Page 13 of Bad Omega

The big alpha lowers his face to my chest. His beard feels rough and scratchy against my soft skin, but his lips are warm and wet. They latch around me and start to suckle.

“Daddy!”

My cry sounds scandalized, but my body is sending other signals. My arm wraps around Bjor’s head, and my fingers clutch his hair, holding him in place—as if my tiny muscles could ever make such a big strong alpha do my bidding.

Not that it matters, I suppose. Bjor gives no indication of stopping anytime soon. He is devouring me every bit as hungrily as Renn, grunting like a wild beast as he draws my nipple deep inside his mouth, along with a good-sized portion of my breast.

“Oh fuck,” I breathe. “Oh fuck…”

Fingers clutch my hair—Knar’s—and give it a chastising tug.

“Language,” the pack leader growls.

For a moment, I just stare up at him in disbelief. Surely he can’t be serious, chiding me for using bad words at a time like this. His expression says otherwise. I open my mouth to say something defiant, but before I can think of anything clever, Renn’s tongue hits me just right, and I start to scream instead. Knar studies my face as I come.

“Do you like that?” he asks, once the orgasm has passed. “Do you like getting your tits and cunt eaten by your alphas?”

I blush at my pack leader’s dirty questions—then scowl at his hypocrisy.

“What was that about language?” I ask.

“My pack, my rules.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Nobody said it was.”

“And what if I do cuss?” I ask. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“I’m gonna punish you, long and hard.”

I smile sweetly.

“Fuck you, daddy.”

“That does it…”

His fist tightens in my hair, and he jerks me upright on his lap. His lips crash against mine, and he claims my mouth in a hot, wet kiss I can feel all the way down between my legs. Our tongues writhe together like animals mating. Our hungry moans mingle into one sound.

Below, Renn shifts his focus to my clitoris. He sucks it between his lips, the same way Bjor is sucking my nipple, swelling the hypersensitive bud until it feels like it will explode inside his mouth. He flicks it with his tongue until I start to come, not just a single orgasm, but a series, each one spilling over into the next until it feels as if I might die from pleasure. Knar swallows my cries.

When it’s finally over, I am left hot and panting on my pack master’s lap. My crotch is a wet mess of slick and saliva. My blood is pumping fast.

And my heat…

My heat isn’t even close to finished.

“You’ve been a bad little omega,” Knar says. “Are you ready to start being a good girl?”

I bite my lip and nod.

“I want to be so good for you,” I whisper. Then I look around at the other alphas. “For all of you.”

Knar nods approvingly.

“Good. You can start by giving your daddies a kiss.”

That’s something I’ve done plenty of times before, but never quite like this—never mouth to mouth. I do Bjor first. His beard tickles, and I giggle into his lips. Then Renn. His mouth is still stained with my slick, and his tongue tastes like me.