Page 127 of Wild Omega

“Holy shit,” he mutters as his fingers brush my soaked pussy. “Baby, you know it’s Callisto, yes? Fuck. I’ll get Ricky. I mean, if you want—fuck, sweetheart. You’re so wet.”

His broken babble is exactly what I need to hear. My body spasms, out of patience, and I writhe myself onto his hand. After hours, or maybe days, of waiting, it feels so fucking good that the first slide of his fingers inside sets off an orgasm. I cry out, clenching on his fingers and spilling everywhere.

“Red, you’re so beautiful,” he croons. “Take what you need, sweet girl.” He gently adds another finger, and I cry out, thrusting down and forward with my hips to rut myself on his outstretched arm. His groans add fire to my inferno. “Doing so well. Can you take four?”

I slap my hand against the door and spread my knees wider. “More,” I croak, desperate for friction.

I’m spread so low to the floor he can barely thrust his fingers, but all I need is tension. He adds one more finger, and I sob as another orgasm shudders through me. His hand trembles from the effort.

It’s so good; I’m addicted. With an effort to untangle my legs, I spin around, presenting to the door but as low to the ground as I can get. “More,” I demand huskily. I’m an omega, and we crave knots. It’s built into my DNA.

Callisto pulls his hand out, my pussy spilling heat juice everywhere. Another needy whimper flows out of me.

“I know, sweetheart, I just need to change hands.” His alpha scent burns dark under the door.

“Are you hot for me?” I ask.

“Shit, you have to ask? So hot. You feel amazing, darling girl.”

Material rustles and the door jiggles, and then he’s back. Warm fingers stroke the curves of my ass and play through the cum on my legs. I lean into his touch, shivering in delight. I can move away any time I choose, but I don’t. I’m in control. I’m safe.

As if sensing my mood, Callisto presses his thumb inside my swollen pussy. I moan and lean back onto it, spreading my hands on the floor for balance.

His melodic voice hums through the door separating us. “That’s it, kitten. Use me. Show me what you can take.”

More fingers. Fragrant haze-ladened sweat runs between my hanging breasts, all mine. No one’s trying to take it.

“A little more, sweetheart,” Callisto croons as I rock onto his hand.

I’m so full, and every time he crooks his fingers, delicious lightning tingles through my core. And then he tugs out and closes his hand into a fist.

“This is as close to a knot as I can do from here,” he says, breaths gusting heavily under the door. “Tell me if you don’t like anything.”

I nod, forgetting he can’t see me. I’m in control.

He starts gentle, prodding at me hesitantly to see if I’ll pull away. My body forgets it’s not a real knot and I slick again at the consuming touch. Desperate, I writhe myself onto him as best I can.

“So hungry,” Callisto moans. “Doing so well. Get a good grip on the floor, sweetheart.”

The wood floor’s kinda slippery, but I can reach the edge of the rug with my hands.

Callisto’s fist meets my pussy more firmly, grinding a little. Fuck. After hours of burning in heat, I feel the first hint of relief. A strange purr flickers in my throat, catching like I’ve got a cold, but with none of the pain.

“Shit, Red!” he cries, grinding deeper. Who knew a broken omega like me could purr?

His heavy thrusts rock me with each strike. I writhe back each time with a snarl, hungry for more. The sensation mimics an alpha’s body slamming into my ass and thighs, and for a moment I forget that I’ve locked myself in a room. Just a little more of his scent and I’ll topple over the edge of oblivion.

“Touch yourself,” I whine.

Callisto whispers more swear words, asking me if I’m sure. I know when his other hand drops to his dick, because his alpha musk thickens and surrounds me. I pant, shaking all over. So close.

His fist burrows inside and suddenly I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t move. No doubt his whole fist wedges up my pussy, and it’s fucking amazing. I shatter, clenching around him like he’s my prize for this flame-filled marathon. And Callisto babbles as he comes too, the scent a delicious woodsy syrup to top my out-of-control lust.

I stay fixed in position for as long as my knees can hold me upright, and then I collapse, crawling onto my little makeshift bed, completely exhausted. Maybe, just maybe I can survive this thing trying to destroy me.

Callisto’s hand trembles with fatigue as he draws it back under the door. A barrier separates me from my alphas, and the broken omega O-11 holds all the keys.

Something tells me I’m going to need all my alphas to help me break free of her.

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