Page 112 of Feral Omega

Plague's rhythm builds, his thrusts becoming more forceful as they match mine, more demanding. I meet him stroke for stroke, my hips rolling against his, chasing the release that hovers just out of reach. The coil of tension in my core winds tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

"Damn," Valek growls, reminding me of his presence. When I look up, he's watching us—watching me, specifically—with a dark hunger in his gaze. "Gonna have to try that position sometime."

"I can recommend it highly," Plague says in a wry tone, his voice slightly strained with exertion as he places small kisses along my neck and sweeps my hair back over my shoulders.

I dig my fingers into his hair, too, finally allowing myself to savor the feel of those long, dark strands. So soft, such a contrast to the raw, untamed power of the rest of him.

"Come for me, sweet omega," Plague commands, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine. "Let me feel you."

His words are my undoing. I shatter in his arms, my body convulsing around his as another orgasm crashes over me. I never imagined it was possible for mating to… feel good. Let alone so many times.

While I'm still riding the waves of bliss, Plague uses the opportunity to push down on my hips and I gasp, feeling the swell of his knot slipping past my entrance, the stretch bordering on painful for a moment before my body adjusts.

The sensation of being so utterly filled, so completely possessed by him, steals my breath. It's overwhelming, intense, just like it was with Valek.

But I'm more prepared this time.

I know what's coming, how to ride through the initial tension and discomfort.

Plague gives a feral growl against my throat, unleashing a side of him I've never seen before. I find myself wondering if anyone has, and the thought is more appealing than it has any right to be.

Plague's arms tighten around me, holding me close as we're locked together. His lips brush against my temple, his breath warm on my skin. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. "You're doing so well, taking my knot."

"She is," Valek agrees in a throaty voice, stroking his hardening cock as he watches us, like he can't get enough. "Such a good little omega."

Their praise washes over me, igniting a warm glow in my chest. I've never been cherished like this, never been told I'm doing something right. In the Center, it was always about what I was doing wrong, how I wasn't submitting enough, wasn't pliant enough.

But here, in Plague's arms, with Valek watching me like I'm the most enticing creature he's ever encountered, I feel seen. Appreciated for who I am.

Plague's thrusts grow faster, sharper, his hips driving up into me as he chases his own release, and I can tell from the sounds of Valek's slick hand moving up and down his shaft that he isn't far behind.

Plague comes first, giving a low, guttural, purring growl into my throat, his teeth grazing my flesh. I only realize how vulnerable I would be if he decided to mark me when it's too late to do anything about it, but he doesn't. He turns his head at the last moment as his seed pulses up into me, and he grips me tighter, grounding my hips down onto his swollen knot.

Valek releases a deep groan, and I look up in time to see his release pulsing through his fingertips, his head falling back against the headboard, his white-blond hair spilling into his hard face. The sight sends another throb of pleasure deep inside me, and I tighten instinctively around Plague's knot.

I let my head fall against Plague's shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. His scent envelops me, that intoxicating mix of citrus and snow and something uniquely him. It's comforting, grounding, anchoring me to this moment.

Plague's hand strokes down my back, his touch gentle, reverent. "I know it's a lot, little one," he soothes. "But you're so strong, so brave."

His words bring tears to my eyes, the sincerity in his voice almost too much to bear. I've spent so long being told I'm broken, irreparable, that to hear someone say they admire me is overwhelming.

Even for something like this.

I hide my face against his shoulder, not wanting him to see the emotions playing across my features. But Plague seems to sense my turmoil. He cups my cheek, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. His pale eyes are soft, filled with an emotion I'm afraid to name.

"Don't hide from me," he murmurs. "You never have to hide from me."

I let out a shuddering breath, leaning into his touch. It's still so foreign to me, this tenderness, this care. But I find myself craving it, yearning for more. I press my lips to his, pouring my gratitude, my strange growing affection, into the kiss.

Plague responds in kind, his mouth moving against mine with a gentleness that belies the strength I know he possesses. His tongue brushes against my lower lip, a silent request for entrance, and I grant it willingly. He explores my mouth with languid strokes, savoring every inch, every secret place.

As we kiss, I feel the knot of tension in my chest slowly unravel. The fear, the uncertainty that's been my constant companion for as long as I can remember, begins to dissipate in the face of these alphas' gentleness, but I've no sooner let that wall down than I find myself building it back up.

This is heat.

It will pass, along with these strange new feelings.

Won't it?

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