Page 13 of Omega Claimed

My alphas are sinister shape-shifting beasts, the most formidable creatures walking these lands. And I’m their treasure, forever protected, forever loved.

I fear nothing with them by my side.

My stomach sloshes with their precum, and my lungs are full of their scents. The beastly tongues dance inside me, loosening my hole, and a ball of warmth grows in my underbelly. Hale’s dick leaks more magical potion, and I moan, sucking it eagerly.

But Hale retreats, taking my delicious treat away just as Graeme and Wyot stop licking me. I whine with the loss. On my hands and knees, I lift my ass, seeking their touch.

“Patience, treasure.”

Hale lowers himself on the ground, resting on his side, leisurely fondling his cock. Graeme settles next to him. He looks tense, ready to pounce. It must cost him to wait.

The warmth in my stomach starts to burn. Juices leak down my taint, and my hard cock twitches between my legs.

Then I feel the weight of Wyot’s cock in my crease. Hale and Graeme watch as Wyot mounts me from behind. His fur caresses my back and ass, and his claws dig into the dirt next to my hands. He surrounds me, caging me in, as he burrows deeper into my body. His dick feels warmer in his lycan form, and my body opens for him on a flood of slick. He licks my neck and grazes my shoulder with his teeth.

“You’re a werewolf mate, omega,” Hale says.

“Tonight, you’ll breed with monsters,” Woyt purrs into my ear and thrusts hard.

He’s purposeful and quick. His dick shuttles in and out of me, filling me with joy. He drives into me until his cockhead makes love to the closed mouth of my womb. I want to prolong the moment. But with my gaze on my lycan mates, on their feral features and hard, straining dicks, I’m drowning in lust. When Wyot speeds up, I shatter. My hole tightens around his cock, and my cum stains the grass.

He doesn’t stop. I cry and sob, coming in waves, but he’s relentless, hitting the mouth to my womb like a battering ram about to bust a gate. Graeme crawls to me on all fours and kneels in front of me. He holds my head and offers me his dick again. The precum is flowing in abundance, and I suck it, my eyes closing with bliss.

Wyot slows down. He pulls out almost to the tip, then surges back in. The most delightful pain makes my core spasm. Tightening my lips around Graeme’s shaft, I spread my legs wider, anticipating another brutal thrust.

On the next one, something in me rips.

I let out a muffled cry around Graeme’s cock. The stab of anguish lasts only a heartbeat. What follows is ecstasy.

Wyot’s cockhead pumps and slides through the channel to my womb. The pleasure is so powerful it might rip me apart. But if I die like this, I’ll be happy. Wyot impales me as deeply as ever, and amazing pressure stretches my hole. His knot is growing in me.

When his magical cum floods my starving womb, my mind explodes with light and colors. They’ve brought me incredible amounts of pleasure already, but this is bliss.

Wyot’s swollen cock pumps inside me, releasing in waves, and my womb sucks his cum. Graeme’s claws sting my scalp and neck, and his cock pushes into my throat. I can’t breathe, but I don’t mind. I’m weightless.

“Fuck! I’ll fucking knot into his mouth!” It’s Graeme’s strangled voice. Then his cock is gone, and I wheeze for air.

Hale has pulled Graeme back and pinned him to the ground. Graeme snarls but doesn’t fight. He goes limp under Hale’s weight.

Wyot purrs, rocking my sated body on his cock. I barely hold myself up on my elbows in the grass. My head feels heavy, and I want to close my eyes. Knotted and bred, I could easily drift away.

Graeme is calmer now. He and Hale come closer. They rub their hard dicks on my sides, purring and hissing. I can smell their rut—like earth and smoke and dark desire. Will they be able to wait until Wyot’s knot goes down?

“I need to pull out my knot, omega,” Wyot says. “You must push.”

What? That’s impossible. I can barely move.

“You have three mates you’ve sent into a rut. We need to breed.”

“Push, omega,” Hale orders.

I whine. My legs are wide apart, my hole full to bursting, and I’m helpless, I can’t…

“Push!” he snarls.

My mates growl, clawing at my body. They need me.

Graeme and Hale tug on my hips and thighs while Wyot strains to draw his knot out of my ass.

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