Page 17 of Generation Omega: Claimed
But, for now, just knowing what he’s going through, it’s impossible not to be amazed at his control, especially while we’re living in a freaking porno. If I had his power, his alpha drive, I’d be fucking someone, not sure I would even care whom. In the midst of celebrating—possibly mourning—my alpha’s restraint, whatever thread was keeping him contained snaps, and I’m literally thrown onto my back beside Tillie. She’s on her hands and knees, with Thatcher pounding into her and Jameson clenching hold of her hair, forcing her to practically swallow his cock. Her moans are venomous, but she clearly wants to connect with her alphas any way she can.
Kaz’s fierce growl compels my full attention, and I’m staring up at him through the eyes of a prey animal who’s caught his predator’s gaze, possibly for the last time. I’m his—forever his—and he’s going to show me exactly what that means. When I try to move, Kaz snarls at me, and I realize he didn’t need to make a sound to lock me in place.
Ican’tmove, not a muscle, as he coldly studies what belongs to him, his almond-shaped eyes darker than ever. His thick, black hair is too short to grab, even if I could move, with the sides cut close, and the scruff on his face makes him look even more attractively sinister.
I’m suddenly remembering my first impressions of Kaz when I woke in his evil lair. I didn’t know then that this disturbingly appealing villain—or glaring, demonic hell beast, as I considered him—had bitten me to save my life. It still defies understanding that he would sink his teeth into my flesh, irrevocably taking responsibility for my life and welfare, completely disrupting his own life in the process. I doubt I’ll ever truly comprehend why he did it, unless one day he shares his memories of that night. But, regardless, he’s the reason I’m alive and I’m here, so he can look his fill on the grateful man he claimed.
As I watch, a feral flame seems to spark in Kaz’s eyes, while his upper lip raises slightly. He’s mulling biting me, and my already lust-drunk soul can’t summon a single reason why he shouldn’t. It’s a compulsion inside me that inspires the cocky grin I wear, just before baring my neck to him. Then my foggy mind takes me back to what he said, how he wants to bite my lips. I slowly drag my own teeth over my lower lip, adding pressure to see just how much power this beta has over his alpha.
His rumbling roar is an earthquake shaking me to my core in the best way, but it’s more than that. Gideon and Mr. Kilt lunge forward, dragging Thatcher and Jameson away from Tillie, leaving the lesser alphas to pitifully declare their displeasure. I don’t understand until Kaz turns his exacting attention on Tillie, whose eyes are wide and uncertain, and issues a viciousbark that has her scrambling toward me. A second later, she’s climbing over me and settling her dripping heat over my mouth that’s already tasting her divinely decadent slick.
I think I know what he wants, for me to take care of my girl, but that’s an incorrect assumption, because once again, I can’t move, not even my tongue to satisfy Tillie. With Kaz controlling my body, my bent legs fall open, revealing my painful erection to everyone. His pleased purr answers any questions I have about my own worthiness. I’m his, and he likes what’s his.
Then my tongue moves, swiping at Tillie’s slick. I’m the one actually touching her, but Kaz is clearly sharing this feast through me. His purrs expand to cover both Tillie and me. In response, she rotates her hips and arches her back, presenting her ass to him, while rubbing her wet heat right onto my lips and my tongue, neither of which are mine at the moment. When it really hits me, I think my cock is doomed. Kaz is fucking Tillie with my tongue, my body. At Kaz’s instigation, my hands clamp down on her legs, forcing her even closer—I could drown in her and die a happy man.
This is hotter than porn—this is porn’s wet dream. Without warning, Kaz uses my teeth to nip Tillie. She squeals and flinches like she wants to escape, but my hands grip her thighs, trapping her in place. When confronted by the proof of her captivity, she releases a sigh that’s followed by a strange chuffing sound like she’s a baby tiger. My tongue thrusts deeper inside her, before I nip her again, her puffy folds hot to touch and so damn tasty. This is heaven, and I…
My groan reverberates through my girl when Kaz’s powerful lips roughly surround my aching cock. I can’t move, but I can feel…bliss. It’s only more overwhelming because Kaz is not pleasuring me—that’s not what this is. My alpha is pleasing himself by using his beta however he wants, using his omega any way he likes. He may just fuck us both to death because that suitshis volatile desires. Or he’ll decide to edge us all night and nevereverallow us to reach the pinnacle that’s calling louder than a damn freight train about to run us over.
