Trained For Their Pleasure (Omega Prey Book 5)

by L. V. Lane

  “I am,” Jack rumbles. “And it feels fucking good. I will not last long. The little brat is clenching something fierce.” I see his eyes darken with feral intent. “But she will soon repent her naughtiness when I begin to work my knot in and out.”

  Releasing my wrists, he takes hold of my waist, rises, and slams me off and on his length.

  I squeal as nerves the length of my channel rush to life.

  “Goddess!” A shiver ripples through me as the knot slips out and then in. “Oh!!!”

  Then he does it again, and again, and I climb toward the blissful high swiftly.

  He purr-growls as he ruts me. I rake the furs beneath me, trying to find a source of stability in this storm. I am so full inside, all tingly and throbbing and glorious at the same time. The rippling sensation of his knot is making me absolutely wild. The fullness every time it enters me, is like a spiral pulling me ever tighter and higher.

  “Fuck,” I distantly hear Fen say. “Fuck, she is taking your knot so well.”

  The furs dip as Fen lays beside me. Taking my hand, he places it over his cock, groaning as I begin to pump up and down the thick shaft. Cupping my cheek, he turns my face toward his. Eyes darkening, he drinks in my tormented pleasure. “Such a good girl,” he says before forcing three fingers deep into my mouth.

  I gag, my pussy clenches. “Mmnnn!”

  “Oh fuck, she really liked that,” Fen says. Removing his fingers, he closes his lips over mine and pinches over my nipple hard before rolling it roughly. I groan into his mouth as our tongues meet and tangle. My hand pumps erratically over his weeping cock. He thrusts into my fingers and deepens the kiss.

  There are too many sensations at once, and all of them are divine. But the feeling of Jack’s cock slamming in and out of my pussy builds a primitive kind of urgency. I wrench my lips from Fen’s, sucking air into my lungs. My eyes lower, and a deep groan rises from my chest. The knot is obscenely swollen, thick, round, and purple. I groan again, wanting to tear my eyes away and yet mesmerized. My jaw hangs slack, my pussy strains to accept the monstrous knot. I am so slippery; I’m sure that is the only reason it can breach me at all.

  Jack’s hands tighten on my waist. He growls. He can barely force it in. Fen squeezes and tugs my nipple cruelly as he nuzzles the side of my throat.

  “Oh! Goddess! Please! It won’t fit.”

  Then it slips inside in a rush. “Ohgodohgodohgod!”

  Jack

  She is coming. The sensation of her pussy milking my knot is sublime. My balls tighten, and jet after jet of hot cum spews out. Fen palms her throat, holding our writhing mate still. “Good girl, such a good girl,” he croons. “That feels so good, doesn’t it? We are going to fill you up so well.”

  Back arching against the furs, she is either trying to buck me off or pull me in, it is hard to tell.

  I pin her tighter to me and jet more cum into her womb.

  “You will not leave these furs until you are good and bred,” I say, rocking my hips against hers because it feels so fucking amazing when it makes her squeeze over my knot. “Your hot little cunt has taken all my cock and knot.”

  She groans, half insensible with her climax. I smirk contented to the depth of my soul as my cock jerks through the after-throws.

  Fen kisses her cheek and down her throat, sucking little bites while humping into her grasping hand. “Fuck, I need to rut her. I am going to fucking come if I don’t get inside her soon,” he mutters between kisses.

  He can wait. I am first among us, and my seed will be planted first. I keep jetting more, my balls tightening to the point of pain as they reach for every drop of seed.

  I am calm again now that I have filled my sweet little Beta all up. Were it not for Fen growing ever more restless, I would tuck the lass under me until my knot properly softened.

  But there is not only me. There is another mate who has needs. So the moment my knot softens enough, I steel myself and pull out.

  “Oh!”

  “Hush,” I say, gathering her hands when she tries to cover her gushing pussy up. “Let me see.”

  “No!”

  She gets a smack to her thigh when she tries to close her legs.

  “Gods,” Fen says, a note of wonder in his voice. He leans up, and like me, is riveted by the sight of her ruined pussy leaking out my cum.

