Page 96 of The Bounty

I can’t believe I’m inside her, pleasuring the most beautiful Omega I’ve encountered.

My groans fill the air, mixing with the sound of Killian’s panting and her mouth working on his length.

“So good,” Killian praises her. “Our good Omega. Taking our cocks like a good girl.”

Her scent intensifies, her sweetness swirling around me.

“Oh, fuck,” I hiss. “She’s going to come.”

“Yeah, is that right, baby?” Killian says, pumping his hips against her mouth. “You’re going to come for us? Oh fuck, I can smell it.”

Olive grips me impossibly tight, and suddenly, she screams around Killian’s length.

She’s coming on my cock.

I yank her hips back, thrusting against her as her body stills. Her cunt flutters around me and Killian lets out a roar.

“Fuck, her gag reflex is gone, she’s taking me so deep…”

My balls tighten, almost painfully, and I start to come.

I’m more animal than man, desperate to knot this perfect creature, this Omega that willingly allowed us into her nest…

I pump load after load into her as she falls over the edge, shaking in my hold. My cock inflates, stuffing her until the walls of her cunt grip me.

Killian growls, whispering to her as he pulls out of her mouth, working himself over her face.

“Open up,” he growls, as she gasps for air. “Show us how good you are at swallowing cum.”

She orgasms again, her body spasming as Killian finishes on her tongue, his growl reverberating throughout the room.

She’s beautiful with her pretty cunt stretched out on my cock, but as soon as Killian pulls away from her, she collapses on the mattress, my knot sliding out of her.

Fuck.

We tired her out. She’s not in a full Heat, so her body doesn’t have as much energy as it would if she wasn’t on suppressants.

Guilt pulses in my chest. We were too harsh with her. I lost control.

Killian comes back with a damp towel, gently wiping away the sweat and fluids from her face. “You did so well,” he whispers, his tone gentle. “But now we need to take care of you. Can we do that, beautiful?”

She whimpers, rolling onto her back, giving us a gorgeous view of her chest and glistening pussy.

My cock is still painfully hard, my knot needing more attention, but I ignore the throbbing.

It’s about what my Omega needs, not me.

“Don’t leave me,” she begs, her eyes meeting mine. “I don’t want to sleep alone.”

My heart aches at the fear in her voice.

“Never,” I promise. “You’ll never be alone again, Olive. I swear it.”