Page 78 of Generation Omega: Revealed
My hand tightens on his arm. “I accept you,alpha.”
A rumbling purr erupts in his chest and I don’t know which of us is more surprised. I burrow into him, unable to stop myself. I’m not an omega. A purr shouldn’t affect me. But damn, the bliss that explodes inside me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It’s pure euphoria and it hits my groin, causing an unfortunate response.
I cough nervously, tempted to pull away from him, but he purrs louder, chuckling at me and my now fully erect cock tenting my pants. “Sorry… I…”
“You’re perfect. Never apologize for anything.”
Nerves rack through me. “No, I’m not… this can’t be…”
I can’t lie. I don’t want to, and what would be the point anyway? He can hear my thoughts. He’s listening to this tortured inner monologue right now. So, here it is,Kazimir. I’ve been confused all my life and every time I searched for answers, I got lost in more questions, more darkness, more uncertainty. I didn’t think I could allow myself to be with Tillie until I knew myself completely. But I caved because I love her so much and my doubts were destroying my life and hers.
Images of everything that happened at Auntie Jem’s place surge in my mind and I’m powerless to stop them. In the midst of that private show I would never willingly share—especially with the man who wanted to kill her—the answers become tangible enough that I can grasp them with both hands.
Fate… it’s fate.
That’s the answer that always escaped me, the reason I loved her so fully while also knowing I had other desires that didn’t fit into the life I was meant to share with her. I never would have lied. I never would have cheated on her. That’s what I resolved before our trip here—that it was okay to live my life without all the answers, because I would never betray her.
Tillie is the love of my life and that will never change. But is it possible I always knew there was something more to our path than just the two of us? She’ll have her alphas and I’ll…
I break off that thought, mortified by what I revealed to him. He doesn’t want me that way. Now, it’s going to be awkward, and I can’t erase what he already knows.
“Ethan,” he purrs, “you’re safe. I won’t judge you—I can’t. You’re mine. I can’t explain what that means to me.Nothing has ever belonged to me, but you do. You’re mine and you’re perfect. You never need to fear me knowing you better. I can’t turn against you. I will only ever try to understand you and help you.”
I glance down at my cock tent and scoff. “But isn’t this awkward?”
“I was thinkingimpressive, but we can redefine the wordawkwardif you want.”
Desire pools within me and I’m trembling in his arms. “But are you…?”
“Have I ever fucked a man? Is that what you’re asking?” His growly tone only deepens my unauthorized arousal.
“Yes.” It’s my turn with the one-word answers.
“No. Never. But it’s not about beta gender constructs anymore. You’re mine. I want to please you—it’s in my veins… it’s everything. This is about answering a call I couldn’t hear before that is now blaring in my skull.”
“What about Tillie? Do you not hear the call to be with her?”
His fury uncorks like a shaken champagne bottle. “Stop talking about her.”
“Then answer the question,” I push, completely unafraid, desperately wishing Kazimir and I could be locked in a cage with no audience at all. I want to fight him to see what he’s made of—no bullet wounds, burns, or bites though, just two fighters looking for the clarity that only comes from violence. “When you bite her, will you care about her as much as you care about me?”
“I won’t bite her,” he snarls. “I’d rather rip my teeth out. But I will protect her. That will have to be enough.”
“But what about your instincts?”
“I willcontrolthem,” he says through gritted teeth, before confessing, “But that might make it harder to control myself with you. I might be rougher with you—the strain of denying the pull toward her isbrutal.”
Rougher? Why am I so stirred up at the thought of Kazimir’s inability to control himself with me? My cock is so engorged, it’s painful.
“Do you want me to help you with that?” He says the words lightly, not exerting any pressure.
“No, just ignore it.”
“That’s a pretty large thing to ignore.” He’s lighter now, teasing, his moods volatile.
I ignore him and my unruly cock. “I’m not afraid of your roughness with me, but I’ll slit your fucking throat if you ever disrespect her. Do you understand that?”
“Yes.”
