  “It’s almost time,” Hannah says. “You need to get dried off.”

  She brings me a towel from a cabinet by the wall.

  “Hannah,” I ask. “Will there be other people there? Like…watching?”

  She nods, and a blush fills her cheeks. I remember that she just went through this process relatively recently.

  “There will be,” she says. “The claiming has been announced throughout the community, and everyone of age is welcome to attend.”

  She ruffles her own hair with a towel.

  “Considering that you’re an outsider, you can probably count on a large audience.” Her blush darkens. “At least, that was the case for me.”

  There are a million questions running through my mind, but I don’t even know where to begin, so I don’t bother to ask. Whatever happens happens. There’s no backing out now.

  “So, um…” I glance around the dimming bath hall. “Is there like…something I’m supposed to wear?”

  Hannah shakes her head.

  “No,” she says. “No clothes.”

  Okay. So it’s going to be that kind of ritual.

  A few minutes later another omega arrives to inform us that they are ready for me. Hannah and the other omega take my hands and lead me upstairs and down a series of broad corridors. At last we pass through a set of double doors of elaborately carved wood.

  The room on the other side is a large rectangular ballroom with galleries running around the sides and an upper balcony. The floor is covered with a deep green carpet of live moss, and a few faerie rings of mushrooms have sprouted. In the center there is a low circular dais, also covered in moss and ringed with burning candles.

  The light from the flickering flames only push the darkness back as far as the edge of the galleries, and even the high ceilings are mostly lost in the shadows, though I can see the twinkle of glass chandeliers overhead, and a flash of green curling vines.

  I have never seen anything like this in the city hives, though I have heard talk of such spectacular architecture in the upper levels. But those rooms would be new and well maintained by laborers and servants. They would have glossy, pristine floors and working electricity.

  This room, on the other hand, is undergoing the gradual process of reclamation by nature. And that gives it an eerie beauty beyond anything crafted by mortal hands.

  The ballroom seems to be silent at first, but soon I realize that is not the case, just as no place is ever truly silent. As we approach the dais in the middle, my ears pick up the rustle of furs and impatient shuffle of feet. Someone coughs in the wings.

  That’s when I see them. There must be dozens of them.

  No. Hundreds.

  They are dark forms, little more than silhouettes occupying the archways of the outer galleries and lining the bannister of the upper balcony. Alphas and omegas. Their mirrored eyes send back the candlelight in a greenish glow like the eyes of wolves.

  Goosebumps flare on my flesh.

  They are going to watch. They are going to look on while I am claimed. While my body is roughly used. While shameful gasps of pleasure are wrung from my helpless lips.

  “I can’t do this,” I whisper to Hannah as we near the dais.

  “You have no choice,” she answers. She squeezes my hand and adds, “And you can do it.”

  My chest feels tight with panic as I climb the three shallow steps up the dais. The moss is warm and soft beneath my bare soles. The heat from the candles warms my ankles briefly as we pass into the ring.

  Hannah gives my hand one more reassuring squeeze. I try to hold on to her, but she slips away. She and the other omega depart, descending the dais on opposite sides and blending into the deep shadows like ghosts.

  Now I’m alone.

  Alone and naked, my flesh lit by the flickering yellow glow of the candles. The gathered crowd, invisible but for their shining eyes, murmurs in anticipation like an audience before the overture of a concert.

  I turn, scanning my eyes around in a full circle. My pulse thunders in my ears.

  The murmur of the crowd drops off to almost total silence, and a moment later I understand why. Three dark and massive shapes stalk out from the darkness. They circle me with slow, deliberate, predatory steps, gradually closing in. Even before I see their faces, I know them by their smell and by their ways of moving.

  They are my Alphas, and they’ve come to claim me in the sight of the whole tribe.

  CHAPTER 20: ADDOM

  The omega has never looked more beautiful than she does right now.

  I don’t know what it is exactly. Perhaps it’s the way she is bottom-lit by the ring of candles surrounding her. Or maybe it is the way her lovely, round breasts heave with fear and excitement.

  She looks like prey, and I can’t deny that the feelings inside me now are something akin to the joy of the hunt.

  Hasker and Kadmon are circling too. I can sense their presence, even though I never take my eyes off of our quarry. As pack brothers, our minds are linked, but soon, once we have claimed our omega, that bond will be stronger than ever.

  Lily spins on her feet, looking at us each in turn as we approach. Her eyes are wide and dark like a young doe. My cock hoists instantly.

  Despite her trepidation, the omega’s body responds to my arousal. The air becomes thick with her heat scent. It’s wafting from her glands, from every warm recess of her body—from the hollow of her throat, from the pits of her arms, and of course, from that delicious little cunt hidd
en beneath her tuft of auburn curls.

