Page 19 of Generation Omega: Claimed
Alrighty then, Kazimir to the rescue… what am I, a damn collie? Tillie’s down a well, so let me just grab some rope and lower it.
Tillie, I’ve got him. No one will ever harm him. The things I would do to anyone who even considered it, would break all the damn nest rules against blood sports. That pretentious shitfacewon’t hurt Ethan, and your other alphas don’t want to harm him. Truly, if you want your pack to be less infested with douchebags, you just need to tell me, and I’ll start tugging weeds—and by weeds, I mean obnoxious professors.
She hears me. I feel something akin to relief but doubt still remains.
I know what I have to say, but I don’t want to say it. If Tillie remembers any of this, she’ll have the goods on me, the key to my own surrender to a destiny I never wanted.
Truth—tell me the truth, and I’ll believe you.
Shit—that was a dare if ever I’ve heard one. She knows Ethan is all that matters to me, so I have to be the one to say it.
Tillie, right now, you’re the greatest risk to Ethan’s life. Only a strong pack will be able to protect a bonded beta. He’s not an alpha or an omega. It’s worse than that—Ethan is an anomaly that will fascinate the wrong people.
Her body jerks as my meaning reaches her.What should I do?
I’m gnashing my teeth, but I continue. Surrender, Tillie, to the omegaverse. To your alphas. To your omega’s needs. Build this pack with your acceptance, and I will do everything to protect the one we love most.
Her understanding is followed by a plaintive whimper, presenting the other source of her resistance. When I decipher the image she sends me, I laugh aloud, fully supportive and impressed by the one accommodation she’s requesting.
Tillie, I swear on Ethan’s life that your pussy will remainprofessor freeuntilyoudecide to let that prick try to plant a seed in you.
I can’t stop my words, because it’s Ethan’s life on the line, and this woman is his world.
Angel, I’m the devil—we both know that—and I’ll never be worthy of his love like you are, but I love him all the same.Please, I’m begging you to shield my crusty, pathetic excuse for a heart from the horror of losing him. I’m a selfish fuck, but I’m still asking. I need you—heneeds you—to let go and let us catch you. That leap of faith is what builds packs. I know, because I’ve prevented it from happening for years. Tillie, let this devil do one thing right and use what I know to create a pack fierce enough to annihilate anyone who comes against us. Please, angel…
Her hesitation is excruciating, but then I feel it, like she’s standing on a cliff preparing to jump.
If you ever betray him, I’ll follow you to hell just to make you pay.
Tillie’s awareness vanishes, and her omega begins to whine while squeezing Ethan’s hand with her vice-like cooch. She needs a knot, and she needs it now.
“You’re up, Kilt Man. Get your knot in her.” I turn toward the other alphas, as Ethan eases free of her. “It’s open season on our omega, but the professor doesn’t have a license for her pussy. If his dick gets near it, I’ll cut the fucker off and have it bronzed for her. Are we clear?”
Thatcher’s sulky bark is silenced by Gideon’s infinitely more impressive roar. Gideon’s dark eyes reveal his questions, but the second the omega—our true omega—emits her call for alphas, the raw, primal vibes in the nest explode.
I tug Ethan out of the way as the alphas collectively launch at her. It’s a furious wrestling match to get their cocks inside her. Before she can whine again, she’s moaning, every hole filled, and the heat finally begins in earnest.
Ethan understands why I’m gripping him so hard. He also knows why I’m pulling my cock free and basically humping his back, rubbing my violent desire out against his warm skin.
Yes, Kaz… use me. I love it when you use me.
I don’t get it. I’ve made every wrong decision, too many to count, and yet I’m here. It’s really a bad precedent, inviting thedevil into a garden like this. I mean, what willdo-goodersthink when they realize that bad guys are the winners?
Speaking of winning, I reach around and take Ethan’s cock, roughly working him up, so that when I claim my release that coats his muscular back, he’s right there with me.
When I glance at the omega, she’s lost in the throes of the heat, no longer aware of Ethan. She honored her vow, and I’ll honor mine. Even though she can’t hear me, I still whisper athank youto my fire-breathing angel whose omega reveal changed my life forever.
CHAPTER 11
ETHAN
Five fucking days and, by five fucking days, I mean fivefuckingdays. I’m officially a porn god, one whose dick may actually fall off any minute. I’d certainly miss it, but it’s not like I can grouse that I never got to participate in an orgy or fuck more than any beta in the history of the world. Rock stars would envy the past five steamy, sweaty days of my life, and that’s a reality I never imagined could be true, but it is.
I know when the endorphins, testosterone, dopamine, and whatever erotic fairy dust omegas produce finally fade, I’ll have a chance to find my balance again, and also my clothes. I’ve been naked for five days straight. Everyone other than Kaz and Mr. Kilt has been buck-ass naked this whole time. After things get back to normal—whatever that means—I’ll probably be able to remember something other than the sex, but right now, my mind is a nonstop slideshow of everything I’ve seen and done in the nest.
For a while there, I didn’t know whether we were hosting a slick wrestling meet, a contortionist convention, or an all-male grunting choir—possibly all three at the same time. One thing is unquestionably certain. If Kaz weren’t minding my body’s affairs, I would be one heap of pulled muscles and seriouschafing. But with my alpha’s support, I’m magically immune to the consequences of being a beta in an alpha rut. Even my gunshot wounds, burns, and bruises are healing nicely.
During the past five days, I’m the only one who’s left the nest, because the alphas physically can’t leave their omega. The bathroom is attached to the nest, thank goodness, but none of them are eating anything, other than their omega, and she’s devouring what they’re giving her. Kaz, nanny that he is, won’t let me go without food and water, so I get banished every so often to seek carbs and more carbs. I also sleep a lot because I’m not wired like everyone else, and Kaz knows exactly when to turn me off like I’m a toy that needs charging.
