Chapter 6
“Have you ever seen such a needy little omega?” Knar asks.
“Never,” Bjor answers.
Renn doesn’t say anything. His mouth is already busy with a different task.
The alpha snarls as he feasts on me, and I can feel the vibrations rumbling deep between my legs. His wet tongue separates my folds, lapping hungrily at my entrance, drinking my slick directly from the source. Based on the noises he’s making, it sounds like he’s enjoying it as much as I am.
And I’m making plenty of noises myself.
My head whips back and I howl like an animal as the first brutal climax courses through my body. It does nothing to extinguish my need, however. If anything, it only makes it burn brighter.
I thrust my hips, grinding my pussy against the alpha’s hungry mouth, begging—no, demanding more.
Above me, Knar chuckles.
“So very, very needy…”
He reaches down and plucks at the flimsy leather cord holding my top closed. I tied it in place after the Farlander cut it, but now it gives with a tug. The outfit bursts open, and my breasts jostle free.
I feel Knar’s dick throb beneath his loincloth.
“Fuck,” he says. “Look how hard those nipples are.”
“Just begging to be sucked,” says Bjor. “Guess we’d better give ’em what they want.”
The big alpha lowers his face to my chest. His beard feels rough and scratchy against my soft skin, but his lips are warm and wet. They latch around me and start to suckle.
“Daddy!”
My cry sounds scandalized, but my body is sending other signals. My arm wraps around Bjor’s head, and my fingers clutch his hair, holding him in place—as if my tiny muscles could ever make such a big strong alpha do my bidding.
Not that it matters, I suppose. Bjor gives no indication of stopping anytime soon. He is devouring me every bit as hungrily as Renn, grunting like a wild beast as he draws my nipple deep inside his mouth, along with a good-sized portion of my breast.
“Oh fuck,” I breathe. “Oh fuck…”
Fingers clutch my hair—Knar’s—and give it a chastising tug.
“Language,” the pack leader growls.
For a moment, I just stare up at him in disbelief.
Surely he can’t be serious, chiding me for using bad words at a time like this.
His expression says otherwise. I open my mouth to say something defiant, but before I can think of anything clever, Renn’s tongue hits me just right, and I start to scream instead. Knar studies my face as I come.
“Do you like that?” he asks, once the orgasm has passed. “Do you like getting your tits and cunt eaten by your alphas?”
I blush at my pack leader’s dirty questions—then scowl at his hypocrisy.
“What was that about language?” I ask.
“My pack, my rules.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Nobody said it was.”
“And what if I do cuss?” I ask. “What are you gonna do about it?”
“I’m gonna punish you, long and hard.”
I smile sweetly.
“Fuck you, daddy.”
“That does it…”
His fist tightens in my hair, and he jerks me upright on his lap. His lips crash against mine, and he claims my mouth in a hot, wet kiss I can feel all the way down between my legs. Our tongues writhe together like animals mating. Our hungry moans mingle into one sound.
Below, Renn shifts his focus to my clitoris.
He sucks it between his lips, the same way Bjor is sucking my nipple, swelling the hypersensitive bud until it feels like it will explode inside his mouth.
He flicks it with his tongue until I start to come, not just a single orgasm, but a series, each one spilling over into the next until it feels as if I might die from pleasure. Knar swallows my cries.
When it’s finally over, I am left hot and panting on my pack master’s lap. My crotch is a wet mess of slick and saliva. My blood is pumping fast.
And my heat…
My heat isn’t even close to finished.
“You’ve been a bad little omega,” Knar says. “Are you ready to start being a good girl?”
I bite my lip and nod.
“I want to be so good for you,” I whisper. Then I look around at the other alphas. “For all of you.”
Knar nods approvingly.
“Good. You can start by giving your daddies a kiss.”
That’s something I’ve done plenty of times before, but never quite like this—never mouth to mouth. I do Bjor first. His beard tickles, and I giggle into his lips. Then Renn. His mouth is still stained with my slick, and his tongue tastes like me.