  Her eyes lock with mine, reflecting the wavering light of the flames. Her soft lower lip, ripe with blood, trembles fearfully. My cock oozes precum and I have to strain to keep myself from spilling my seed just from her scent and her look.

  It is time to begin. We have waited long enough for this.

  “Brothers and sisters,” I call, my voice filling the great room. “I have come with my pack brothers Hasker and Kadmon to claim this omega before the eyes of the tribe. To bind her spirit to ours and increase our numbers with the seed of our loins.”

  We begin to climb the stairs, closing in on our innocent prey. Hasker and Kadmon have already begun purring. The sound is low and deep. The young naked omega shivers on the dais.

  “Do you accept our offering and grant us this claim?”

  The gathering erupts in howls and barks and roars of assent. Every claiming ceremony is an event, but tonight is especially interesting. The omega was once an outsider. There is only one other like her among our numbers.

  The crowd is eager to see us share her body. They are eager to watch as my pack brothers and I pump the fertile omega full of our seed and to hear her cries reverberating through the hall.

  But first we must make her docile. We must make her submissive. We must make her beg for it.

  As I reach the top of the dais, the omega backs away.

  “Addom,” she whispers.

  She backs up one step and yelps when she bumps into Hasker approaching her from behind, his hard cock prodding her rump. He grins and purrs more deeply. She turns again to face Kadmon, who is also closing in.

  And at last she turns back to me.

  “Addom,” she breathes, “We can’t do this. Not with everyone watching.”

  I don’t bother answering her. I’ve already learned that words are of little use with this omega. Instead, I must show her how wrong she is.

  Seizing her hair in my fist, I pull her body close and graze my lips on hers. Her nipples are pebble-hard against my chest. My fingers trail down her twitching belly to her hot cunt. Her slit is weeping with need. My fingers glide into her easily.

  “Addom!” she gasps.

  I silence her with a dominating kiss, savoring the sweet taste of her lips. I delve my tongue inside her, penetrating her mouth in time to the rhythm of my fingers down below. Soon she is moaning and whining into my mouth. Her walls clench around my fingers as she comes for the first time.

  I break our kiss and her head lolls back weakly as her eyelids flutter, lost in her orgasm.

  “Hoist her,” I command.

  Hasker and Kadmon respond immediately. They each take one of Lily’s shoulders as I stoop and wrap my hands around her legs. Then we raise her up, my companions supporting the omega’s upper body while I support her below. Her legs are spread and hanging over my shoulders.

  “Oh God,” she moans as Kadmon and Hasker begin lustily kissing and sucking her neck.

  I smile, taking a moment to watch my brothers feast on our whimpering omega.

  Then I bury my face between her legs, lapping her wet pussy and tight rear hole, and her whimpers turn to screams.

  CHAPTER 21: LILY

  This is beyond shameful. I’m coming on Addom’s tongue while hundreds of unknown eyes look on from the shadows.

  No matter how much I struggle to contain my bliss, it is useless. His soft lips suck my clit and his hard teeth nip me lightly. His rough tongue separates my folds and delves into my hole, licking me inside.

  Screams of pleasure erupt from my mouth as my body writhes and squirms in the Alpha’s arms.

  Everyone can see how much my body is enjoying this. Even if I could stifle my cries, the sharp peaks of my nipples would give me away. And then there is the slick flowing from my eaten hole. There is so much it drips to the moss like wax from the melting candles encircling us.

  “Does that feel good, Lily?” Kadmon purrs as he kisses my throat.

  “Yes!” I sob. “Oh God, don’t stop.”

  “Don’t worry, omega,” Hasker growls. “We’re just getting started.

  My hips buck as Addom draws another series of shocking orgasms from between my legs. My thighs squeeze his head as he feasts on me with raunchy wet sounds. Meanwhile the other two Alphas are unrelenting in their attention, kissing me, massaging my breasts and pinching my tender nipples.

  But I need more. I need to feel them deep inside me. Not just fingers and tongues. I need to be stretched and filled by those hard cocks and filled with cum again and again.

  “Say it, little one.” Hasker purrs in my ear. “Say what you want.”

  I press my lips together and shake my head, but a well-placed flick of Addom’s tongue sets me screaming again.

  “Say it,” Hasker hisses.

  I cannot contain it any longer. My needs are too strong, and I’m too weak.

  “Fuck me,” I whimper, looking right into Hasker’s scarred and brutal face. “I want you to fuck me.”

  I turn to Kadmon.

  “All of you,” I whisper.

