Page 11 of Omega Inked

I cry into my pillow as my hips buck against my hand, as I shove my fingers inside myself and imagine that it's not my fingers but Liam's thick, strong fingers, teasing me, making me wetter than I've ever been before. I open my mouth to cry out and imagine Phoenix pushing his cock past my lips, making me choke.

Two strong alphas...they could do so much to give me relief, but on some level, I know I need to hold out.

I cry into my pillow and come, imagining Phoenix holding me as Liam grins and fingers me. And in my fantasies, I even see the third man--Mercer, they said his name was--huge and looming, maybe lying under me and fucking my ass.

I push my fingers inside myself and my inner walls clench, and that's how I find bliss.

I give in.

I give in and cry into my pillow, imagining that I'm already claimed, already taken.

I know that here, on the boat with these powerful alphas, I'm not safe. I'm not safe even in my fantasies.

I'm not safe. Not yet.

I need to hold out.

And I don't know how.

But I know I'll be claimed soon.

I wake up the next morning feeling at least some sense of relief. My fingers are still in my pants--I think I wore myself out last time I woke up in search of something to fill me--and I hiss when I realize my hand has cramped up a little. I right myself and look around, taking in the space for the first time.

When we got here last night, I was so stressed out and so close to tumbling into heat that I didn't even process the details of what had happened. I think, on some level, I was almost high on Phoenix's pheromones...and then on Liam's and Mercer's.

They could have done whatever they wanted to me, and I would have allowed it.

I would havewelcomed it.

But they didn't.

They're good alphas--a foreign concept to me.

I take stock of what's around me and think about what the hell I'm going to do now. I left two other omegas in our makeshift den in the city center yesterday--and they're running out of suppressants, too. Jade and Kendra need my help, but in the rush of escaping from the ACB, I didn't even think about them. I was going to be our test run, then we were all going to get tattooed and find a way to escape Solstice Bay.

Now it's all fucked.

Our plan.

And for me...the clock has run out.

There's a fire in my belly and a searing emptiness between my legs.

I'm in heat, and I don't know how long this will last.

I look around at my makeshift nest--my prison through this heat--wishing I was somewhere more comfortable. This place looks like it was really cozy at some point in the past, but it hasn't been lived in for a while. I've spent the whole night sitting in a round booth by the door, and there's a couch across from me, draped with a couch cover. The kitchenette is to my right, a rusted old tea kettle on the stove, and light pours from the other end of the boat, where I have to assume there's a back door and perhaps a bedroom.

Voices come from out there. I can hear Phoenix and Liam walking around outside, heavy footsteps and one serious voice, one filled with laughter. The former has to be Phoenix; the latter, Liam. They're a perfect pair, Phoenix sober and series, Liam kind and goofy.

In any other circumstances, I might want to get to know those two.

But right now...

...fuck, I still want to get to know them.

In more ways than one.

I get up, my stomach twisting as my pussy spasms. I'm hungry, but all I want is to be fucked.

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