Hesitantly, I lifted my fingers and gently smacked the top of my clit. I hissed a slightly pained breath and then I did it again, while twirling my other hand around my nipple. I squeezed it, pinching it hard and twisting it a little and I breathed a short, heated sigh of relief.
That felt a little better.
Over and over, I slapped my pussy, punishing my bare, vulnerable flesh. Then I pressed down on my clit, pinching and kneading that hard little bud as I coaxed one orgasm forward and then another.
But it still wasn’t enough.
My skin crawled with ravenous, insatiable lust and nothing I could do could stop it. Terrible agony ripped through my core and I began to sob, trying to coax myself into yet another orgasm, but it did nothing to stop the intensity of the arousal burning through my veins.
I began to sob. I began to beg. I cried out for Alix, Wolfe, and Ivan, needing them to come to me and help me survive this. I pleaded for them to save me.
I withdrew my hand from between my legs and curled my arms around my knees. I dropped my forehead down, allowing my mask of dark hair to fall in front of my face as I howled with my suffering.
Beneath me, I could feel the pool of slick growing with each passing second. I could feel it dripping down my thighs onto the floor beneath me and I squeezed my eyes shut.
I couldn’t look out at the crowd. I couldn’t stomach their disgust at my wanton display of instinct. And most of all, I couldn’t handle the shame that came with being an omega.
“Seize her!” someone yelled.
The crowd roared with anger.
My pussy quivered and a stream of slick leaked from my body down onto the floor. Lust-filled agony tore through my system, leaving me trembling in its wake. Tears poured down my face and Triss just laughed behind me.