Rejected Omega, Claimed by the Twin Princes

One-night Stand 2

Marielle's POV

Inside the hotel room—Crimson Suites—I sit on the bed, naked with my thighs spread apart. The heat has gotten more intense now and f**k… it is driving me crazy. My p***y clenches so hard that it hurts and my n*****s are so tight that they feel like they are almost going to pop off.

Fuck… I am not always like this on the full moon. I used to be a lot in control of myself but tonight is so different. It really feels torturing. I clasp my thighs tightly in a desperate and futile attempt to stop the ache there but it does not stop.

I glance at the direction of the twins and they are seated—relaxed—with cigars between their lips like they have all the time in the world at their f*****g fingertips.

They wink at me, drag their cigars and puff the smoke in the air.

I do not know why they are acting this way but gods…

“Please…” the words slip out, my voice raw, broken and desperate. “My body… I am in heat.“

The twins exchange glances and their lips curl into a triumphant smirk—like I am exactly where they want me to be. Shameless. Leaking like a sick slut.

They stand and walk towards me, eyes dark with hunger and noses twitching like they are taking in my scent. I cannot differentiate them from one another; I cannot even tell the one I wanted to have s*x with initially, but the way they look at me is quite different. One stares at me like I am the one meant for him, while the other stares at me like I am nothing but his prey.

They reach the edges of the bed and crouch lower, their gazes fixed on my breasts, and they trail their tongues along their lips.

“We cannot hear you, Omega,” the first one says. “What did you say?“ He asks, poking a finger in his ear like he is bored.

On a normal day, their words would have made me angry. I would have cursed at them for treating me like a cheap w***e but I do not. Arousal is no one's mate and right now… they are the only ones who can give me what I want.

“Please, f**k me,” I scream out, more frustrated than Rylan has made me. “I want you inside me.“

They nod in satisfaction. “Good girl,” they chorus.

From the little time spent with them, I can already tell that they are egoistic he-wolves who revel in seeing their Omega desperate.

The second one hits his brother in the arm. “Miss… really wants to get f****d, huh?“

“Damn,” the first one spits. His hands reach out and he uses his sharp nails to circle round my n*****s. “Are these t**s real? They look so heavy and full.“ Then he presses his thumbs down on my n*****s.

I gasp, grabbing a handful of the duvet. f**k… the sensation from his fingers goes straight to my p***y, making my body tremble.

“They look like they ache and need to be suckled,” the second one chips in, removing his belt. “Do they?“

I nod frantically—never nodded so hard like that in my entire life. “Yes… they—ache—me—so badly,” my voice breaks from the weight of the overwhelming pleasure. “And need to be suckled.“

The first one stops circling and he starts undressing too. In minutes, they turn towards me and when my eyes drift down—between their thighs—fear grips me.

Holy. s**t!

Their c***s… oh that is not a c**k… it is a f*****g weapon. Hard. Thick. Veined. Pink tip leaking. Twice bigger than Rylan's and gods, they are not joking when they tell me I cannot take them earlier.

“You are drooling, Miss,” the one sneers, his voice mocking.

Together, they climb the bed and sit at either side of me, their heat rubbing off on me.

“Look at you, Miss,” the second one breathes me in. “I can f*****g smell you all day and not get tired.“

“I want to drink on your arousal until I am drunk,” the first one says, spreading my thighs apart.

Gods… their words have a way of making me excited, and horny all at once.

The second one grabs my breasts in his hands and squeezes them roughly, until I cry out from the pleasure and pain. f**k… Rylan's hands do not have this effect on me.

“Ohhhhhh.“ I arch my back, my hand wrapping around his wrist.

He yanks my hands away and slaps my breasts a little bit hard. “Stay put… or do you want us to chain you down and keep your cunt open until daybreak?“

Chain me down?

I do not know if it is the fear of his threats but I grab the duvet again.

The first one leans down and flattens his tongue on my n*****s. He rolls the tip of his tongue on it, bites down on it and then flattens his tongue on it again.

“Ahhh,” I whimper, shaking my head as overwhelming pleasure crashes down on me. “Ohhhh.“

The second one closes his mouth on my n****e sucking it in hard, reckless tugs—my n*****s slipping in and out of his mouth with a pop.

