Page 12 of Omega Claimed

Sniffing the air around me, Graeme growls. “You’re not supposed to be here. Not when it’s the full moon.”

Their fur shimmers in the moonlight, longer on their shoulders and short, soft-looking on their bellies. Their features are rough, with sharp cheekbones and glowering, thick eyebrows, and their thin lips barely cover their fangs.

They surround me, but instead of being more afraid the closer they come, I’m relieved by their closeness.

Oh, it makes perfect sense. Everything falls into place.

Their inhuman strength, their eyes, scent… and how my body has been changing for them.

“You should have waited,” Hale reprimands me, but his voice is low and tender now.

“Forgive me,” I plead. “I didn’t know what to do. You’ve never left me alone until today.”

“We wanted to give you more time,” Graeme says. “You’re young.”

Wyot sniffs, his nostrils flaring. “You must leave now.”

“Go home,” Hale orders.

I shake my head. “Please, no.”

“It’s full moon, omega. Go home before you send us into a rut.”

“I can’t breathe when I’m without you.”

They loom above me, three beasts from a legend. They could tear me apart.

Hale pulls in a deep breath, his immense chest heaving.

“Either you runnow, or we’ll breed you tonight.”

Breed me? I’m not in heat.

Graeme reaches to his groin with his clawed hand. His cock sticks from the fur, glistening, even bigger in his lycan form. The moonlight makes it difficult to discern the exact color, but it looks dark red. Like blood.

“We’ll mark you as ours and put our young in your belly.”

“Last chance, omega,” Hale murmurs. “Run. Maybe we can still stop ourselves from chasing after you.”

But I’m frozen in place. At the sight of their rearing dicks, I feel hollow.

“Look, Hale. Our little mate wants to be knocked up by monsters,” Wyot says.

He strokes himself, stalking toward me. He presents me with the wet tip of his dick. A drop of clear liquid adorns the wide slit.

“Lick it.”

It doesn’t even occur to me to protest. Like a puppet on strings, I open my mouth and taste the fluid. The flavor burstson my tongue and burns down my throat. On instinct, I suck, drawing more.

My fear is forgotten. Whatever is coming out of Wyot’s slit, I want more of it. I crave it.

Graeme rips my cloak off my back. When I can’t suck more nectar out of Wyot’s dick, I reach for Graeme’s. What they’re leaking is liquid lust. Their scent is stronger than ever.

Hale growls when I wrap my lips around his cockhead. I rub my hands through the soft fur on his belly and look up into his yellow eyes. He licks his lips with his long tongue. His claws scrape my scalp where he cups my head. He feeds me his dick, and I suck, eager for more.

Graeme and Wyot are behind me now. They tear the fabric of my pants with their claws, exposing my ass. I’m wet for them. I want them to mount me without pause, but instead, they lick me. Their tongues are long and slithery, burrowing into my ass, and I shudder with delight.

If this is my fate, I’m grateful.

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