Page 111 of Feral Omega

A shiver runs through me as I wrap my fingers around the thick base of Plague's massive shaft, marveling at the heat, the weight of him in my palm. They're all so huge. Plague's shaft has a slight upward bend and I can't help but imagine how it would feel to have his tip angled into my spot.

Valek chuckles, a deep rumble that vibrates through his chest.

"Curious little kitten, aren't you?" he purrs, his thickly accented voice dripping with amusement. "Go on, explore him. He's all yours."

His encouragement emboldens me, and I stroke upward, relishing the velvet-soft skin stretched taut over rigid flesh. Plague's breath hitches, his abdomen tensing under my tentative caress. I glance up at him through my lashes, drinking in the way his pale eyes darken with desire, his sculpted lips parting on a soft exhale.

"That's it, sweet omega," he murmurs, tangling his fingers in my hair. "I'm all yours."

The strange vulnerability in his gaze steals my breath. This powerful alpha, capable of such violence, surrenders himself to my inexperienced hands without hesitation. I trail my fingers along the thick vein running up his length, circling the flared head, slick with evidence of his arousal. He groans, a guttural sound that shoots straight to my core.

Valek resumes his worship of my body, his calloused hands roaming over my sensitive skin. His lips find my neck, teeth grazing the tender spot where my pulse thrums, sending electric sparks skittering down my spine.

I arch into his touch, caught between the exquisite torture of his teasing caresses and the heat of Plague's flesh beneath my palm. It's almost too much, the dual sensations overwhelming my senses, but I crave more. More of their touch, their scent, their unwavering devotion.

Emboldened by their responses, I let my fingers travel down over the length of Plague's shaft and wrap around his knot, gripping it tightly. His body tenses and he gives a low groan as he leans into me.

"Fuck," he breathes. It's the first time I've heard the serious, overly logical alpha let loose and show any human side to him, and I feel a rush of power at the thought that I have this kind of command over him.

I let my fingers explore Plague's knot, tracing the contours, feeling it pulse beneath my touch. He's so hard, so thick, and I can't help but marvel at the power I hold over him in this moment. This enigmatic, dangerous alpha, always so composed and in control, now unravels at my inexperienced caress.

"Ready for me to pull out?" Valek asks, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear, making me shiver.

I'm afraid it's going to hurt, even if his knot has gone down somewhat in the time we've been locked together, but the prospect of Plague taking his place is too tempting to resist, so I nod.

Valek begins to ease out, his knot catching against my pelvic bone as my body tries to hold him in.

"Just relax," Plague murmurs, kissing my throat, reaching between our bodies to stroke my clit. "Take a deep breath."

I do as he says, but it takes a few minutes before Valek's gentle attempts to pull out finally succeed, leaving me feeling empty and aching for his fullness once more. But the anticipation of what's to come, of being claimed by Plague, softens the disappointment.

"She's all yours," Valek rumbles, his accented voice thick with approval.

I feel some of his seed trickling out of me, and the feeling of being stuffed full is far more enjoyable than I want to admit. But I'm in heat, and my omega instincts are preening at the fact that they're finally being satisfied.

Plague's hands settle on my hips as he easily lifts me up, his grip firm yet gentle as he guides me to straddle his lap. I feel the scorching heat of his erection pressing against my slick folds, Valek's seed mingling with my own omega slick, and I tremble with need. Plague's pale eyes bore into mine, the intensity in their depths stealing my breath.

"Are you ready, little omega?" he murmurs, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. "I don't want to hurt you."

The tenderness in his touch, the concern in his voice, sends a wave of warmth flooding through me. I nod, leaning into his caress, silently granting him permission to claim me as his own.

For now, at any rate.

With a reverent touch, Plague guides himself to my entrance, the broad head of his cock parting my folds. I gasp as he stretches me wide, the delicious burn of his invasion sending sparks of pleasure skittering along my nerve endings. He pauses, giving me time to adjust, his gaze never leaving mine.

"Breathe, sweet little omega," he coaxes, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on my hips. "Let me in."

I exhale slowly, consciously relaxing around his girth, and he sinks deeper, filling me inch by glorious inch. It's almost too much, the sensation of being so utterly possessed by him so soon after being knotted, but I crave more. I need him to consume me, to make me his in every way possible.

When he's finally seated to the hilt, his knot pressing against my entrance, I let out a shuddering breath. Plague's arms wrap around me, holding me close, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against my chest. In this moment, I feel cherished, treasured, like the most precious thing in the world.

He begins to move, slow, shallow thrusts up into me that send waves of pleasure crashing over me. I cling to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, anchoring myself to him as he takes me higher and higher. His lips find mine, the kiss a searing brand, a promise of the passion to come.

"Let go, little one," he purrs against my mouth.

And I do. I surrender myself to the sensations, to the exquisite drag of his cock inside me, to the heat of his skin against mine. His hand travels across my spine as I begin to grind against him, bucking my hips to take more of him. More, deeper, faster.

I've never been in control like this. Never been able to fully pleasure myself how I saw fit on an alpha's cock. It's exhilarating in a way I never knew this intimacy could be.

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