Page 38 of Stray Omega

They were arguing about her.

She still couldn’t make out what they were saying. Oh, she could catch a few words here and there—”mark,” and “wild,” and “omega”—but beyond that she was lost. Her little conversation with Ark at bath time had shaken loose old memories of the language that she had known as a very little child when her parents were still alive. But this fast-paced three-way argument was too much for her to keep up with.

Still, Embla could guess. Orwen wanted to get rid of her. Leros wanted her to stay. Then there was Ark…what did he want? Embla wasn’t sure.

But she was sure of one rather embarrassing fact.

Watching these gigantic muscle-bound alphas snarl and roar and pop their jaws was having an effect on her body. The second wave of her heat was sweeping over her, and it was fierce.

The sound of those deep and aggressive alpha voices rumbled straight into the core of her bones. The thick musky smell of masculinity filled the cave, sending wild shivers rippling through her inner thighs.

She was getting wet.

Very wet.

The alphas, however, did not notice. They were too busy shouting amongst themselves, and their argument seemed to be right on the verge of spilling over into violence. The knowledge that she, Embla, was the subject of that disagreement was strangely and shamefully exciting.

The omega fell back, her legs falling open of their own accord.

Her arousal grew more intense with every passing second. Sensations became heightened and amplified. The heat radiating from the fire was like a physical pressure against her skin. It felt as though she herself might burst into flames at any moment.

“No,” Embla murmured feverishly. “No fight…”

The alphas did not hear her over their own snarling voices. Her heat mounted. Her nipples swelled painfully, and her slit throbbed and oozed with excruciating need.

“Please,” she whispered. “No fight. Come me. Please, please…”

Her head lolled and her pulse pounded. Sweat broke out on her face and chest. She rolled back and forth on the floor, her legs swinging loosely, open and closed and open again. The hot reek of her omega slick filled the chamber, overpowering the charred scent of the fire, overpowering even the musk of arguing males.

One alpha nostril twitched. Then another.

They had finally caught her scent.

Loincloths jumped violently as the organs beneath went instantly rigid with animal arousal. Aggressive growls shifted into lustful purrs. Three pairs of predatory eyes turned toward the omega, their retinae reflecting the light like wolves’ eyes.

“Come me,” Embla begged. “Need come. Need please.”

Their argument forgotten, the alphas moved toward her, stripping away their loincloths to reveal their hardened cocks with steel piercings glinting in the firelight. They circled briefly before closing in on her, kissing, licking, groping. Embla’s slick gushed and pooled around her butt on the stony floor.

The omega was so far gone, she wasn’t even sure which one of them mounted her first. All she knew was that they shared her body long into the night, fucking her and filling her with seed again and again and again.

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