Oh, I get it… why Thatcher and Jameson were forcibly removed, why Gideon and Mr. Kilt gave us space, and why Tillie and I are currently Kaz’s willing sex puppets. It’s because Kaz is gone, and we’re meeting—I’mmeeting—the last alpha who’s off his leash for the first time. Only, I know that’s not completely true. He’s managing to remain controlled or he’d be inside me already. I can’t move because if I were free to run from him, I could force him to claim me the way I want, the way I can’t stop imagining.
Kaz was the most irresistible man I’d ever met, but now, there is not a fucking scale in the world that could measure what his casual indifference does to me. My alpha is a sexual tyrant whose pleasure comes first,hissatisfaction his only priority. While his mouth discovers every detail about my cock, his hand grasps my balls, massaging them, purring again, the echoes flowing through me to my mouth and then to Tillie, who keens sharply. He scores me with his teeth, and I can do nothing but take it, while he forces me to do the same to Tillie.
My emotions surge when I realize what’s happening. Kaz is showing everyone in the nest, our entire pack, that to him, Tillie and I are the same. We’re owned. We’re cherished. We belong. We’re also his favorite toys to use however and whenever he wants. Kaz is not first alpha, but his inner alpha is declaring that he could be if he wanted and that everyone better watch out when he comes to play.
My lips seize Tillie’s tender clit, working it harder than I ever would, and Tillie seeks even more pressure until I’m drinking her climax. Kaz takes me balls deep into his mouth and rocks an orgasm through me that sends me to the moon and the darknessbeyond. I lose time. I have no idea how long, but when I open my eyes, Tillie’s no longer above me.
“Ethan,” Kaz barks, still not sounding like himself, but closer to the man I know. “It’s your turn.”
I glance over and find Tillie lying on her back, gripping her own thighs to keep her legs spread. A growl rumbles in Kaz’s chest that causes Tillie to spread them even wider. Her gaze is pleading as she glances over at me, whimpering.
“She’s empty, Ethan. Don’t you want to help her?” There’s a cruelty in Kaz’s gaze that fuels my arousal…again. Heats are fucking out of control, and killers shouldn’t be so fucking gorgeous.
Tillie’s other alphas are baring their teeth, and if Mr. Kilt weren’t blocking them, someone would already have his dick in the needy omega. Tillie’s whines increase and she almost releases her legs, but Kaz snaps at her—like, literally snaps like he might bite her, his teeth crashing together. That gets me up and moving between her spread legs, but when I glance down at my cock, it’s clearly out of service.
I turn to Kaz and witness the most evil smile I’ve ever seen. Eyes glowing with wicked intentions, he lowers the waist of his pants, freeing his breathtaking cock. “Take what you need to lube your hand. She’s got plenty of slick flowing, but our goal is to get some of my offering as far into her snatch as possible.”
Doubts bloom within me and, in response, Kaz sends a harsh pulse through me.
Fucking obey, Ethan. I’m barely holding on here, and I’m about to do things I’ll regret. If she doesn’t get some of my seed where she needs it, this heat is only going to get more insane, and it will never fucking end. I can’t touch her, so you have to.
I nod and grasp his thick cock like it’s a priceless treasure and then work him to get what I need, my mind tripping over what I’m about to do.
Please, don’t let me hurt her.
You won’t hurt her. You may be able to help her.
I don’t know what to do—I’ve never seen this, even in porn.
Make your hand as narrow as you can and then just start easing inside her. She’s a knot-ready omega with a pussy made of steel. She can take this.
Tillie’s gnawing on her lip as I move closer, intently focusing on my hand. Her eyes are bright, no fear, only need. I exhale and reach for the stability my alpha is offering, even now. With Kaz’s certainty encouraging me, I tease my fingers over Tillie’s clit and then her slick entrance. She immediately throws her head back, arching, Kaz’s seed already affecting her. Her hands latch onto the blankets and her body undulates, giving me some peace with what I never imagined doing with Tillie—what I can’t even imagine confessing to when the heat finally ends.
Tillie’s mewling, attempting to force me to move faster, but I form a slow rhythm, in and out, until my knuckles reach her opening. This is where it all gets real, but I’m distracted by Kaz jerking his own cock, coating my hand and her body. Her potent intake of breath is the sound I needed to hear and I continue, breaching her with my fucking hand. She releases a long, low moan, her eyes rolling back, her mouth falling open.
Please, Kaz, take it from here.
My alpha doesn’t make me beg, instantly taking control, his movements steady and sure as he fucks her with my hand and then my wrist. Her body quivers, entering a state of euphoria, just before he shocks us both by clenching my fist inside her. She emits a cry of pure rapture and collapses.
