Page 92 of Hunted Omega: Part Two

Malachi’s fingers are quickly replaced by the broad head of his cock pressing inside me. I writhe under their combined assault, my senses heightened to an almost painful degree as my body, driven by the relentless heat, accepts them both wholeheartedly.

Quinn’s rhythm is steady, powerful, his cock carving a path deep inside me that echoes the strength of his spirit. Malachi, on the other hand, is methodical, measured, his actions a testament to his unyielding patience and understanding.

Their thrusts are perfectly synchronized, creating an exquisite friction that sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body. The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, mingled with panting breaths and low growls that escape their lips as they claim me, inch by delicious inch.

Zane, not to be outdone, climbs on the bed beside us, wrapping his lips around my nipple. The relentless stimulation pushes me closer to the precipice of another climax, my body tensing in anticipation of the explosion of pleasure that awaits just beyond my reach.

As the heat within me reaches its peak, I feel a sudden shift in the air around us, a connection deepening as our bonds fuse together in a way that transcends the physical realm. Therealization sends a shockwave of emotion crashing over me, and with a scream of pure ecstasy, I plunge headlong into the abyss of orgasm.

My body convulses, spasming around their cocks as wave after wave of pleasure engulfs me, threatening to tear me apart with its intensity. Quinn’s and Malachi’s growls grow more ferocious, their thrusts more urgent as they feel my orgasm flow through our bond, fueling their own desires.

Zane takes advantage of my hypersensitive state, his tongue darting out to flick my nipple with precise, rapid strokes. The additional stimulation proves to be too much, and with a final, shattering cry, I feel the first tendrils of another orgasm begin to bloom inside me once more.

Dash grips my jaw. I barely see him through the haze of lust, and as my tongue darts out, I taste the precum on the tip of his dick. His flavor explodes over my taste buds, and I’m suddenly craving even more.

Without hesitation, I lower my head, wrapping my lips around the swollen head of his cock. It fills my mouth, pushing my lips apart, and I moan around his thick shaft, eager to explore every inch of him. The salty, musky taste of his precum mixes with the sweet aroma filling the air, driving my hunger for him even higher.

Quinn’s grip tightens in my hair as he slams into me harder, drawing out a soft mewling sound from deep within my throat. Malachi matches him stroke for stroke, their heavy breathing fueling my anticipation. I work my lips up and down Dash’s length, adding another layer of sensation to this already intense experience.

Dash’s grip is the first to break, his entire body shaking as his thighs tremble. With one more thrust, he erupts inside my mouth, filling it with his hot seed. He collapses on the pillows ashe pants heavily. Malachi isn’t far behind, pulling out of me and shooting his load on my back.

Quinn locks inside of me, and his knot swells rapidly, stretching me to my limits as it holds us together. The pressure is intense, bordering on painful, but the flood of endorphins coursing through my system transforms the sensation into exquisite pleasure. His hips jerk erratically as he empties himself inside me, his hot seed filling me completely.

Zane, driven by the intensity of the moment, moves closer, stroking his own cock rapidly. As Quinn’s knot locks us together, Zane’s climax is triggered, and he comes on Quinn, marking him with his release.

The feeling of being so utterly claimed, so thoroughly filled, pushes me over the edge once more. My body convulses around Quinn’s knot, milking him for every last drop as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. I cry out, my voice hoarse and raw, as the most powerful orgasm yet rips through my body.

As the intensity of the moment begins to ebb, I collapse against Quinn’s chest, our bodies still intimately joined. His arms wrap around me, holding me close as we both struggle to catch our breath. The air is thick with the scents of sex and sweat, mingled with our unique pack fragrance.

Zane moves to lie beside us, his hand gently stroking my hair. Dash, having recovered somewhat, settles on the other side, while Malachi positions himself at the foot of the bed, his hand resting on my ankle in a gesture of comfort and possession.

For a long moment, we lie here in silence, basking in the afterglow of our shared passion. The bond between us pulses strongly, a tangible force that seems to fill the room. I can feel their love, their devotion as I fall asleep.

40

ZANE

I standguard outside Aria’s room, every muscle in my body taut with tension. The scent of leather and sandalwood—my own pheromones—mixes with the intoxicating sweetness of Aria’s heat.

A particularly strong wave of Aria’s scent washes over me, and I grip the doorframe, my knuckles turning white. Her heat is intensifying. We’re entering dangerous territory now.

She pushed off her heat for a long time, so this could be days or weeks. There really is no telling. Hell, it’s already been one day, and the event is tonight—an event in our name.

One we won’t be able to make.

“Zane?” Malachi’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. He approaches, his own scent tinged with concern and barely contained desire. “How is she?”

I take a deep breath, forcing myself to focus. “It’s getting stronger. We need to prepare for the peak.”

Malachi nods, his jaw clenched. “I’ll gather the others. We need to discuss our strategy.”

As he walks away, I can’t help but admire his control. It’s why he’s our leader, our rock, but even rocks can crumble under enough pressure.

Minutes later, we’re all gathered in the living room. The air is thick with conflicting pheromones—desire, anxiety, and determination. Quinn paces restlessly, while Dash sits unnaturally still, his usual energy contained like a coiled spring.

“Alright,” I begin, my voice gruff with the effort of maintaining composure. “We need to establish a rotation. Aria needs constant support, but we also need to make sure we’re all getting rest and staying in control.”

Quinn nods, his eyes bright with a mix of concern and excitement. “I’ve prepared more of those specialized energy drinks. They should help us stay alert and… focused.”

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