Page 39 of Monsters After Dark

“Our. Perfect. Pale. Omega,” Oktan rumbles into my ear, each word emphasized with him mashing his groin against mine, causing his inhuman cock to swell and spurt more of his release into my womb.

Demanding limbs wrench my neck to an awkward angle even though I’m still locked in horrible pleasure, and after glimpsing Oktan’s blissed out expression, purple flesh fills my vision.

Sandwiched between two brutes, my olfactory system singles out the one I have yet to claim. His rich, masculine scent strengthens my orgasm, and I fill my mouth with his flesh. Zuk scrapes his teeth across my clit again, forcing me into another seizure.

Unpleasant and yet satisfying, thick inky liquid coats my tongue and joins Zuk’s seed in my belly.

Another vine springs to life, wrapping its thorns into my soul with such brutal force I sob.

I hate it. I need it. It hurts, but I’d suffer so much worse if it were to break.

Zuk’s mountainous bulk leaves my front, abandoning my abused clit to diabolical tentacles. Oktan draws out my second orgasm by covering my clit with one of the suction cups on his rope of muscle. He manipulates it, and I die a theoretical death as he forces me into a third release. His ministration feels like sucking, pinching, biting, and a shock of electricity all rolled up into one.

Dazed, I don’t resist when he extracts his depleted cock from my hole and guides my teeth out of his flesh.

The urge to crawl into bed and hide within a mound of blankets rises, so fierce a sob wrenches from my chest.

“Hush, our mate. You will have a nest. I have taken care of you—you still live, with both our marks.”

Loosening his hold, Oktan maneuvers us until my vision fills with his muscular chest. Foreign desires demand I lean into him, but I refuse.

If shock had a time to show, now would be it, but my senses stay sharp as my body trembles in pain and my mind slowly assembles the horrors I survived.

Murky sunlight dims as Zuk swims above us, his torso still human. His smug smile flashes across my view and I sob again, except anger rises quick and fierce. I long to lash out, the unexpected urge stemming from the same place as the need to hide away in a mountain of blankets did.

“Come. We go home now.”

Home.

The repeated sentiment comes from Zuk, his silent communication sliding into my thoughts with such clarity I sob again.

Oktan pulls me downward, toward darkness and away from the only solace left in my life. I struggle against him, reaching up toward the sun.

“No. Don’t make me go down there.”

Yes. Home.

“No! Please!”

Teeth flash across my vision as Zuk crowds us, his impatience snapping through our bond.

Yes. Home.

“I hate the dark. Please, I can’t go down there. I need sunlight!”

“Pale omega, we will protect you. Come.”

Rage born of fear and some unknown source barrels over my misery and shoots daggers in the form of words from my mouth.

“I will make your life a living hell if you drag me down there.”

Zuk’s ominous chuckle sends a shiver down my spine while mockery fills Oktan’s face. Time slows as he opens his mouth, both males surrounding me with their overpowering strength.

“Hell would be easier and safer than where we’re taking you.”

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