Page 198 of Stolen Omega

“Tell me you’re going to mark us both,” Cameron demands, his voice getting huskier.

“Dale first,” I somehow manage to remind him.

“Dale first,” he murmurs.

He speeds up his movements, coming so damn close to pushing me over the edge. So damn close.

Then, he lets out a grunt, slows down and stills, breathing harder.

“God, that felt good,” he murmurs, wrapping both arms around me.

“Which part?” I ask.

He moves his hands down and strokes my balls with his left hand while he pumps my cock in his right. His dick is still a thick, steel rod impaled in my ass.

“What do you mean?” he asks, as he slowly works my cock in his hand.

“Did it feel good to fuck my ass, or to make demands of me?”

He laughs, making his cock jump a little. “Both.”

“I thought only Omegas could stay hard after they’ve come,” I murmur.

“I don’t think I’m done claiming you,” he tells me. “You might need to be on your knees like this for a while, Zane. I’m feeling like an Alpha in rut.”

He proves it by starting to slowly rock into me again.

The shock of sensation combines with what he’s doing with his hands to completely undo me.

I shudder as the first thick threads of cum shoot out of my cock onto the floor.

“Oh, fuck,” I mutter. “Fucking hell.”

I come like an Alpha in rut, spilling my seed all over the floor while my new Beta fucks me from behind. I’m left gasping for breath by the time he’s squeezed every last drop from my cock.

“Impressive,” Cameron tells me. “But you’ll need to do better than that when you’re rutting our Omega. He likes to feel like he’s drained every last drop of spunk out of your body before his tight cunt will release your cock.”

Oh my God. Hearing him talk about what Dale likes in bed after I’ve already come so much is so fucking intense. I can hardly stand to listen.

“He made me like this,” Cameron admits. “I can stay hard for hours because it’s what he needs. You’re the one he’ll need when he’s in heat, so you’ll have to do the same.”

“Exactly the same?” I ask.

“The same, but with your knot,” he clarifies. “You do know how to please an Omega, don’t you?”

He’s teasing, but he has no idea how close his remark skates to the truth.

“I can figure it out,” I murmur.

He slows to a stop. “You’ve never been with an Omega?”

“I’ve never been with anyone,” I admit, feeling him pull back in shock.

I reach behind me and keep him where he is.

“When I said I was obsessed, I meant it. I had no time for anything but the search.”

“Oh fuck,” Cameron whispers. “I just roughed you up. This is your first time?”

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