Page 106 of Generation Omega: Claimed
His knot vibrates, and I groan through another round of climaxes until I’m sleeping beneath him, never wanting to be free of his weight above me, his arms around me, and his cock within me.
When I wake, we’re not in the truck anymore, though I’m still held by my Jamie. We’re entering a cabin somewhere that smellsforesty, and I instantly love this place as much as I hated thelast one. It’s as homey and warm as it can be, with green plaid accents and moose-themed decor.
My hand is on Jamie’s bare chest, and our hearts are like synchronized swimmers in sparkly caps and funny nose plugs. Jamie shakes his head, giving me an appropriately comical look.
“Oops, time to shut the door to my wacky brain.” I didn’t realize I’d left it open—I wonder what he discovered about my dreams.
Jamie lifts me closer and kisses my forehead. “Just know, whenever you want to drive me crazy, all you have to do is open your mind and imagine all the things you want me to do to you. Best torture ever.”
He sighs mournfully. “But, for now, you need to eat dinner. I’ll be manning my post tonight, while you spend time with a certain packmate who threatened my dangly bits if I don’t release you soon. He called thembollocksorbawbag—something or other. So far, our cultural exchanges haven’t been entirely diplomatic in nature, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to preferring violent threats in musical, confusing terminology. It keeps things interesting.”
Jamie’s humor—really, everything about him—is so relaxed now. Thatnepo babychip on his shoulder is gone, leaving a man, an alpha, and a husband who knows his worth in this pack and my life. My main struggle is that if I don’t get some cupcakes soon, I may collapse. While sexy foreplay is an approved pack activity, cupcake foreplay isn’t. This omega needs sweet deliciousness, and she needs it now.
Gently, Jamie sets me down, my bare feet on a soft rug. Since I’m not currently naked, Jamie must have helped me back into my dress, but not my Sage-approved flats. Before moving an inch from him, I stand on my tiptoes while he leans closer.
As we kiss, I send a message. Forever, Jamie—you are mine forever.
Right back at ya, darling. And for the record, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I won’t ever forget that.
It takes a second, but I feel the tug of his lasso within me and know more than ever how crucial our connection is. A fortress to surround me. A garden to heal me. A lasso to secure me. What’s next? What else does an omega need to thrive? But that’s not the right question. Because every omega is unique, requiring different support from her alphas. If we succeed, and more omegas reveal, their journeys will be challenging, not unlike mine. But, one day, when we truly claim power, omegas will live normal, safe lives, and their alphas won’t need to be superheroes like mine absolutely must be.
Speaking of heroes, I turn and race toward Ory, climbing on the couch and launching myself at him. He catches me, of course, and I cling to him like a happy monkey as he carries me toward the kitchen, growling all the way. When his teeth graze my neck, I’m ready to skip dinner in favor of getting feral with my big guy. I should be in a coma after the day I’ve had, but I’m an omega who loves her lists, and there’s one more item to complete before this day is done.
“We could just…”
“No—you are to eat a small meal, say goodnight to the others, and then you won’t see them until morning.” Ory’s silent for a moment, except for the inner rumbling that appears to be beyond his control. “This is the last time you will see them as the person they’ve come to know. Tomorrow, you will meet them as my mate and the first omega with the right to rule according to the omegaverse’s first laws.”
When Ory feels my hesitation, he stops and returns to the living room, setting me back on the sofa. “Tillie, what is it? If you don’t want this, speak now, because we’re close to the point of no return. If you decide to turn back, I will have to leaveuntil I can get myself under control.” His massive body holds a tension I haven’t seen before, like he might break out of his skin and become something even more wild, humongous, and threatening.
“No, I want this.” I grab his shoulders, delighting in the power pulsing within him, feeling the way it’s calling to power still sleeping inside me. This time, I raise my lip to him and consider taking aweenibble. “I want to show you that I’m worthy of being the first alpha’s mate—yourmate. Whatever that means, I want it. Just tell me, am I worthy of the chance to prove myself to you and the omegaverse?”
My behemoth of a man carries a sexy dare in his green eyes. “Well, we’ll just have to see about that, won’t we? But don’t worry, the old ways separate the worthy from the unworthy with rigorous trials that all must pass before any prizes are given.” Ory leans closer, his mouth at my ear, as he declares, “You’ll be tested more than you can imagine, you’ll be chased farther than you think you can run, you’ll battle like you’ve never battled, and then you’ll be taken more fiercely than you think your body can withstand.”
He pulls back, assessing me coldly though aggressively at the same time. I don’t feel cold at all under his inspecting gaze, but it’s the snarl that tears through me, my answer to his dare, that begins stacking wood for the bonfire I’m going to ignite after I win all the prizes, including this fine mate.
Ory’s expression is charged, desire clashing with curiosity, like he’s extremely intrigued with meeting this new version of me that no one has ever met before. Then he smiles like a Cheshire cat. “Did I mention that you’ll be completing all the trials naked and in the full throes of an unrequited heat?”
CHAPTER 48
TILLIE
Naked and in the full throes of an unrequited heat… I don’t know what to do with that. So, I stand there gaping at Ory, unable to form a question or lodge a complaint, because what did I think theold waysmeant? I wasn’t exactly expecting a quiet evening at home with a freezer full of ice cream. It even makes sense given the fundamental mission of the omegaverse—to return society to a time when instincts guided us to what we biologically needed. When connection was beyond reason, beyond pros and cons and predictable outcomes. It’s not like that concept was in any way concealed in the omegaverse’s fine print.
Just because traipsing around in my birthday suit while slick gushes from my body and animalistic desires inspire actual pain… dang, justdang. On the best day, my thoughts are feral kittens climbing the curtains, but right now, my kittens got dosed with fairy dust and are buoyant as helium balloons, floatily bobbing toward the open windows in my mind. I don’t know whether I should be scrambling for a butterfly net to catch them or wishing them well as I wave goodbye. The inescapable lesson here might be that attempting to reason the unreasonableis not just foolish, but counterproductive to everything I’m attempting to embrace about my new life.
Right now, I’m staring at the proof of how everlasting relationships were back when instincts ruled, sparking the kind of devotion that’s still burning in Ory after all this time. He didn’t logic his way into connection—he surrendered to it, guided by forces he didn’t seek to control or measure. The only certainty in his life was danger, and the only way to limit the risk was to trust his body, his senses, his mind, his heart, and his desires. It’s difficult to argue with the recipe given what it created, but still…naked and in the full throes of an unrequited heatwhile running, fighting, and getting ruttedhard.
Ory’s eyebrows raise, challenging me to accept the terms or send him away so that he can re-leash the drives I awakened in him. That’s never going to happen.
“Theold wayssound like the right kind of naughty to me.” Oh, yeah, this fool isn’t fooling anyone with my squeaky, nerves-a-plenty attempt at speech, but I said what I said, and I’m not taking it back.
“Tillie, are you okay?” Jamie asks from the hallway, now wearing a shirt.
“She’s fine,Cupcake,” Ory seethes, raising his lip again, this time threatening Jamie’s throat in a not-sexy way. I shouldn’t be surprised that Ory can scent my alphas on me, where the others can only smell my perfume.
“Oh, fuck,” Jamie mutters, “I hope that nickname doesn’t stick.” He blows out a breath in mock annoyance, but he’s deadly serious when he presses, “Tillie?”
“I’m good. Thanks.” I’m not moving, frozen with those words still living on a loop in my head.Naked and in the full throes of an unrequited heat.When Ory slashes the air with a sinister roar, I send Jamie a message. Really, I’m good. Give us space. I love you,Cupcake.
