Page 73 of Generation Omega: Revealed
I squeeze my eyes shut and grasp hold of my intellect against the onslaught of graphic desires summoned by her words.
“Look, you’re doing better.” She beams at me. “Tell me more. I love your accent, especially when you get all broody.”
I clear my throat for no actual reason, other than being flustered by her. “The alphas of yesteryear couldn’t protect their omegas, so now alphas must prove their mettle with each other, with their omega, and with the world—that’s my working theory. Perhaps, reveals were civilized then or maybe they were always visceral affairs that were cleaned up in the records. Either way, change has come to the omega legacy and I’m intrigued to see what happens next.”
“You think there’s a chance we survive?” She asks the question and Gideon pulls her closer as though shielding her from my answer.
“I believe we have the best chance that any pack has had since Beta Dominion began their work. We may just survive this.”
Gideon growls, “We’re going to kill so many of those bastards they’re going to need a recruitment drive.”
The truth in his words shocks me. Gideon Blake, award-winning actor and celebrity, has killed already and will kill more. The legacy is fighting back without hesitation. Sage thought I was chosen for my knowledge and I’m certain that’s true. But what if I was chosen because I’ll kill to protect my omega and the legacy. I will become a mindless killing machine if that keeps the legacy alive. It’s not like I haven’t already spilled my share of blood.
The omega moans and her hand covers her abdomen. “Whatever you’re thinking right now… it’sarousing.”
I strain against the ropes, but I don’t flail this time. Her perfume… I’m already addicted. One dose and she’s all I can imagine tasting. I flash back to what I first imagined upon catching her scent—tasting it from between her legs. My mouth waters. I want to grab her and rip off that shirt of his, spread her legs, and feast on her.
Her eyes sparkle with need and she probably doesn’t realize she’s grinding against Gideon, but he does and I do. How he controls himself is beyond my comprehension. Her scent becomes richer, showing she’s experiencing her first true bloom. Two alphas together, both focused entirely on her, are pushing her toward fully perfuming. She won’t until we’re all together, but with the arrival of each alpha, the inevitable is one step closer.
How many alphas does she have? How close are we? Keeping her safe during a heat? It’s too dangerous. Hopefully, her other alphas don’t arrive too soon—for heat reasons, as well as the distinct possibility we’ll kill each other before our enemies get the chance.
She whimpers and I’m on my feet, having broken free of the bindings. Gideon roars and I roar back. Iroar… I can’t believe this is my life. My mind and control abandon me as the omega legacy claims dominion over me. Beta neutrality, blandness, choice—these are things of the past. The future is biology, and it wants me to fuck my queen, my omega.
Though I’m free now, I don’t charge her this time and Gideon’s dominance isn’t a threat. It’s a safe harbor, as are the instincts pleading for me not to force Gideon to end my life and, with it, this iteration of the omega legacy.
“Gideon,” she whines, “I need to touch him. I need to know.Please.”
His growl transitions into a rumbling purr as her needs become clear to him. The untamed alpha remains, but it’s so obvious that he would tear out his own soul and present it to her if she asked. Soon, I’ll do the same, won’t I? Do I want that? Do I want to lose my reason? Do I have a choice?
The answer arrives as I walk toward her, unable to remain away from her for another second. In a moment of coherence, I find the strength and clarity to drop to my knees a couple feet from her. It will be her choice to touch me, if I can just hold myself together and not grab her. I’m also less likely to be a threat from here and conveniently more challenging to lift and toss off the balcony.
“Gideon,please.”
He raises her hand and kisses her palm, dragging his teeth over her skin. She writhes against him in response, profoundly affected by the lightest threat of a bite, a forever bond. He doesn’t do it, surely battling to restrain himself when she’s so close, when he could bond her before she knows what’s happening. But that would break her trust. His instincts about her are already so honed that they are breathing as one, their heartbeats seemingly synchronized, where mine lives in discordance with everything I’m meant to be.
I bow my head to force my gaze away from where her shirt rises, almost revealing exactly where I want to put my mouth. Her fragrance is too intoxicating to ever consider myself sober again. She moves closer, standing within my reach. My nails tear into my flesh as my fists tighten.
Don’t touch her. Let her touch you.
Those words are a battering ram through my mind, heart, and cock.
Don’t touch her.
Let her touch you.
Let her choose you.
Her fingers glide through my hair as she grips hold and roughly tilts my head so that our gazes collide. In her dazed eyes, I see all that’s wild and claiming control of us. Her smile is just as feral as mine.
“Hello, alpha,” she says huskily, lost from the beta woman she was, now controlled by her omega—needy, demanding, passion without restraint.
And I’m her alpha when I stand before her and capture her face in my hands. “My omega,” I declare and send a challenge toward Gideon who’s just behind her, his body flush against hers.
With her between us, there will be no violence. She claws at my shirt and I help, ripping it off and tossing it aside. Then she pulls at her own and Gideon assists by lifting it over her head. Suddenly, she’s naked before me, so stunning I can barely form words to describe her perfection.
Her hands tease along my chest, and she releases a cub-like snarl at the old scars she finds there. She wants something more from me and pulls me closer so that she can lean against me, while Gideon maintains his contact behind her. Once she’s between us, skin to skin, my heart battles for its independence, but it’s doomed to fall under her spell, to join the rhythm of hers, and even Gideon’s.
A true pack shares one beating heart.
