Page 102 of Generation Omega: Revealed
This whine is a red flag waved at the most feral bull that ever lived.
“I want your cock, alpha.” I’m mewling and grinding against him.
Still, he moves slowly, a predator enjoying the hunt, as he lowers his fingers and plunges them into my core again. This time, when he raises his drenched fingers, he holds them beneath his nose, his eyes closing as he inhales my perfume. Then his dark eyes open, his gaze capturing mine, as he licks my arousal from his fingers.
I witness the madness of an alpha for his omega, a moment before Gideon snaps. I’m thrown back, his hand pressed firmly on my belly to keep me trapped as he spreads my legs. He claims me with his mouth, his tongue thrusting inside me. I cant my hips to give him more access and, when his purr reverberates into me, I climax, earning his appreciation as he laps deeper inside me.
The second he moves away, I feel empty—hollow even—and desperate to be filled, to be his, to be claimed in every way by my alpha. He’s over me, his massive body above me, as he grazes his teeth along my neck. I turn my head away, surrendering to him, my tender skin aching to be violated.
Yes… yes… yes… bite me.
The gentle contact of his teeth against my skin causes me to quiver uncontrollably. His deep chuckle shatters another chain inside me—this one namedControl.
Without warning, his hand grips my chin and he holds me how he wants. He’ll do what he wants. He’s my alpha. The tip of his cock touches my opening and he drives inside me. I cry out, my body struggling to accept his girth, panting through the most glorious agony of my life.
Yes… yes… yes…It’s a song inside me that has no end.
His finger within reach, I lick it, spiraling up the climax staircase so swiftly, I can barely breathe. But I can taste—it’shim, and he’s everything.
Gideon rams into me with a fury I couldn’t have handled before becoming an omega. Light flashes in my mind as pain and pleasure unite, intertwining into perfection. He’s railing me and my inner muscles clench around him, seeking to lock him inside me and never set him free. But he pulls back, a reminder that he holds the reins, before he surges forward again.
When Gideon abruptly leaves me, I scream, mindless and lost without him. He flips me over, lifts my waist while shoving my legs farther apart, my knees now bent, my forehead on the mattress. My core pulses, grasping at the nothingness while he waits, his rumbling purr hitting me in waves that tighten every muscle, electrify every cell. Then he’s over me, his chest against my back, as he thrusts inside me. I wail as I take him… no, as he takes me.
It’s all heat. It’s all sensation.
There’s no separation now.
I’m the omega and he’s the alpha, and we’re doing what is most natural, the divine dance of primal unions. We’re celebrating connection, holding nothing back. From life. From each other. From this world.
I soar as he pounds into me. I can’t count the climaxes because it’s all one climax. I can’t measure time passing, because it’s meaningless. All that exists is us—in this place and time, we are all that matters.
There’s no part of my body that Gideon doesn’t kiss, lick, or drag his teeth across, tantalizing me with the promise of a bite. It’s all building. Everything is building toward a detonation that our old selves won’t survive. That’s what this is. It’s all preparation for the true bond that’s coming, one that will break more than the surface of our flesh.
The haze clears just enough that I’m aware of another change. Gideon’s seated again, leaning against the bed frame, and I’m riding his cock, my fingers digging into his shoulders. His powerful hands control the pace with which I rise and then descend onto him, while he plows into me from below. Sweat covers us both, our sweet perfume the air we drink.
Pressure steals my breath as he pushes me onto him and I feel the first hint of his knot. It’s so huge against me, impossibly massive, but he knows I was built to take my alpha’s knot. I know it too, but that doesn’t stop my whimpering as he lifts me and shoves me deeper onto his cock.
Too full… too full… and not full enough—fight or flight becomes accept or reject, and I’ll never reject my alpha. His eyes glitter with the same fierce need that burns in me.
I will take my alpha’s knot, even if it kills me.
My nails break through his flesh as the torment continues. He brings me higher where I can catch a breath, before forcing me back down again. I take the beginning of his knot, but there’s so much more. Again and again, our collision continues until I’m weeping, these tears unlike any I’ve ever shed—these tears and the pain that inspired them are cleansing me, freeing me, opening space for my alpha to make a home inside me.
“Take my knot, omega,” Gideon snarls and bears down, not allowing me to do anything but obey, thrusting up from below and driving his knot all the way into me.
My head’s thrown back, my breath deserts me, and I utter sounds of despair at the excruciating price of this connection. I can’t feel the rest of my body, where its boundaries are or ever were. All I feel is his knot inside me, filling me like nothing ever will.
Still unable to draw a breath, darkness flickers in my vision. Not even my alpha’s purr can reach me now—I’m locked in the embodiment of anguish. Is this how it’s supposed to be? Is something wrong? Did I do something wrong? AmIwrong?
Acceptance is always tested.
I’m holding back—that’s what the legacy means. I’m not accepting his knot orhim. But why? To get beyond the pain as quickly as possible, I dive head first into all my unfaced trauma. Thankfully, this one isn’t a great mystery. There’s only one reason I wouldn’t accept Gideon heart and soul.
Ethan.
The way we left things.
The fear that he won’t understand.
