Page 28 of Generation Omega: Claimed
Ethan’s body stiffens from the raw display of power by his alpha, and he checks on me, assessing whether I’m concerned or afraid. Wow, I’m really not in Beta Land anymore, because when one of my alphas declares his dominance, my body is instantlypreparing to award the winner his prize—my pulsing, needy lady bits. As I squirm in my seat, seeking to ease the ache that’s only growing, a moan escapes my lips.
Gideon’s tension swells, and the other alphas are rolling their shoulders, gripping counters, almost ripping the handle off the fridge to remain in control, while I desperately try to smother my reckless desire.
The most distressed member of the pack is Kazimir, who obviously regrets the unintended arousal he caused. But even with disgust shining in his eyes, he lunges toward me, before reclaiming his restraint and managing to freeze just beyond the table.
Ethan laughs, sounding more than a little hysterical. Thankfully, his levity breaks the spell, allowing all my frozen alphas and me to find some air and simmer down. Then, as though nothing happened, he continues, “I think you got the fit, burly, burliest, andmountain of manalphas, because your alphas have to be able to hold their own.”
I kiss his shoulder and rub my cheek against him. “Even my beta is burly.”
“Damn straight, but we’re here for more than our size and willingness to commit crimes.” Ethan dons his thoughtful,unpuzzling the puzzleexpression. “The question that’s more interesting to me is whether we all sought bigger, stronger builds because the omegaverse encouraged us to do exactly that, knowing we would be more useful to it and you.”
Gideon ensures the other alphas are still working, aware that my tummy is about to protest in a big way. “That is an interesting question, Ethan. It’s so easy to assume that we were chosen at the last minute, but the truth is probably much more complicated. Like why did I agree to be in an omegaverse movie, other than my bossy sister-agent demanded I take the job?” Gideon’s staring contest with Thatcher proves he’s really tryingto bring the professor back into the pack, but Thatcher refuses to share anything about the topic.
“We’ll figure it out. We could just ask the omega legacy, since no one here seems to have any useful information.” My voice is cold, my moods volatile, and not just because I passed hangry a while back. It’s hitting me, a hurdle I’m not sure I’m capable of overcoming.
As I stare at my alphas, one thing is completely undeniable—there isn’t anunfuckableguy in the bunch. I’d be more than happy to be screwed silly on, over, or beneath every surface in this place. Even rage fucking broody Thatcher gets me going. I don’t remember anything about the heat, but my body does, and it’s telling me these fellas won’t ever leave their omega wanting.
But getting steamy with them—even Thatcher—is very different than bonding them and allowing them access to my mind, the way Gideon is hearing my bitter thoughts even now. Gideon proved he was worthy of that intimate knowledge when he recognized Ethan’s place in my life, and when he believed in me—even helping me to break free from the omegaverse. Gideon is worthy of my private, sacred, and/or ridiculous thoughts, and I know he willneveruse them against me.
It’s impossible to believe that Thatcher, who still has issues with Ethan, will ever be worthy of knowing everything I feel for my soulmate. All my naughty fantasies about being spanked and taken while bound inside a kickboxing cage—those thoughts would likely evoke something truly dark in Thatcher. With a bark, could he control my thoughts, make me forget my desire for Ethan? Just how much power does an alpha have?
All the fears that surfaced at the beginning of my omegaverse journey return, and I can’t push them away this time. I trust Gideon not to let Thatcher get out of hand, but I don’t trust this scary world not to put me in a position where Thatcher is theonly alpha around, one who could make me forget Ethan formy own good.
I may need to blame my inner omega for the way I’m studying the knife that’s just a few inches from my hand, calmly waiting to cut my waffles. Feral, stabby omegas are a delightful part of omegaverse fiction for a reason, and maybe it’s time for fiction to inspire some real-life alpha management policies.
Baby girl…
I’m smiling when I meet Gideon’s gaze, giving homicidal vibes for sure. Ethan doesn’t have alpha access to my thoughts, and yet the traitor snatches the knife and sets it on the table far from my reach.
Oh, wait…fuck. I’m just catching up, and I feel so stupid. Ethan’s words in the shower… at least one of these alphas spent the heat muzzled because he attempted to bite me. It was Thatcher, wasn’t it? He tried, didn’t he? I push the question at Gideon, who grimaces.
Baby girl, let’s not reach for problems we don’t have. Thatcher didn’t bite you. Your alphas protected you, even your saucy omega shielded you and Ethan. Let’s just take this one step at a time and build our pack.I almost feel a shift as his tone changes, as though his inner alpha grabbed the reins.If Thatcher attempts to bite you, I’ll rip his fucking teeth out, Kazimir will make a fine necklace with them, Jameson will add the sparkles, and Mr. Kilt will shove that necklace so far up Thatcher’s ass that he’ll clap and dance like he’s a fucking puppet.
Heat ripples through me, watching and sensing Gideon’s wrestling match with his fiery, inner alpha, who wants to prove his worth to me by slaughtering Thatcher for my viewing pleasure. We’re suddenly back in Gideon’s penthouse, and Thatcher is arriving, and this time, it’s not just my omega who wants to see the alphas battle for my approval.
I want to fuck Gideonbad. I want to fuck his alpha. Too bad I can’t ever get knotted by Gideon and his alpha at the same time. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Moisture surges between my legs, and my scent perfumes.
Gideon’s brown eyes flash, and I’m the eager audience now, as he wars with himself not to snatch me out of my chair, throw me down on the table, and ram his cock into me until all my worries are vanquished. Everyone stills in the room, all of them entirely aware of the predator suddenly in their midst.
I really don’t know how this is going to go, but I win no matter what comes next. Breakfast or the most feral fuck of my life… one of those two things is about to happen, and I couldn’t be more delighted.
CHAPTER 17
TILLIE
Gideon shoves Thatcher and Jameson out of his way, barreling toward me. Mackenzie moves to block his path—no, not Mackenzie. Oh, fuck me… Mr. Kilt,holy shit. I don’t get it. I don’t even understand how it’s possible, but there is no mistaking Mackenzie for hisbossy inner lodger—understatement of the freaking century.
Mackenzie is pure warmth and love wrapped in a gigantic bow, where Mr. Kilt is fueled by a rampage-ready horde, banging crude weapons and shouting vile oaths to the wind. He’s all that’s wild and free from a time before the falseness of prim and proper respectability. I know he belongs with my omega, which is good because he’s a feral, bucking bronco I’m not ready to ride, but there’s an unmistakable flutter inside me that teases me as it adds climbing Mr. Kilt to my bucket list.
Mr. Kilt leans toward Gideon, squaring off with my hot bonded alpha. “No, Gideon.”
Gideon is deliciously beyond the ability to use words and just roars. I should be cowering from the alpha intensity, but I’m riding a high, sailing through this dramatic spike in savagery that’s all about little ol’ me.
Then, as though the omegaverse itself is mocking my questionable boundaries, Mr. Kilt’s towel finally surrenders, and his dozen handfuls of perfectly muscular ass tempt me. Is it a sign of a deranged mind that I’m madly searching for my omega’s bites, just so I have an excuse to get closer to that stunning Scottish butt?
My sigh is audible and completely unhelpful when I acknowledge that the ass in question belongs to me, regardless of which alpha is driving that body. Two entirely different fucks from the same glorious body—who gets to do that, except me? I’m a lucky,about to get railedomega, no matter how this goes.
I’m panting and can’t get enough air, my own primal side daring me to jump between them and demand their knots. The place beyond thought where passion always reigns… it’s calling so loudly, and it’s a call I want to answer.
