Page 14 of Omega Claimed

I bear down even as my womb spasms, trying to hold onto his cockhead.

“Good omega. We’ll reward you. Push!”

“It looks like giving birth,” Wyot says.

The idea makes me burn with passion, and I push harder. My hole widens more and more. My rim feels like it’ll rip. But on the next push, Wyot’s knot pops out. My ass gapes, and I let out a desperate sob. I can’t be empty.

Graeme takes Wyot’s place. His cockhead slides straight into my womb, and he comes into me after a few fucks. My peak threatens to steal my sanity as he pumps my womb full of cum. It churns, and my belly feels full already. Graeme won’t let me rest, though. He begins working his knot out of me.

Hale waits for his turn.

He cups my cheek, brings my face into his lap, and pets me. I nuzzle his straining shaft, drawing in his scent. He needs me just as much as Graeme and Wyot, but he’s been so patient.

My love for my mates gives me strength. I wail as I strain to push. One loud smacking sound, and Graeme draws his swollen dick out of my body.

Hale grabs me under my arms and pulls me to my feet. I can’t stand on my own—my legs are useless—but Hale lifts me by my thighs and sets me onto his cock. My womb has closed itself around all the cum, but Hale forces through the meager resistance. His cockhead kisses the flesh in my core.

He fucks me like that, standing up on top of the mountain, and I fist the long fur on his shoulders as I stare into his feral face, mesmerized. He lowers his head and licks my lips. I closemy eyes and open my mouth for his tongue. I lick his fangs and rub my lips against his soft fur.

I’m kissing a werewolf.

Hale fucks me hard, driving into my womb with power, and I whimper into his mouth.

I let go of everything. I don’t have a single worry on my mind. I’ve given myself to these creatures, body and soul. I’m theirs to fuck, breed, or tear me apart. I’m nothing without them. But with them inside me and all around me, I’m overflowing with love and joy.

My alpha lets out a victorious roar when his knot grows. I throw my head back, and my cry carries over the mountains. Pleasure explodes from my center at the same time as piercing pain flares from the crook of my neck and shoulder, followed by a wave of burning heat.

Hale has bitten the base of my throat, and I might burst with exhilarating happiness. The warmth from the wound flows into my chest and wraps itself around my heart.

Graeme and Wyot stand close, rubbing their swollen dicks on my ass. They bite me at the same time, piercing my skin on both sides of my neck. The stinging pain from the wounds circles my throat like a collar.

Hale lowers me into the grass. Impaled on his knot with my womb full of my mates’ mixed cum, I slump with relief. I rest in his lap, and my mates lick the blood on my throat and neck, their purring a lullaby.

I see everything clearly now.

Why could no human alpha satisfy me? Why did I need to fuck every day yet never had enough?

I was destined for something else. Someone else.

My body was made to breed with monsters. Their magic flows through me, too.

Clouds obscure the moon when my mates carry me back to our home. They remain in their lycan bodies, terrifying and beautiful.

5

My heat lasts for three days, and they take turns breeding me. They keep me knotted and sated and fill my womb as long as it remains open. I’m so comfortable with their beastly forms now that it takes me by surprise when I wake up one morning and find them in human skin, cuddling me from all sides like they did on my first morning here.

Even after my heat, I crave them in me. More than ever.

I lie on the bed, and they hold my legs open. They use their fingers to pull on my rim, widening it.

“We need to stretch your hole, omega.”

It hurts, but my pleasure far eclipses the pain. Hale and Wyot lie by my sides, and they have their fingers in me. Two or three fingers each? I can’t tell.

“Push, little omega.”

Grunting, I obey. I bear down, and they pull. A wave of tingles spreads from my hole, and I moan.

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