  I want to fucking plug her again as I see the cum trickling out, saturating her all the way to the furs. I push a couple of fingers in, growling as I feel how open she is.

  “Fuck,” Fen mutters. His need to rut is momentarily forgotten as he pushes a finger in roughly beside mine.

  “Goddess, please!” Hazel wails.

  Fen smirks and thrusts a second finger in. “Pull her open,” he says. “I want to see.”

  With our fingers speared deep inside her, we gently pull her open, and another great gush of cum pours out. I rest my palm over her tummy and gently push, ejecting yet more cum.

  Filthy and intensely arousing all at once, my dick jerks in anticipation of filling her all up again. But I must wait my turn, for Fen rolls above her and rams his cock deep.

  Hazel

  I don’t like the feeling after Jack pulled his knot out. My poor pussy was so open and achy before they tried to stretch me even more.

  But this thrusting fullness as Fen pounds into me—this I like.

  My body rises. It’s like I am sitting on the edge of bliss, teetering permanently on the slimmest thread.

  Above me, Fen’s handsome face has taken on a savage edge. He uses me roughly, not hesitating to work his growing knot in and out. My newly stretched muscles are sore in the best kind of way.

  “Harder,” I say. Then want to swallow my stupid tongue for making such a request. But I am so close to the sharp bliss that will consume me when I come, and a little more will get me there.

  Fen’s face darkens, taking on a sinister gleam as he rips out.

  “Oh!”

  What? Why?

  I am tossed over onto my belly. Fen’s big hands circle my waist, dragging my ass up and back.

  “Mmnnn!” I moan into the furs as Fen fills me once again. This position allows him to go even deeper, and I’m soon gasping and trying to wriggle away when he batters that sensitive place deep inside.

  “Good girl,” Jack says. He gathers my wrists, pinning them to the bed before my face so that I cannot get enough leverage to struggle. “We need to take you extra deeply so that our seed can fully fill you. Try and relax and let Fen take you how he needs.”

  I wail out my protest, trying not to listen to the filthy wet sounds it makes as Fen fucks me deep and fast.

  “Oh! He is swelling!”

  Jack toys with my hair, watching my tormented face as Fen begins to slow, forcing the knot in and out. I try to fight it, but my poor pussy has no choice but to give.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Fen growls behind me. “I am knotting her. I’m knotting her, our sweet Beta mate.” He pulls his knot out one last time before tightening his hold on my waist and battling to stuff it back in.

  I wail, screech, and thrash as the thick swelling is forced all the way in where it nestles, plugging me. Then my pussy convulses around the knot. Dark and twisty pleasure and pain merge with blinding lights as my pussy clenches. I hump myself back so that I might get more. Hot gushes pulse inside me as he gently rocks his hips growling and purring his pleasure.

  “She fucking loves a knot,” Fen says roughly.

  So much cum is filling me. It drips and trickles down my thighs and onto the soft furs.

  “Oh! My tummy hurts!” He does not seem to stop coming, and a terrible pressure builds deep inside me as the knot holds everything inside.

  “You will need to get used to this,” Jack says. “Try and bear it for a little longer.”

  I don’t have a choice.

  “Clench,” Fen demands.

  “No!”

  I hear his dark chuckle as his fingers find my swollen clit. He begins to strum it ro
ughly, and my pussy immediately tightens.

  “Good girl,” Jack says. “Best you learn to do as you’re told.” My body is in flames when Jack captures my sore nipple and tugs and pinches it roughly.

  I shatter. The climax is even darker and more twisted than the last one. It gathers up every part of me, washing over my skin, blazing in a golden line between my nipple, clit, and stuffed pussy.

  I twitch and moan against the furs, belly and pussy aching with the strain.

  The relief when Fen pulls the knot out is profound. The moment they release me, I press my fingers to my swollen tummy.

  “I need to rut her again,” Jack says. He shifts, and I groan weakly. I’m not sure I can take more.

  “She is all full up,” Fen says. “She is wasting a lot.”

  “That can’t be helped,” Jack says. Reaching under me, he brushes my hands aside and closes his big hand over my tummy. He pumps it just as he thrusts his fingers in and out of my pussy.

