Page 14 of Bad Omega

Knar kisses me last, not quite as hard as the first time, but every bit as deeply. His stiff arousal pushes against my butt.

“Now,” he says. “Get on your knees.”

“What?”

“I thought you were being a good girl, Eri. When your pack leader says he wants you on your knees, he expects you to obey.”

And I do.

Without another word, I slide off the alpha’s lap and get on my knees in front of him. It isn’t my will that puts me there. It’s my heat.

“That’s better,” Knar says.

He stands up, and the others stand with him. Three massive alphas towering above their kneeling omega. Normally, I would feel safe with them surrounding me, but right now I feel more like prey. I lick my lips in nervous anticipation.

Knar is the first to undress. It doesn’t take him long. His fingers unfasten the knot on his hip, and his loincloth falls away with a whisper of leather sliding against smooth skin. The gasp that comes out of me is nine parts desire and one part fear.

Confession time: this isn’t the first time I’ve seen what Knar is packing beneath his loincloth. I am a bad little omega, after all. On more than one occasion, I’ve spied on my alpha daddies pissing in the forest, marking the boundaries of their territory. But I’ve never seen any of them quite like this: hard and ready for mating.

“Source help me…”

For a moment, all I can do is stare gape-mouthed at that engorged member. The long, thick shaft juts out at an angle, jumping slightly with the alpha’s pulse. Plump veins cover it like vines around the trunk of a tree. The smooth pink head glistens like a polished stone. A steel ring gleams from the tip.

The sound of shuffling leather pulls my attention away.

I look at the other two males. They have both followed their pack leader’s example and disrobed. Now all three of them are standing around me, naked, pierced, and fully aroused.

And big. So very, very big.

“Well,” Knar says. “What are you waiting for, little omega? Renn just made you come with his mouth. Now it’s time to return the favor.”

I turn my attention to the youngest alpha’s erection. It isn’t quite as thick as Knar’s, but it’s every bit as long, and every bit as hard. His piercing is a steel bead on the upper ridge of his cockhead. It’s so close I could lick it.

“I… I don’t know what to do.”

“You tellin’ us you’ve never pleasured an alpha before?” Knar asks. “Hard to believe, considering how boy-crazy you seem to be.”

“No,” says Renn. “She’s telling the truth. She’s not boy-crazy at all. Not really. Like I said before, she was just stringing those punks along to get under our skin.” He brushes my lip with his thumb. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Yes.”

He’s right. I’m not boy-crazy; I’m daddy-crazy. And now it’s their turn to get under my skin. Deep under. But I’m so inexperienced, I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to pleasure them the way they deserve.

“Don’t worry,” Bjor rumbles beside me, reading my thoughts. “I’ll help you, Eri…”

He gathers my loose hair into a ponytail and wraps it around his knuckles. Then he gently guides my head forward.

“Open your mouth like a good girl,” he purrs. “That’s it. Nice and wide, just like that…”

I whimper softly as the end of Renn’s cock pushes between my lips and rubs against my tongue, staining my taste buds with the salty-sweet leakage dribbling from his tip. Instinctively, I close my lips around him and let out a muffled moan.

“Good girl,” Bjor says. “Good omega.”

His hand moves my head slowly back and forth, sliding my circled lips up and down the hard length of his pack brother’s erection. Renn groans with enjoyment. The muscles of his abdomen flex and twitch before my eyes. His cock bucks inside me, spilling even more of that sticky precum onto my tongue. It tastes good. He tastes good.

“Do you like that?” Bjor asks as he continues to guide me. “Do you like sucking your alpha’s hard cock?”

“Mhm!” I whine.