Page 4 of Omega Ruined

"It's experimental, but I'll give Lee some feedback," Charlie grunted. "Where's that knotting toy we had?"

Silicone knots were not the same as real ones and my body knew it. The pain lessened only slightly when Lorne pumped the knotty toy into me and eventually pushed the swollen lump of silicone inside. This one didn't deflate, but my muscles still quivered and spasmed around it, my orgasm just out of reach.

I passed out several times, coming to with excruciating sensations roaring through me. My tears had long since dried up. My throat was nearly closed off from screaming. And my entire body ached from exhaustion even as it begged for more.

Finally, the heat broke. I was abruptly shivering, the sweat pouring off me cooling my skin far too quickly. The last few ripples in my abdomen left me sore, but finally relaxed.

"Thank god, I don't think I could do that much longer," Melvin groaned when I sat up.

I motioned for the water bottle and Charlie passed it to me, already opened. I gulped the water down, letting the coolness soothe my sore throat. Once I'd drained it, I just wanted to sleep, but Lorne picked me up and took me to the shower, washing me gently under the warm water.

"That was crazy. Even my nuts are sore," he told me with a chuckle. Like it had all been one big adventure instead of complete torture.

I wanted to tell him how much it hurt, but I could barely stand. Instead, I sank into him and closed my eyes.

The next thing I knew, Lorne was tucking me into the pack bed and then he crept out of the room. It didn't matter, I was asleep in seconds.

Chapter three

Repetition

It took me two days to recover enough that I could talk again. The alphas fed me fresh fruit and fish, but all I really wanted was sugary foods. I didn't dare say that, though.

"How long was my heat?" I asked Melvin on the third morning, as he helped me downstairs.

"Three days. Crazy, crazy sexy days," he laughed. "You were a dick monster! I don't think I'll need sex until your next heat."

"Me either," I muttered. My pussy still ached from the abuse it had taken.

Four weeks later, I held another negative test in my hand. This time, instead of getting upset, Charlie pulled out the pink vial and drew up more liquid.

"Charlie, please. It was too much," I begged.

"Don't you want to have a baby for your pack?" he demanded. "I know this sucks, but it's a small sacrifice to make to build our family."

I wanted to tell him it wasn't his sacrifice to make, but he already had the needle buried in my ass cheek and was injecting me with the dreaded liquid.

This time, I went into heat the next day. It was a weekend, since the alphas had decided it made more sense to be around this time in case things started abruptly. And they did.

One minute I was folding clothes, the next I was curled into a ball on the sofa, screaming as my guts writhed inside me. Lorne was there in a moment, laying me out on the cushions and pulling off my soft pants. He dove between my legs, his fingers pumping into my pussy as he kissed me.

"You'll be okay. We're here this time," he assured me.

"Knot!"

He flipped me over, pulling my hips up and rubbing his hand between my legs. "You're not slicking, baby."

He was right. Just like last time, my body screamed for a knot, but stayed dry as a bone.

Lorne stood up and moved in front of me. "Get me wet."

I let him shove himself into my mouth, using as much saliva as possible before he turned me so my front was pressed against the back of the couch, my head turned awkwardly to the side.

He spat and I felt him push his fingers into me again, this time with his saliva as lube. We'd never had lube in this house since I always produced plenty of slick.

When he pressed carefully into my body, the pain in my abdomen eased up, but I could feel the stretch. My body wanted that knot, but it was nowhere near ready.

This time, my heat lasted four days. The cum and knots kept me going, but I was bleeding when I finally came down and went to scrub myself in the shower. Even though the alphas hadn't been very rough, my body kept rejecting them and they'd found themselves torn between pounding me like I begged for and holding back to avoid hurting me more.