by Lizzy Bequin
I look up into the towering Alpha’s face. His eyes are so dark and intense, penetrating deep into my soul.
“Too long?” I laugh, thinking about what we did at the SynerGen facility. “Kane, it was just last night.”
I gasp again as Dog and Truk sneak up behind me, one on either side. Their own hot, stiff, pierced cocks prod against my ass. My sex clenches with desire, as if begging to grab onto any one of these three dominant penises. More moisture drizzles from my shamefully wet hole.
Kane’s powerful fingers grip my throat.
“I’m not talking about what we did alone in that cell,” Kane purrs. His white teeth flash in his dark beard. “I’m talking about sharing you. Sharing you with my pack brothers. Sharing your soft, helpless omega body until your legs are too weak to walk. It’s so much better that way, don’t you agree?”
The last part is not directed to me. It’s directed to the other two Alphas. They do not answer with words, but with deep, rumbling growls of assent. They gyrate their hips, stroking their long, smooth cocks against me and drizzling my flesh with their precursor fluid. They nip and gnaw and suck at my shoulder, my ears, my neck.
My body starts to melt under the triple attention of these Alphas.
Three pairs of hands explore every forbidden curve and crevice of my body, tickling and plucking at my piercings. Three hard and pulsating cocks hump and rub against me. Three wicked Alpha mouths torture my skin deliciously.
“But Kane,” I moan. “If I’m too weak to walk, then how will we get back to the ruins?”
He purrs against my moistened lips.
“I’ll carry you, omega. I’ll carry you all the way back with my knot buried in your cunt if I have to.”
He claims my mouth in a kiss so hard and dominating that I’m sure it will leave a mark. His pack brothers devour me from behind. All three of them guide my body down to the ground, their actions perfectly synced up, as they decide how to divvy up my flesh and share my needy openings.
We stopped here under this ancient ruined overpass to rest. But there is no rest to be had. Not with three hungry Alphas on the loose.
EPILOGUE: SLOANE
six months later
Lily joins me on the floor by the base of the Source. She settles down cross-legged beside me and gets comfortable. The glow of the data slate in her lap lights her face up a pale blue amid the dimness of the chamber. Once she’s gotten herself situated, she starts to read.
Checking the reports coming out of the city hive has become a daily ritual for us.
In the days and weeks following the release of Lily’s message among the public, there was a massive uproar. People turned against SynerGen and the government. There were protests, which led to riots, which eventually led to all out chaos in some sectors of the city. There was destruction of property, looting, and in some cases worse.
But there were good effects too. Eventually, the government was pressured into bringing SynerGen down. The scientists and leaders who knew about the coverup were exposed and brought to justice.
With one exception.
Colonel Fulgore never went to trial.
When they came for him, he was found in his office with his brains splattered all over the wall behind him. In his hand was a pistol, its smoke mixing with that from the stubby cigar smoldering in the ashtray on his desk.
Okay, maybe I’m taking some liberties with the exact details of the scene, but that’s how I picture it in my mind.
Since that time, there have been other changes too. The government has been going through a major overhaul. With the great public outcry, the old guard of authoritarians are gradually being replaced by reformers. Things are becoming more transparent and open, and the people are becoming more free.
But it hasn’t been easy. Lots of people have died in the process. And there are still so many seemingly insurmountable problems for the outside world, from overpopulation to pollution to crime.
Still, things are heading in a better direction.
We get our updates from a number of sources via the data slate. Some of the information comes directly from leaders and journalists to whom Lily sent her transmissions.
Some of the most interesting and telling information, however, comes to us from a mysterious source whose messages are always simply signed with the letter H.
As Lily finishes reading off the reports of the goings on in the city, she grows quiet and looks off across the chamber.
“Lily, what’s the matter?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” she sighs. “It’s just that I can’t help thinking about all of the violence and destruction that we’ve caused. The riots, the fighting. I mean, people have died because of this. Because of us.”