Knar kisses me last, not quite as hard as the first time, but every bit as deeply. His stiff arousal pushes against my butt.
“Now,” he says. “Get on your knees.”
“What?”
“I thought you were being a good girl, Eri. When your pack leader says he wants you on your knees, he expects you to obey.”
And I do.
Without another word, I slide off the alpha’s lap and get on my knees in front of him. It isn’t my will that puts me there. It’s my heat.
“That’s better,” Knar says.
He stands up, and the others stand with him. Three massive alphas towering above their kneeling omega. Normally, I would feel safe with them surrounding me, but right now I feel more like prey. I lick my lips in nervous anticipation.
Knar is the first to undress. It doesn’t take him long. His fingers unfasten the knot on his hip, and his loincloth falls away with a whisper of leather sliding against smooth skin. The gasp that comes out of me is nine parts desire and one part fear.
Confession time: this isn’t the first time I’ve seen what Knar is packing beneath his loincloth.
I am a bad little omega, after all. On more than one occasion, I’ve spied on my alpha daddies pissing in the forest, marking the boundaries of their territory.
But I’ve never seen any of them quite like this: hard and ready for mating.
“Source help me…”
For a moment, all I can do is stare gape-mouthed at that engorged member.
The long, thick shaft juts out at an angle, jumping slightly with the alpha’s pulse.
Plump veins cover it like vines around the trunk of a tree.
The smooth pink head glistens like a polished stone. A steel ring gleams from the tip.
The sound of shuffling leather pulls my attention away.
I look at the other two males. They have both followed their pack leader’s example and disrobed. Now all three of them are standing around me, naked, pierced, and fully aroused.
And big. So very, very big.
“Well,” Knar says. “What are you waiting for, little omega? Renn just made you come with his mouth. Now it’s time to return the favor.”
I turn my attention to the youngest alpha’s erection. It isn’t quite as thick as Knar’s, but it’s every bit as long, and every bit as hard. His piercing is a steel bead on the upper ridge of his cockhead. It’s so close I could lick it.
“I… I don’t know what to do.”
“You tellin’ us you’ve never pleasured an alpha before?” Knar asks. “Hard to believe, considering how boy-crazy you seem to be.”
“No,” says Renn. “She’s telling the truth. She’s not boy-crazy at all. Not really. Like I said before, she was just stringing those punks along to get under our skin.” He brushes my lip with his thumb. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
“Yes.”
He’s right. I’m not boy-crazy; I’m daddy-crazy. And now it’s their turn to get under my skin. Deep under. But I’m so inexperienced, I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to pleasure them the way they deserve.
“Don’t worry,” Bjor rumbles beside me, reading my thoughts. “I’ll help you, Eri…”
He gathers my loose hair into a ponytail and wraps it around his knuckles. Then he gently guides my head forward.
“Open your mouth like a good girl,” he purrs. “That’s it. Nice and wide, just like that…”
I whimper softly as the end of Renn’s cock pushes between my lips and rubs against my tongue, staining my taste buds with the salty-sweet leakage dribbling from his tip. Instinctively, I close my lips around him and let out a muffled moan.
“Good girl,” Bjor says. “Good omega.”
His hand moves my head slowly back and forth, sliding my circled lips up and down the hard length of his pack brother’s erection.
Renn groans with enjoyment. The muscles of his abdomen flex and twitch before my eyes.
His cock bucks inside me, spilling even more of that sticky precum onto my tongue. It tastes good. He tastes good.
“Do you like that?” Bjor asks as he continues to guide me. “Do you like sucking your alpha’s hard cock?”
“Mhm!” I whine.
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.”
He fucks me then, hard and angry and deep, rutting me with the ferocity of an animal in season, shoving me up against the window with every dominating thrust. I’m about to come for the first time when something catches my attention.
A movement outside the tower.