  Hasker tilts my face back toward him.

  “Louder,” he growls. “I can’t hear you, omega.”

  “Fuck me,” I say louder this time, my voice quavering as Addom’s wet tongue draws circles around my tight anus. “Please I need to have you all inside me so bad. I need you to fuck me.”

  Hasker chuckles. His eyes glint cruelly.

  “Louder,” he snarls. “Say it so that all can hear.”

  Addom sucks my clit between his lips, swelling it and engorging it with blood. His tongue-tip strums me inside his mouth. Another hard orgasm wrenches me.

  “Fuck me!” I scream so loud it echoes through the ballroom. “Fuck me! Use me! Fill me with your seed!”

  Addom gives me one last long lick from crack to clit, and then he grins. His sharp, overdeveloped canines gleam in the wavering candlelight.

  “She’s ready,” he purrs.

  The three of them lower my body onto the soft moss. They stand, their hard cocks jutting over me as I wiggle and writhe. My body is so turned on now that I feel practically drunk with lust.

  “Fuck me,” I pant. “Please, I need it so bad.”

  I’m expecting Addom to mount me first. He’s the leader after all. But he surprises me, and apparently everyone else, when he turns to Kadmon.

  “Well,” Addom says. “What are you waiting for, boy?”

  CHAPTER 22: KADMON

  “What?” I barely manage to get the word out of my tight throat.

  “You heard me,” my pack leader growls. “Get down there and mount that omega, boy.”

  I’m certain my face is a mask of stupid shock right now, but I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Addom is the pack leader. He has the right to first claim of the omega.

  He reads my thoughts like an open book.

  “Yes,” he says. “I have the right to first claim. And I’m passing it on to you. It’s time for you to become a man.”

  “But—“

  Hasker’s hand claps my shoulder and presses me down toward the spread and writhing omega.

  “No buts, boy,” Hasker says with a snarling laugh. “Don’t you realize the gift you’re being given? Now get down there and fill that needy cunt.”

  He’s right. I don’t know why the hell I’m hesitating. I’ve wanted this since the moment we first laid eyes on Lily in that clearing. For days my cock has been aching to be drenched in her sweet nectar. My balls have burned with the desire to unload their contents into her sweltering depths.

  I drop to my knees on the mossy floor and position myself between Lily’s soft thighs which fall open for me without the least resistance. Her pink blossom of flesh glistens with her slick and Addom’s saliva.

  I lower myself onto her, and she folds her limbs around me as we kiss. I rock my hips, and my throbbing shaft glides along her groove, gathering her moisture as she rolls her hips and grinds into me.

  “Fuck me, Kadmon,” she whispe
rs through trembling lips. “I need you inside me right now.”

  Our hands meet between our legs. Our fingers fumble together as we both angle my erection toward her hole. Lily gazes up into my face. Her pupils are dilated wide with her heat.

  “This is my first time, Kadmon,” she hushes.

  I palm her cheek and kiss her lips tenderly. This is my first time too, but she doesn’t need to know that. I’ve played with other unbound omega’s before, but I’ve never gone all the way with anyone.

  Lily returns my kiss hungrily. She moans against my lips as my cock penetrates her entrance. My muscles tense as I struggle to hold myself back from releasing immediately. I sink into her slowly, savoring the soft slip of her channel around my shaft.

  “Oh fuck, you feel so good,” I groan.

  This is beyond anything I’ve imagined. The touch of a hand or even an omega’s eager mouth can’t begin to compare to the soft, slippery heat of her interior.

  “Ouch!”

  Lily winces as my cockhead thumps against her back wall. We both tilt our heads to look down at my throbbing dick that is impaling her. A few inches of my shaft remain, but there’s no room for that extra length inside, and I don’t want to hurt her.

  “You’re so long, Kadmon,” Lily giggles softly.

  She licks her palm and wraps her hand around the base of my shaft and begins stroking me there as I start to move inside her. On my second stroke, I take care to stop short before I bottom out again.

  But Lily winces and cries out again.

  “Did I hurt you?” I whisper. “Do you need me to stop?”

  “No,” she whines. “Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.”

  That’s all the confirmation I need. I pick up the tempo until I’m fucking her with a steady rhythm while she fists the base of my shaft. The double sensation of fucking her while she jacks me is nearly unbearable, and soon I can feel that tickle in the root of my cock.

  But the hardest part is looking down at her beautiful face as her eyes roll back and her delicate features twist in an expression of agonizing bliss. I swear I could come just from watching her do that.

  I know I won’t be able to contain my seed much longer, but I need to make my little omega come first. I need to hear her cry out as she climaxes on my cock.