  “Oh! What are you doing?” I find hidden reserves of energy under this savage pumping. Wet splashing noises follow as all the cum they have pushed into me is forced back out.

  “Fuck,” Fen says gruffly when Jack finally stops. “I don’t think I can wait my turn.”

  I am utterly limp against the bed in the aftermath. But the terrible pressure has gone.

  “Best you use her pretty mouth while I fill her up again.” Grasping my hips, he feeds his cock into my pussy.

  I groan. I am so slick and open and fluttering in eagerness for the next rutting.

  “Open up,” Fen says, tipping my face to the side and presenting me with his weeping cock. Dutifully, I open, and he surges deeply.

  I groan around the hot flesh filling my mouth as Jack fills my pussy.

  Here, right here, I know what it is to be alive.

  Under their skilled attention, I climb over and over to rapturous heights. I forget about the terrors of the day and night past. Instead, I lose myself in the loving, wicked attention of my mates.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  Hazel

  “UH!” I PUSH the cup away, only for Jessa to push it back.

  “Mama says it is good for you and the babe,” she says, smirking.

  “You are jesting with me,” I say, trying and failing to determine the truth.

  “Go on, lass,” her mother says, bustling into the cottage that Jessa still shares with her parents and five other siblings. Her mother is a plain-talking woman with a little grey at her temples and dimples when she smiles. I see a lot of her reflected in her daughter except her eyes, for they come from her papa. She carries an armful of washing, which she sets on the table and begins to fold. “I would not joke about such matters. It smells foul for sure. But it’s full of healthy things that benefit a lass with child. The Baxter clan king has an Omega mate, who has great skill in herbal teas, among other things. And you have two such hale mates, I can only presume that it must be an Alpha babe. You will surely need all the help you can get! Give it another spoon of honey, Jessa.”

  Jessa rolls her eyes but spoons another dollop of honey in before placing it before me. “There,” she says. “Don’t be a wuss about it.”

  Before I can pick it up, a great wail comes from the open door as Jessa’s youngest sister, Greta, toddles into the cottage bemoaning how her brother has stolen her favorite stick.

  Jessa scoops the noisy brat up and puts her on her lap. “There now,” Jessa says. “We shall get you another stick. But first, we need to make sure Hazel drinks the tea that Mama made for her.”

  Greta’s eyes go wide; the tears stop as she peeks at me from under dampened lashes.

  “She is being very naughty about it,” Jessa continues. “And we know what happens when a lass is naughty about drinking Mama’s healing tea.”

  “She gets a spanking and dry bread for supper!” Greta announces gleefully, like I have already failed in this task.

  The stick is forgotten amid my misfortune, it would seem.

  “Go on,” says Jessa’s mama, shaking her head. “Not one of you has ever gotten a spanking for not drinking tea! Such fibs you all tell.”

  Greta giggles and sing-songs, “Hazel is getting a spanking!”

  I cut a glare at Jessa, although I’m also fighting a smile. Making a show of pulling a face, I draw the cup to my lips.

  Greta cackles as I gulp the hideous concoction down. When I’m done, Greta demands to see the cup that she might be sure I drank it all. “There is some left!” she announces, although there is no more than dregs.

  Pulling another face that is not all for show, I drink the last part up. “Uh!” The last dregs were dreadful.

  “Hail! What are you all doing inside when there is a fire and feasting to be had?” The gruff Beta male who enters the cottage is Jessa’s papa. He is surrounded by the other children who all burst into the home amid great excitement, whooping and squealing. Their father rolls his eyes at their ruckus. Patting his wife’s ass, he plants a kiss on her cheek.

  The kids all make exaggerating kissing noises. “Bloody brats!” he says. Turning, he issues a fake monster growl and chases them back out of the house.

  “Eh, they will never sleep tonight,” Jessa’s mother says, laughing.

  I’m laughing too as I thank them for the tea and take my leave with promises to see them at the feast.

  As I walk the narrow village path to my home, I feel a giddiness in my step. When I was a young lass, I could not have dreamed of finding myself so happy. Two amazing mates and a babe growing in my belly. My home is a beautiful place, and the warm, caring families like Jessa’s make it even better.

