Page 48 of Generation Omega: Claimed
“Thanks, guys—feeling the love over here.” Jameson chuckles, completely carefree. “Actually, I am feeling the love orlust, which is just as good. Her pussy squeezes my cock like it’s in a fucking vice, and Iloveit. She’s a living, breathing, hot-as-fuck sex toy.” His amber eyes wantonly sparkle. “At first, I couldn’t believe that I was here, and now, I’m just thinking of all the fucked-up things I can do during the heats. It’s limitless, like anything we dream, our omega will climb all over—literally. This right here might be the dream, if we can just not die.”
Ethan stiffens, not at all amused by Jameson now. I can’t really blame him after the day he’s had, but I hope he doesn’t punch Jameson. But he wouldn’t, not with Tillie precariously perched with the potential to drop more than twenty feet into the water if things go badly.
At least, I hope Ethan’s considered the cause and effect of popping Jameson in the noggin, though his seething tone makes me wonder. “If you’reliving the dreamwith the origin omega, why do you want Tillie back?”
Jameson considers, staring into the distance. “I shouldn’t—I should just be living large with my willing sex fiend, but Tillie’s got this sweetness to her. She’s genuine in a way I’ve rarely ever encountered. And the idea that she’s not safe enough to be present, it rubs me wrong, where this…” He pushes a little harder into her, while she sighs contentedly. “… rubs me just right.”
Jameson aims his signature sneer at Ethan, though it’s entirely inauthentic at the moment. “I know you want to hate me, and you have more right than any of these other chumps. She was your girl before all this craziness.”
He leans and nibbles on Tillie’s lip, before refocusing on his audience. “I find myself wanting to be a good alpha to her, assurprising as that is from a guy who never cared to be good at anything, other than sexually pleasing women. I truly believe I can help Tillie find her balance. If I’m mistaken, someone else can take a turn, but we’ll never be able to bond with Tillie if she’s not herself. The rest of this is just passing time—however enjoyably—with no chance to make things better for her or build a solid pack. So, how about it? Are you game to let me try?”
Ethan’s thoughts are almost as transparent as if he was my beta, or maybe it’s just my own hope I see reflected back in his eyes. Because if Tillie, with just a few words, can locate and awaken the soul in a self-proclaimed narcissist like Jameson, then imagine what she will do with the power structures in this corrupt world.
“Okay, Jameson. We’ll follow your lead.” I withhold the demeaning insults struggling to end that pronouncement.
“Good, because if you grumble about everything I do, that’s not going to make her feel safe, and the failure will be on you. In which case, I’ll remain inpoundtownwith our omega until my dick finally surrenders.”
CHAPTER 26
TILLIE
I’m warm and safe in Mackenzie’s garden, and then I’m not. I’m sitting with my bare ass on the metal railing at the front of the yacht—doing a naughty, reverseQueen of the World—with Jameson’s knot crammed inside me. The shock of this unexpected sexual adventure distracts from the pain in my heart, the tearing sensation of alpha abandonment—twoalphas now. ThatcherandKazimir are miles away and appear to be in a race to see who can destroy me first.
“Tillie,” Jameson attempts to bark, like a puppy testing his yapping skills for the first time.
I ignore him and look to Ory, who’s lounging on the sunbathing spot a few feet away. “Send me back,please.”
“No, Tillie. We need you here.”
The breeze catches my hair, sending it dancing like Medusa’s snakes. “No, you don’t. My omega can handle all you guys and a double stabbing—she’s more than proved that.” I shudder as Jameson’s cock distraction wears off, and the ache inside me doubles. “Ithurts… send me back.”
I aim my pleading gaze at Gideon and Ethan, unable to believe it when they both shake their heads, wearing matching blank expressions. Gideon looks exactly like he did in one of hisearly films, where he wasbodysnatchedby leeches from another planet. The effects were crap, but he was still convincing—then and now.
“What happened?” I ask Gideon, my voice wavering. “Why do you want me to be torn apart when there’s another way?”
The eyebrow of disappointment raises, and his head tilts toward Jameson, as though I’m breaking pack rules by not addressing the owner of the cock I’m riding.
What happened, Gideon? I think that, while sending him ripples of all that’s cutting me, wounding me, damaging me—which now includes his expressionless face.
Nothing changes. Not in him or Ethan. Not in the feral origin alpha. I want Mackenzie—he would never let me suffer when he had the power to protect me.
I don’t bother fighting my tears that rush into the world, but the one thing they will never smother is the defiance of a girl who always had to save herself. Had I really forgotten? That I’m the person who took the torture others gave and never caved, even waging a war with the invisible legacy that stole my life. Kazimir would understand—he’s like me. A hazy memory strikes, something he said about the devil while calling me an angel, but it’s gone as quickly as it surfaced.
I point my rage at the asshat whose knot fits me perfectly, but isn’t enough to defeat the rending of my heart by the alphas who left me. But just as I think I’ve gained an edge on the agony, using my fury as a barrier, another swell obliterates me, my body coming apart in the worst way. “Please! Make it stop!”
“No.” That’s all Jameson says, in the most dismissive tone I’ve ever heard.
“Why?!” I shriek, my nails digging into his shoulders. If he’s not going to protect me, then he can, at least, hurt too.
Jameson doesn’t respond at first or react to the punishment I’m sharing, and I suddenly don’t know whether he’s himself orhis alpha. There’s something wild and primal in the way he’s studying me. “Life is painful,” he finally declares, “and hiding is unacceptable.”
“Saysyou?!” I blurt, unable and completely unwilling to accept anyone’s bullshit. “Are you serious right now? You’re the one who’s lived your life…”
“This isn’t about me, sugar.” It wasn’t a bark, at least not like any I’ve felt. This was something else, not a sound coming from the outside but from within me. “I’m not theone and onlyomega meant to save the world. And before you start spouting thatI didn’t choose thiscrap, remember how I deal with whiny omegas.”
Jameson lets that hang there as my mind and body fill in the blanks. He spanked me. Hard. Over and over.
“Yeah, baby, and I’m ready to go again, but maybe I’ll wait for you to beg,” he purrs with pure viciousness that challenges my ability to swallow, breathe, function, or even recognize what’s been ripped from me by my absent alphas.
