Runaway Omega
Chapter 213 - – 192 - The Height Of Pleasure

Chapter 213: Chapter – 192 - The Height Of Pleasure

Bellamy’s Point Of View

There was a pulsing wave of pleasure rippling throughout my entire body. It began as a dull throb of arousal, the moment I had gotten too close to Cole and Tristan. However, when Cole thrust himself inside of Tristan, that sensation had exploded into an indescribable craven lust.

"T-Tristan... I’m sorry... I don’t think... I can be gentle, right now..." Cole murmured through gritted teeth.

"Ungh... I-It’s fine... I don’t think... Ah!... I could handle you being gentle... right now, anyway..." Tristan moaned breathlessly, as he greedily accepted Cole’s relentless thrusts.

At Tristan’s admission, Cole started pumping his hips wildly without any restraint. In response, the pulsing waves within me began to increase in their intensity, threatening to consume me completely.

"This is maddening... I feel like a feral animal on the brink of starvation..." Sylvester said, enraptured by the spectacle, as he clenched and unclenched his fists repeatedly.

"I’m starting to understand the darker implications of prolonged abstinence. Being a Hyper-Dominant Alpha, I assume that I have some sort of resistance to the side effects that are plaguing the rest of you. However, that resistance becomes null and void, when the chastity is broken... Apparently..." Ferdinand said, his body shuddering uncontrollably.

As I thought about what Ferdinand was saying, I became a bit jealous. It wouldn’t be a problem if it only affected me, but the fact that it was affecting everyone simultaneously, was quite vexing.

"Aah! Cole! S-Slow... Down..." Tristan cried out, breathlessly.

His pheromones heavily saturated the air, and his flushed cheeks were already stained with tears. He was the epitome of carnal lust and desire. Through our Bonded link, I could sense that he was steadily becoming intoxicated with a deep and irrational lustful hunger. That sensation alone was utterly bewitching, but the intense lecherous glimmer in his eyes as he looked at us, was my complete undoing.

My cock strained painfully within the confines of my pajama pants, it was practically begging to be set free. The unconscionable greed that I had for my mate corrupted my thoughts, and my body grew restless.

"Poor Bellamy... Ever the greedy, gluttonous, Alpha. You should learn to share." Ferdinand chided, before grabbing me by my neck and kissing me forcefully.

I could never handle Ferdinand when he got like this. He was way too much to handle, and I could always feel his horny excitement escalate to an irrational degree, the longer he persisted. I hated how much my body took pleasure in his shameless depravity.

"I told you to stop doing that!" I said through gritted teeth, breaking free from his hold.

"And I remember telling you, that I don’t take orders from you." He chuckled sensually into my ear.

His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. In terms of brute strength, I didn’t hold a candle to him. The problem that I had with Ferdinand when he got like this, was that he would do anything to lessen the burden on Tristan. And since that was the case, he was always unpredictable as hell.

"Tristan... I’m going... to cum..." Cole groaned.

Tristan grabbed Cole by the neck in response, and began to slam himself down onto Cole’s cock in earnest. The pleasure wracking my body doubled instantly.

Sylvester seemed to be in a hypnotic like trance, as he watched Tristan writhe in pleasure on top of Cole. He began to stroke his cock in an attempt to chase his own orgasm. His muscles rippled and tightened to a painful degree.

"Ack! W-What are you doing!?" I exclaimed, as Ferdinand began to rub my cock over my pants.

"I’m just lending you a helping hand." He replied with a smirk.

"I-I’m cumming!" Tristan cried, as he threw his head back in absolute bliss.

I grabbed Ferdinand’s wrist to stop his unwanted assistance, but he tackled me to the bed with a kiss as he simultaneously shoved his hand down my pants, increasing the intensity of my pleasure exponentially.

I no longer had any fight left in me to resist him, the euphoria of our collective orgasm seized me by the throat, and dragged me under completely.

"Tristan... Let go... Please..." Cole cried, breathlessly.

Instead of letting go, Tristan gasped sharply and began to tremble violently. Suddenly, an eerie sensation crept up my spine, making my body go ramrod stiff.

"No... Ugh... Fuck

!" Tristan moaned breathlessly, as his eyes began to glow a bright luminescent green.

’Ah, Fuck... looks like he couldn’t resist it after all...’

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Tristan’s Point Of View

I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t stop shaking, and I couldn’t resist the hunger anymore. Truth be told, I wanted to avoid this outcome above all else. Whenever all of my Alphas got involved in our sexcapades, it always turned into an all night affair.

We couldn’t afford to all be exhausted and sleep in too late, with everything that was going on, but it didn’t seem like my body was going to give us a choice in the matter.

I turned to look at Sylvester who appeared to be lost in his own pleasure, and completely spaced out. Then, I looked in Ferdinand’s direction and flinched. He was practically devouring a helpless Bellamy, and clearly enjoying it.

After all these years, the sight of Ferdinand indulging himself with my other Alphas, still stole my breath away. He was always so unbelievably erotic, and ridiculously shameless.

"Ferdinand..." I murmured softly.

He stopped immediately, and looked my way. Meanwhile, Bellamy was clearly fighting an amalgamation of conflicting emotions.

"Stop bullying Bel, Ferdinand. Pick on Sylvester instead..." I chided.

Ferdinand remained unperturbed by it all, a lascivious grin on his face as he locked eyes with his next victim. Bellamy glanced at me nervously, and then quickly looked away. I couldn’t help but smirk.

For all his visible abhorrence for the intimacy, deep down he actually enjoyed it, and he hated that most of all. Especially since I could feel just how much he enjoyed it, and he knew it.

"Come to me, Bellamy." I beckoned softly.

He crawled towards me on his hands and knees, looking everywhere except at me. He was so adorable when he was embarrassed, that it was hard to believe he was a complete sadist in bed.

"It’s okay to enjoy it, Bel. You should probably stop fighting it at this point..." I said, kissing him softly.

"No thank you... It really pisses me off how much my body just accepts that shit... And I’d never give that idiot the satisfaction..." Bellamy replied with a hmph.

I chuckled softly at his stubborn nature. I was positive that Ferdinand only treated Bellamy that way because he was so weak to the pleasure, and uncharacteristically sensitive to erotic touches now.

’But even if I tell Bellamy that, there’s no way for him to avoid it happening again... Aaaand if I’m being honest, it’s just too damn sexy to me... So why ruin the fun?’

"Ferdinand, I don’t want to entertain you! You’re way too much to handle when you get like this!" Sylvester grumbled loudly, as he tried to evade Ferdinand’s advances.

"But this is what Tristan wants. Who am I to deny my Mate’s requests?" Ferdinand chuckled sinisterly, as he pinned Sylvester to the bed.

"But I don’t want it! It’s creepy as hell how much my body reacts to you, and you always emanate an absurd amount of pleasure and satisfaction the more you keep at it!" Sylvester said, clearly nervous.

"But you do enjoy it though, don’t you?" Ferdinand retorted, before claiming Sylvester’s lips.

A shiver ran down my spine as I watched them carry on. Sylvester was right however, Ferdinand was practically oozing with craven desire. His lust was almost palpable.

I climbed off of Cole, and gave him a deep kiss. He had calmed down considerably after he ejaculated, but I could tell that he was still raring to go.

"Tristan?" Bellamy asked, hesitantly.

"It’s not enough..." I replied, climbing onto his lap next.

"Yeah... We haven’t reached the height of pleasure yet." Bellamy said with a smirk.

’The only choice we have now, is to see it through to the passionate end...