Page 10 of Generation Omega: Claimed
His rumbling purr and a snarl tickle my ears. If he wasn’t imagining it before, he is now. Power courses through me. Not alpha power this time—no, this is the power of a bonded mate to ensure his alpha knows what he wants.
Tillie hisses at me, tearing my attention away from Kaz and back where it belongs. Her hold on me is a vice. As much as I wish I could fill her with a knot, she’s the one wringing a climax from me, draining my cock with the forceful milking compressions of an omega’s skilled sex. She grabs my head and pulls me closer, kissing me possessively as she orgasms with a pleased cry.
I collapse over her, but she remembers her mission better than I do, nudging me to roll over onto my back. Once there, she moves onto me, sitting on my torso and my chest, dragging her slick over me as she kisses and nuzzles my neck.
My mind finally unravels the puzzle. I’m now bathed in the omega’s scent, completely protected from her alphas who would never harm their omega or anyone who wears her perfume.
Drunk on my alpha, Tillie, sex, the nest, and the scents of heaven, I know in my heart that Kaz just saved our packagain. But that doesn’t stop me from blanching when Gideon releases a roar that communicates like a thunderclap the official end of his restraint.
The first alpha is ready to rut.
CHAPTER 5
KAZIMIR
My breaths are ragged, and my soul is raw. Ethan caught a glimpse of my past and it left me shaking, unable to touch him, definitely more leery of any contact with her. But her taste is still in my mouth. I can’t escape it.
Control battles me, and my naughty beta will pay for placing tempting images in my thoughts—fucking his ass as he fucks the omega. But who am I kidding? He didn’t need to send those ideas my way, not when I have a fully operational debauchery department already up and running. Ethan’s muscular ass stole all my focus, the way it moved as he drove into her. He’s a powerful man in his own right, beta or not, and his body is made of perfectly tuned muscles, rippling with strength and endurance.
When I do take him—when I penetrate his virgin ass—I won’t let up until we both shatter. If the end comes, all I want is to be buried inside him as the world fucking detonates. I wouldn’t even care because I would already be in heaven, with no force in the universe able to bar my way.
Another missive arrives from my very own smut bureau, a regret really, that I don’t have two cocks so that my beta and my omega can mount up at once. Now,that’sa pretty picture.A soul-deep grimace claims me at even imagining touching her, and not just because of its effect on my faltering willpower. To touch her will mean completely surrendering to the omegaverse. I know I’m a delusional fool to think that act of surrender is still before me, but in some ways, it is.
I haven’t touched her. I haven’t allowed her into my heart that already feels ten sizes too big, with just what I feel for Ethan. If she summons more from me, I’ll be nothing butfeelingsand deep care, a living, breathing, unguarded bullseye for anyone seeking to destroy me. I’ve never had anything I couldn’t lose. Before Ethan, this yacht was my mostmournablepossession, but I could easily acquire another one. There is only one Ethan and, as much as it pains me to admit, there is only one Tillie Marie Harrison. A warrior girl in a delicate body, with a mighty, uncompromising heart—she could save this world from itself, from its enemies, from my father and everyone like him.
Proving my self-mastery isn’t what it should be, I trip over my intentions and land in a field of fantasies about what it will be like to connect with her. To be the origin of her appealing sighs, to awaken something in her that will only belong to me because of what I am to Ethan. Somehow, I just know she’ll give me something that no one else will ever know or touch because of what Ethan means to us both.
Accepting that truth alters my lustful desires. He’s still between us in my reverie, but it’s not about just claiming him—it’s the omega and me claiming our beta, shielding him between us. My heart clenches as I realize I’m not simply here to be her alpha, to protect and nurture her. I’m here to help her protect and nurture Ethan. Tillie knows what I know, that he’s the purest soul this world has ever known. She’ll only be able to embrace her omega role because she knows that I’m her knight tasked with cherishing Ethan, a beta.
Even as I realize how manipulated I should feel, I understand profoundly why I’m here. I will never forget this world is filled with betas. How could I, when what I feel for Ethan is a testament to how precious every person is? Everyone just trying to find something beautiful and true in their short, harsh lives.
I belong here. In this nest. In this pack. In the omegaverse. In this broken world.
Yes, you do. None of this works without you.The legacy is cautious with me, trying not to make this more difficult than it already is.
They will survive. They will thrive. I swear it. That’s what I declare, while inwardly cursing my faith. Who’s the fucking true believer now?
That’s not up to you alone, but it can’t happen without you. Pack.
Fuck, now comes theplay nicely with othersspeech—always be the alpha adult in the room, don’t mock the unhinged professor, the doucheyFirst Son, or… I can’t even come up with something sarcastic for Mr. Kilt because his confusion and grief remain. He’s leaning against the wall, so lost and utterly conflicted, as he watches everything that’s happening with an intense gaze that might come with spine-snapping laser beams.
Should I do something for him?Dammit, I am becoming the man of the people or the pack, more specifically.
You’ll know what to do when it’s time.
The legacy goes silent, and my snark recharges. You really aren’t going to tell me to be nicer to Professor McDouchery and the whiny, entitledcelebutante?
I think I hear the legacy chuckling, which is disturbing.Give them hell, as only you can. You’re definitely not here for your winning personality, but the other skills you’ve perfected. Packs don’t form; they’re built. There’s work to be done, and Gideon will need your help.
I almost ask how the legacy could choose the man who’s destroyed so many packs, most before they were fully called. But I don’t. Now is not the time for that intervention, not with Ethan smeared with the omega’s slick and the first alpha proclaiming the end of this heat’s prologue.
I mean to grab Ethan and move him out of the path of our conquering alpha king, but when I attempt to reach him, my body won’t budge. I’m a statue, a livid one, but I’m not alone. No one can escape, because the first alpha’s roar is a next-level display of domination over not just this nest but the pack that fills it.
Ice overtakes my veins at the threat in our midst. This is exactly what the legacy feared, why it sought to empower Ethan—with my support—to be the voice of reason in the presence of raw, amoral power. Gideon isn’t flexing his authority over us in some cocky display of dominance. Gideon isn’t even here. His precious humanity is buried under the will of the primeval that’s awakened within him.
Unease erupts within me, prickling at my flesh, particularly my neck that feels too exposed before this predator. Unable to reach Ethan, I turn and face the first alpha, struck by the sight of him. He’s completely naked now, his body peak perfection, his knot engorged, his cock theFirst Cockthat no other cock will ever compare to, at least for his omega. But it’s those dark eyes daring anyone to challenge him that unsettle me most. My fury builds, forcing me to reach for my own inner alpha to combat this assault. But no matter how much I scrap, I can’t get free, and Gideon’s rumbling command doesn’t ease.
He steps into the nest, his snarling now like something out of a nightmare. It’s like being bound in a swamp, hearing the crocodile rustling the leaves as he nears, releasing that unmistakable growl just so he can taste your fear before he drags you to your helpless, gasping end.
