Frantic (The Omegaborn Trilogy 2)

I needed them to fuck me.

The white-haired man made the first move, pulling a sword off his back and surging forward toward the painted alpha. The city alpha pulled a machete from his belt and rushed at the white-haired one. All three of them snarled at one another and the sounds of metal clanging against steel echoed through the valley. The three alphas fought viciously and without a care for their own safety, just hell bent on killing each other and claiming me as their own.

Each of them was equally strong and fierce. The white-haired man fought with the experience of both time and many battles, which meant he fought very differently than the others. His movements were unique, vicious, and almost cruel. His upper lip snarled with the intensity of his brutal nature.

The one with war paint fought with two curved swords and he wielded them with the knowledge and familiarity of one who had seen battle too. His movements were like those of a wild panther, savage and animalistic, but graceful.

“She’s mine,” the white-haired man growled maliciously, but the painted alpha swung his curved swords hard, connecting with and scraping off the other’s sword.

The city alpha fought far differently than the others. His movements were swifter and more calculated, as though he trained in a much more formal fashion than the other two. He pulled off a shot with his gun but then the white-haired alpha knocked it from his grasp, forcing him to resort to the long machete he had at his waist instead.

“Stop fighting,” I whispered as my body answered to their presence. If I had thought my lust had been powerful before, I was kidding myself. Now, my skin simmered with my unreleased pleasure, so electrified with my desire that I’d do anything to feel the touch of the alphas in my presence. I had wanted the betas guarding me before the alphas arrived, but now I was seething at their scent. I needed them.

The omega within me craved their touch, wanted to feel their thick cocks in between my legs and then their knots holding me captive. I was made to bow to men like these and my genetic makeup was forcing me to recognize this fact with my mind, body, and soul.

They fought each other hard and soon, they had all drawn blood. They glistened with sweat and adrenaline as the three of them vied for the right to claim me as their own. I didn’t care which one of them won, but at this rate, they were going to kill each other and if that happened, I’d have to suffer through the throes of estrous on my own.

I didn’t know any of them nor had we developed any sort of connection. I didn’t even know the names of the men who were fighting over me. Honestly, I really didn’t care if they killed each other, other than the fact that then there would be no one to fuck me. The betas guarding me weren’t going to do it and who knows if there were other alphas out here in the wilds within the vicinity to sense me and how long I’d have to wait for them to arrive, but I was far too impatient for that.

I was suffering already, bound tight and helpless as my desire to fuck an alpha drove me mad. My pussy and my legs were soaked with my slick and my entire body hummed with a lust so desperate that I could scarcely stand not being fucked right now. The ball of desire in my belly caused me to cry out in pain. My nipples stood at attention, craving to be pinched, bitten, and kissed by a man. My breasts were tender and heavy with arousal and I keened as a powerful surge of lust rushed through my limbs, every muscle tightening with desire as I imagined being forced down to my knees and fucked like I needed to be fucked.

“Please,” I begged, a little louder this time, but still they didn’t listen.

I struggled at the ropes holding me captive, trying to break free even though I knew it was useless.

“Stop fighting!” I screamed then. “Fuck me. All of you. Together,” I cried, fighting off tears of hopelessness and despair. I wanted them so badly that I feared I’d soon start to sob with the power of my heat.

The white-haired man jumped back, and the others followed, all of them turning their eyes to meet mine.

“Please. Just take me. Help me. Please. I need you and I’m willing to take all of you. Just stop fighting,” I begged, and the three of them looked at each other with suspicion.

The white-haired alpha, as dangerous and battle-hardened as he was, was the first to sheathe his sword, and the other alphas followed suit. They gazed at one another and in that moment, the three of them put aside their struggle for dominance and became a hesitant pack of their own. And then they approached me.

Three alphas joined me on the stage, and I couldn’t help but notice the crowd watching on top of the wall had grown to epic proportions.

“It’s not every day the city leaves an omega sacrifice outside their walls,” the painted alpha murmured, and the white-haired alpha nodded in agreement.

“What’s your names?” I asked demurely, my voice low and full of arousal.

“Garret,” the white-haired man answered first, his voice so deep and gravelly that my thighs twitched with excitement to be taken by such a man.

“Lothgar,” the painted man said next, and I smiled gently in his direction. His voice was stern and expectant and so masculine that I felt a droplet of slick roll down my legs in response to it.

“Ravick,” the city alpha replied, while he crossed his arms over his chest. He was tall and strong, and I found myself lost in his powerful green eyes.

“I’m Triss. Please, free me and I’m yours,” I pleaded, and Garret smirked with a dark and seductive promise. The three of them reached for the ropes and pulled. The strands of rope disintegrated under their strength and I fell forward, but they caught me in their arms.

I looked up into Ravick’s green eyes, then Garret’s and Lothgar’s, and the breath left my lungs in a rush. I could see the heat in their gazes and despite my nervousness at being fucked for the very first time, I wanted it. My own eyes flicked up toward the viewing area atop the wall and I could see the judgement in the looks from the crowd, but I didn’t care.

The taking of my virginity was going to be so shameful that I knew I would remember this lesson for the rest of my days.

“I was the first to arrive, so I’ll be the first to claim this omega pussy,” Garret demanded, and the others nodded in agreement. The white-haired alpha pressed me down roughly so that I lay flat on my back. I could feel his strength in that simple touch and the breath stuck in my throat. I whimpered softly, feeling the cool wood beneath my naked skin.

Garret stood over me and growled softly as he shrugged off his tunic and then undid the thick leather belt at his waist. His chest was marred with even more scars from battles fought and won, but it did nothing to diminish his cruel beauty. He growled softly and I whimpered, feeling the weight of his dominant nature over mine. He was sculpted muscle and he demanded my submission. My pussy surged with more slick, preparing itself to take his cock hard and deep. I spread my thighs for him, both afraid and ridiculously turned on by his harsh demeanor. My hips undulated gently in his direction while the ball of desire at my core clenched hard at the prospect of finally being claimed by an alpha.

He pushed the leather hide of his pants down and revealed the thick length of his cock. It was bigger than I imagined, and I stared at it nervously as the head bobbed in my direction. The head was wide, already slick with a drop of pre-cum, and I knew his girth was going to hurt when he finally pushed inside me. Thick veins pulsed on either side of his shaft and I licked my lips, suddenly yearning to see what he tasted like.

He didn’t give me much time to prepare myself as he knelt over me. He growled harshly and I whimpered beneath him as he spread my legs wider with his knee.