Page 58 of Stray Omega

CHAPTER 21: JORA

Jora watched the two young lovers with a rising sense of disgust.

She was outside of the building where Leros and his pack brothers lived, her bare feet perched atop a pile of rubble that was just high enough to let her peer in through the window. The moon was barely a sliver in the sky, so the streets were dark tonight. Besides, Leros’s den was located on the outskirts of the city, and there was little risk that the snooping omega might be spotted by a passerby.

There was light inside the den, however. A flickering torch that illuminated a pair of intertwined bodies—sweating, grunting, undulating…

Fucking.

Jora could scarcely believe it. How could Leros do this to her? How could he turn down her advances in favor of this…this animal?

That’s what this Embla was, after all. An animal.

Jora refused to call her an omega.

Perhaps they had managed to clean her up. They had bathed her, scrubbed away the dirt, combed the tangles out of her wild hair. They had even managed to teach her some of the language. But even a dog could learn simple commands.

Yes, that was what Embla was.

A dog.

A bitch.

And she certainly made love like a dog, didn’t she? As repulsed as she was, Jora couldn’t tear her eyes away from the scene inside the room. Embla had turned over, and she was now on all fours, her butt raised in submission as Leros slammed his cock into her over and over again. The horrible little dog-girl whimpered and mewled like the canine that she was while raunchy squelching sounds issued from her fucked hole.

And the worst part of all? Leros was clearly into it.

The animalistic sounds that Embla was making—which were totally unbecoming of an omega, by the way—those sounds seemed to be driving Leros into a frenzy of lust. He was growling like a wild beast as he gripped his mate’s hips and drove his hard cock deep into her pussy from behind.

Unbelievable.

Jora had thought Leros was better than this. She had blamed everything on that stupid pack leader of his. Ark. She had assumed that taking the dog-girl as a mate had been purely that asshole’s idea.

But now, seeing just how fervently Leros was humping away at her from behind, Jora realized she was wrong.

She should leave. She shouldn’t watch any more of this. But for some reason she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

“Source, Embla, you feel so good,” Leros grunted between thrusts. “Your sweet little omega pussy is so fucking tight.”

The flames of Jora’s jealousy rose higher.

What did Leros know about good pussy? He had never fucked another female besides the dog-girl. Jora knew every morsel of gossip in the Zone. She knew exactly who was sleeping with whom, and she knew for a fact that Leros had been a virgin before this awful little woodland creature had seduced him.

Jora, on the other hand, was the farthest thing from a virgin one could imagine. Except for Leros, she’d had every thirsty young alpha in the Central Ruins. Hers was the best pussy around. She did her inner muscle exercises every night to keep in shape.

“Take it,” Leros purred to Embla in the room below. “Take that alpha cock like a good little omega.”

“Yes,” Embla moaned. “Big cock. So deep…”

In her hiding place, Jora frowned. It wasn’t fair. That should be her down there getting pounded by that gorgeous alpha cock—and it was gorgeous. One of the best she’d ever seen, and she’d seen plenty. It should be her down there getting fucked, getting dominated, getting lavished with the alpha stud’s sexy praise.

Her eyes brimmed with bitter tears.

It just wasn’t fair.

Jora needed to get this stupid bitch Embla out of the picture. Then Leros would surely see the error of his ways and put that big hard dick of his in the right pussy for a change. But how the hell was Jora going to make that happen? Obviously she couldn’t kill Embla. Oh, she would like to do that, but she almost certainly get caught, and then she would be exiled or worse.

No, there had to be some other way…

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