  Arriving at the steps of our home, I see Fen talking to Brandon. The light has begun to fade, and lanterns have been lit. Fen is so handsome; it hardly seems possible that the young Alpha who stole my first kiss should come to be my mate all these years later.

  He turns on hearing my approach, and whatever Brandon is saying is forgotten as Fen smiles at me. My tummy does that little tumbling thing. This is love, I realize, this warm feeling that grows in my belly and in my chest whenever one of my mates turns my way, smiles, or holds me—a beautiful sensation of being home that is about more than a place.

  “I’ll see you at the feast,” Fen says to Brandon, never taking his eyes from me. Smirking, Brandon stalks off. As I near, a strange shyness settles over me. Fen snakes an arm around my waist as I try to dart past, pinning my back flush to his chest. “Where do you think you’re going?” he demands. Lowering his lips to my throat, he nibbles up the side in a way that makes me squirmy.

  “I need to get ready!”

  “I need to rut you,” he growls, hand lowering until it rests over my belly. “I can’t wait for this to get bigger.” His hands slide to cup my breasts. “And these.”

  “What are you two up to?” Jack demands, approaching from inside the home. His expression is very stern, and his eyes lower to where Fen is cupping my breasts. “There is a feast, and we need to be there.”

  “I need to rut her,” Fen says.

  I bite my lower lip when Jack’s nostrils flare. I swear they set each other off when it comes to rutting. It has been a few weeks since the fateful night when Jessa and I were taken captive. Since then, they have been attentive to bedding me in the furs, and elsewhere. They take turns to feed me breakfast and supper. An event that as often as not leads to them making me feel good before a swift rutting.

  I admit I encourage them. Jack says it is my pregnancy at work. But I think it is just the natural impact of a lass having the constant attention of two such virile mates.

  “She wants it,” Fen says confidently when Jack does not move. His hands lower to my waist again. I’m a little disappointed.

  Jack’s face softens, and his hooded gazed lowers to meet mine. “The lass is naturally lusty,” he says, stepping into me, crowding my small body back into Fen. Goddess, it makes me hot and breathless when I am pinned between their strong bodies like this. “We wil
l tend to her tonight before the stars and Goddess,” he adds decisively. “Once the children have been sent to bed. We have not yet taken her thus and before the clan.”

  Heat fills my cheeks. I have heard whispered conversations about feasts. Jessa is excited. This is the first time she will not be sent home with the children. It is the first time she may be with Brandon as a woman is with a man, if she chooses to. I have a feeling that she might decide to make Brandon wait.

  Then there is the unfinished business between Jessa and Gage, who, by all accounts, is bloodthirsty and ruthless.

  But that is another story that is yet to unfold.

  “Tonight then,” Fen says, and stepping back, lands a firm swat on my ass. “Best get yourself ready, lass.”

  Jack

  We both watch our sweet little mate run inside to wash and change with a smile on our faces. Not so long ago, I had forgotten how to smile. There was little happiness in my life. I was existing, but not living.

  “She has been good for you,” Fen says, catching me staring into the house like the love-sick whelp that I am. I ought to cuff my insolent brother for making light of what was a difficult time of my life. But I don’t. He means well.

  He is also right.

  “She has been good for both of us,” I counter. Fen is not so young, but he has never matured until he needed to step up and assume his duties toward the clan. A change that only happened since he took Hazel as a mate. She has matured him, just as she has softened the pain that once held me. We laugh a lot now. We also spend a great deal of time loving her in the furs, and wherever else we catch the little imp and can engage in a swift rutting.

  “Aye,” he agrees, grinning.

  Hazel

  A great fire blazes on the shore of the loch. The clan gathers around on the grassy banks. Here, they spread out blankets and furs. Lanterns hang from tall poles thrust into the ground giving the feast a magical feel. Food and drinks are brought out: Roasted pork, salmon, trout, duck, and honeyed wine and beer. There is music and dancing. Children and adults alike are full of merriment. Tonight, Jack is the one who feeds me as I sit on his lap. Fen chats to a young warrior, but his eyes often stray toward me.