My hands fly to their hair. I grab it so hard that I fear I might pull out some strands. “Oh Moon,” I cry out. “Ahhhhhhhhhh, you are claiming me so well, Daddies.“

The second the word leaves my mouth, my body freezes. Heat burns my cheeks, shame colliding with a hunger I cannot name. What the hell did I just say?

For a beat, silence.

Then the first one leaves my n****e with a pop and gives me a slow, dangerous grin. “Daddies?” he murmurs, like he is savoring it.

The second one bends low, his breath ghosting hot against my ear. His voice is a growl that rakes down my spine. “Say it again.”

My lips part, but nothing comes out. Shame tangles with raw need, choking me. Just hours ago, Rylan sneered fatty like I was nothing. Now—two strangers want me trembling, want me begging.

The word burns my tongue, filthier and sweeter than anything I have ever admitted. I whisper, “Yes, Daddies, Your Omega wants you to ruin her tonight.“

“And we will,” the second one growls against my breasts like an approval. “Of course, we will, Omega.“ His hands drift down and he finds my slick folds. His fingers brush my c**t, part my lips and slip inside my p***y—it welcomes his fingers perfectly like it has been waiting for it all day.

My breath seizes. I roll my eyes to the back of my head. My stomach flips upside down. Then a guttural growl tears out of my throat.

Then he begins to thrust his fingers, in and out, rolling them brutally—my c*m making some filthy obscene sounds that echo through the room.

The first one starts rubbing around my c**t in slow… slow torturous circles and Goddess… I am not in this world anymore. These men are ruining me more than I have requested for.

How can they be this good—f*****g my p***y at once and not disrupting each other?

Can someone organise an award for them already?

“Stroke our f*****g c***s Omega,” the first one snarls.

And who am I not to obey?

My hands fly to both of their thick c***s—they are now thicker and my palm cannot wrap fully around them—and I begin stroking them. Up. Down. Stopping briefly to rub my thumb on their tips.

“f**k, Omega.“ He drags my n****e forward with his lips. “You are really doing well. Make it harder and faster.“

I obey again. Faster. Harder—until they are scorching hot against my palms.

“Oh… f**k—oh—Daddies—yes—there—oh—please—deeper—ha—yes—” My incoherent words echo through the room when the first one finds my sensitive spot and stays right on it, rubbing harder.

“Haha—my t**s—sucking—it—like—that—is—making—me—wetter—” I cry out as I feel their fangs sink deep into my peaks as if they want my breasts to bring out milk.

“Oh—Daddies—you are the best—yes—the best—in the—whole—wide—world,” I moan out because I can literally feel the fingers of the second one scratching my throat with his base grazing my c**t.

Their hard c***s in my palms, their mouths devouring my peaks, their fingers working expertly on my p***y—my breathing turns ragged, my body is on fire despite the air-condition in the room, I arch off the bed and I shatter.

Not the liquid one that I used to have with Rylan. No. Hot, thick c*m drips out of my p***y, staining my thighs.

They are still f*****g me through the release and I begin screaming, crying—until tears leak out of the corners of my eyes, down to my neck.

A few more thrusts and they slip their fingers out of me.

My hands weaken around their c***s, and I collapse on the chest of the second one, my breathing slowing.

They smirk and raise their coated fingers, then dip them into their mouths.

“f**k, Miss,” the second one growls, the vein in his neck visible. “You taste like marshmallows.“

“Oh… Moon,” the first one says calmly, shaking his head as he savours the sweet taste of me. “I really want to eat you down there.“

I do not respond, but my heart swells at their compliment.

'Beep. Beep.'

The shrill sound of a phone breaks the moment.

“Who the f**k is that?“ the first one spits, his voice thick with irritation. “It is better be someone important.“ He stands and walks towards the couch where the phone is.

He answers the call. “Hello.“

“Are you tired?“ The second one asks.

Of course… I am tired, but hell no, I still want them to eat my p***y and ass, and I still want their c***s gagging my throat and stretching my p***y beyond limits.

“No.“

“Good, because the night is far from over.“

The first one finishes receiving the call and snaps his head towards us, voice filled with urgency. “Brother… we have to leave. Now!“