When the bliss was perfect, sharp pain came to her shoulder, a stab of agony partnering the cruel bite when a second pair of teeth broke the skin of her neck.
Unwelcome sensation broke through her breastbone, shattering her insides at the peak of debilitating orgasm. She was too weak to hold it back, the building chain that tore through her mind, her essence, her very soul, worse than the pair of males tearing her cunt and ass.
Choking as the world went black, the Omega was overtaken by an unthinkable distortion of self. The rage and lust rocking her body weren’t hers… they were theirs—Alpha/Beta infections, and she could not shut them out any more than she could squeeze their sperm from the cavities they’d abused.
Jacques’ final punishment had taken hold—a desecration of the pair-bond he’d sworn would bring her joy. She was not just tied to one. She was tied to two. And they were both completely rapacious, snapping up every last part of her until there was nothing left.