She turns her eyes toward me.
“Sloane, did we do the right thing?”
“Lily…”
I lean forward—which is slightly difficult with my bulging belly—and I place my hand on her knee.
“Listen to me, Lily. We didn’t cause any of that. People didn’t riot because of anything we did. They were angry at SynerGen for causing the Cataclysm, for killing millions of people, and for trying to sweep the whole thing under the rug. All we did was let people know the truth.”
Lily smiles. She takes my hand and gives it a squeeze.
“You’re right,” she says. “Thank you, Sloane.”
“Of course I’m right. I’m always, oops—“
As I sit back, I lose my balance and start to roll backward on my butt. Somehow, I still haven’t gotten used to having a huge pregnant belly yet. I’ve still got three months to go, but I’m already massive. I don’t know how big my litter will be, but it’s going to be at least three or four.
A pair of strong hands catch me from behind and set me upright again.
“Careful, little mate.”
I tilt my head back and find myself staring up at Dog’s face with his short beard and piercing eyes. His military cut has grown out over the last months, and now his head is covered with dark, sexy curls.
“Thank you,” I say with a smile.
He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to my lips.
Kane and Truk come striding up after him, squatting on either side of me. They have been out hunting since dawn, and their skin smells of the forests and fields.
“How is our little brood?” Kane purrs.
He gently smooths his massive, rough hand on my swollen belly.
“They are very excitable today,” I laugh.
Right on cue, somebody kicks inside me, a tiny foot bumping against Kane’s palm.
“So I can feel,” he chuckles. “That one is a little omega, I believe. Strong and defiant like her mother.”
I smile at that thought. Beside me, Dog smiles as well, and he also touches my distended belly.
“I wonder how many little ones are in there?”
Here in the Zone, it’s not like the outside world. We don’t have ultrasound to look at these things. Only time will tell how big my litter is and how many baby Alphas and omegas are among them.
It really doesn’t matter.
Whoever they turn out to be, I will love them with my whole heart. I already do. And I know that their three protective Alpha daddies feel the same way.
Truk, however, in his constant curiosity, can’t seem to wait.
“Maybe I can smell,” he says.
He kneels down and places his head between my open legs, pressing his face against my loincloth-covered crotch.
“Truk!” I shout, “What the hell are you doing?”
His head pops up with a quizzical look.
“What?”
“You can’t just do that with people around,” I gasp.
I notice Lily clapping a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter. It’s hard to be all that embarrassed, I guess. After all, she knows all about dealing with three Alpha mates too.
“Four,” Truk says, sitting back on his haunches. “Three Alphas and one omega.”
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bsp; Dog shakes with laughter.
“Come on, you can’t tell that from sniffing,” he laughs.
Truk flashes him an innocent look.
“I can, I swear. It’s three Alphas and one omega. You’ll see.”
We all laugh once more, and then Kane purrs lightly at my ear.
“Are you all done with the reports for today, mate?”
I nod.
“Yeah, but I just want to sit here for a little while. I like it here, close to the Source.”
It’s true. There is something pure and refreshing about being near the Source, and with my three Alphas by my side, it’s even better. I can feel our bond even more strongly, like bands of invisible light connecting me to each of them through our piercings and through the marks on my neck and shoulders.
The three of them settle in beside me, surrounding me with their intense warmth. I look at them one by one—steadfast, militaristic Dog, primitive, wild Truk, and savage, dominant Kane.
They are my lovers.
My protectors.
My guardian angels.
I look at them again, each in turn. I look at their brutal, masculine features decorated with steel piercings and their skin nicked with scars.
No, guardian angels isn’t quite right. These Alphas are my guardian devils.
And I am their omega.
THE END
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About Lizzy B.
Hailing from the Deep South, Lizzy Bequin enjoys writing dark and steamy romance stories that explore the primal side of love and lust. When she’s not writing or reading, Lizzy is serving the whims of the two evil feline overlords who rule her home.
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