Page 8 of Omega Claimed

Not now. I’m finally,finallyat peace. The pleasure lingers in my muscles and bones, and a warm, calm feeling spreads through my hole and womb, filling my chest. My heartbeat slows down, and I can easily fall asleep then and there.

The three robbers loom above me, staring at me where I lie sweaty, bruised… a fucked-out piece of meat in a puddle of slick and cum.

“We can’t let him wander through the forest smelling like this,” the second alpha says.

“I was just thinking the same thing.”

You said you’d let me go.But God, I can’t move.

“We promised to let you go,” the leader says, reading my mind. “And we will. In the morning.”

He scoops me up into his arms. From the corner of my eye, I see the second alpha collect my clothes from the ground. The third one leads my horse.

I almost fall asleep as the leader carries me away. The night gets darker, and they walk for a long time, yet the alpha barely breaks a sweat. His breathing is steady.

Finally, he climbs steep stairs toward a narrow gate. The stone house seems to stand on a cliff, but I can’t see well enough in the darkness to be sure. A torch burns by a single door.

He brings me inside and lays me on a soft bed. The room is luxuriously furnished with a carved table and comfortable sofas,the style at odds with the men’s simple attire. The leader adds logs to the fireplace. Then he brings a pot of water and spreads my legs wide open. He washes my crease with a wet cloth.

Stunned, I don’t say a word.

The other two appear. Did they lead my horse to a stable? Did they find my money?

“I don’t want to leave his side,” the third alpha says.

“We don’t know who he is,” the leader cautions.

“He tastes like heaven,” the second alpha says.

The leader gives me a cup of water, but I’m so tired, I can barely hold it to my lips. The thorough fucking exhausted me more than I’d have thought possible.

What’s going to happen to me? Have I been kidnapped? Will they take my money?

The questions don’t bother me as much as they should. I feel strangely content. My muscles are loose, and my hole is sore in the best ways. I close my eyes and drift off into a deep sleep.

3

I wake up before sunrise on an unfamiliar bed, surrounded by warm bodies. I’m naked. One alpha holds me from behind, his hard cock poking my thigh through the thin linen of his underpants. Another man is pressed to my front, his nose in my hair. My face is tucked to the base of his throat, and I breathe in the strange scent of his skin. He doesn’t smell like an alpha does. There’s no musk or salt. He smells like earth and fresh grass in the spring. The third man lies at the foot of the bed. He’s hugging my leg, his nose in the hollow under my knee.

They’re deeply asleep. If I’m quiet, maybe I can slink out. I encircle the wrist of the alpha behind me and move his arm. It’s heavy, but then it falls behind me when I shift my hip. The alpha sighs but doesn’t wake up. I carefully pull my leg from the third man’s embrace.

Slowly, I sit up and look around the room. In the dim morning light, the room is eerie. Their soft snores are the only sounds disturbing the complete stillness. My cloak hangs by the door, my clothes lie in a small pile on a nearby table, and my shoes stand under it. Through one window, I can distinguish a corner of another building. A barn? My horse must be in there.

I can go. I can crawl over the mattress, slip into my shoes, grab my clothes, and sneak out to the barn. Maybe they’ll wake up, but maybe not.

Their huge bodies radiate warmth. They wear linen sleep pants, but their torsos are bare. The three alphas are sculpted like the statues of gods in the palaces downtown. Even asleep, they look inhumanly powerful. Immortal.

Go now. They can wake up at any moment. Go.

I…can’t.

Looking at their peaceful faces, at their imposing bodies, I remember the pleasure I felt when they took me. The greatest pleasure of my life.

The leader hums from his sleep and moves his arm. He encircles my waist and rubs my belly with his broad palm. He doesn’t open his eyes.

And I, the fool I am, I lie back down. I snuggle into his lap, and he strokes my stomach. He’s so warm. I strain my neck to press my face back against the other alpha’s throat and breathe in his delightful scent. Then I stretch my leg, sliding it under the third alpha’s arms, and he hugs it again, nuzzling my calf.

They all cling to me in their sleep, and I feel strange. I’m not afraid. My heart is light even as I think of my lost freedom and my silver. It’s as if I can’t be unhappy with the three alphas surrounding me.

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