Page 65 of Generation Omega: Claimed
As I begin to squeeze and move my hand down his length and back up again, I croon, “I bet you two would fill me like I’ve never been filled. Jameson would besojealous of the competition, but if you guys were willing, I’d promise never to dothat same thing with anyone else—my double-occupancy pussy is just for you andyouralpha.”
He’s seizing air, his rib cage expanding and contracting against me, and I keep working him up, happy to be pleasuring him. I realize I’m more confident now than I’ve ever been in my ability to rock his world, and that’s exactly what I’m doing. Ethan’s grumbling groan as he climaxes is one of the most satisfying sounds I’ve ever heard.
The huffy, alarm-clock alpha patrol is only getting huffier, but I’ll never be sorry. When I wipe my hand on my robe, I have to smile—omegaverse fiction tried to prepare me for an omega’s comfort with all things slick and tasty, but reality is so much better than fiction could ever be.
I lean and kiss Ethan’s cheek. “I love you. I’m going to shower and take a few minutes to breathe. Then I expect a debrief from the alpha planning session, okay?”
“Definitely, when I manage to get up.”
“Oh, you’ll get up, or you won’t get any breakfast.”
“Copy that—getting up… very soon.”
CHAPTER 32
TILLIE
After shutting the door to the master suite, I lean against it, still holding the plate piled with enough food to feed several hangry omegas. There, I exhale, my shoulders drooping and my eyes misty, as unfaced emotions rock my inner world as much as the sea is clamoring against the hull. We’re really moving now, every second closer to our collision with reality.
I meant what I said—the vacation phase must end—but I just wish I knew what our future looks like. Are we running, fighting, hiding, or will we not live long enough to do any of those things? Are enemies already waiting at the dock? And what happened with the protests after Omega-Palooza? I should have asked, demanded to know the truth, but I didn’t.
The reasons for that don’t matter right now, because beating myself up about anything will just summon all my alphas, when I really need this time alone. I set my plate on the desk and walk to the bathroom, doing what I haven’t done since the heat ended and I bonded two more alphas. I stare at myself in the mirror, finally able to observe and acknowledge the changes in me.
At first, I struggle to define what’s different, but it’s really too obvious to miss. My eyes and my sun-kissed face reveal a vibrance that never existed before I became an omega. I look likea flower in the first flush of blooming, and what I sense is that my transformation is only beginning. When all my bonds are in place and my pack is solid, concealing who and what I am will be more challenging.
I’m an omega. I knew that, of course, but seeing it on my face deepens this awareness of what’s new in me and also, with a little sadness, what I’ll never be again. A normal person with a normal future. All the well-worn roads of my beta life are gone, and I’m now an omega crossing a rickety bridge spanning a seemingly endless ravine, my only possible path a total mystery.
Knowing time is short, I take a quick shower, using the killer’s pastel, tie-dyed loofah to reacquaint myself with my body that feels…claimed. No part of me exists alone now, and the sense of permanent belonging is the best change yet. My yearning to discover just how deep my bonds will become is profound and beautiful. I want to reach our shared future—I want that more than anything.
After finishing, I hurry to get ready, pulling my hair back in a ponytail, which is all the world gets from me until I have the proper tools and supplies. Then I grab the last of the midi-length wrap dresses—a light blue one—and my big, black boots. I don’t hesitate, feeling more prepared once those boots are on my feet, and I’m wearing my easy-access omega apparel. Something clicks in me when I catch my reflection, the knowledge that I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.
When Ethan lightly knocks, I call for him to enter. His hair is still wet, and he’s smiling when he comes through the doorway.
“Big fun parking the boat?” Before he can answer, I blurt, “Where are we, or is thattop secretinfo?”
He assesses my ensemble with amusement. “I think you have the right clearance for that—Astoria, Oregon, where they filmedGoonies.”
I can’t help grinning. “Well, that’s appropriate for us, isn’t it? Because weneversay theDword, do we?”
“Never have, never will.” Ethan glances at my untouched plate. “While you eat, I’ll share a comical issue that’s currently perplexing your esteemed alphas, and then I’ll get to the not-so-fun detail about our plans.”
My belly agrees with Ethan’s idea, and I sit at the desk, snatching the blueberry muffin first and then turning and watching Ethan plop down on the bed.
“So,” he announces dramatically, “there’s something truly inconvenient about your alpha herd. Do you want to guess?”
I hum while I finish munching on a too-hefty bite of muffin. “Let me think. Too smoking hot? Too tall? Too muscular? Oh, wait—not a food truck operator in the bunch?”
Ethan sighs loudly. “The one that got away—the noble food truck owner/operator.”
“That’s real.” I wonder if I could convince any of my alphas to buy me a food truck.
Ethan seems so relaxed, but he might be doing that for me. “Maybe I should give you a hint.”
“That would be helpful.”
“Alright—let’s just begin with listing them.” He only pauses for a moment before adding, “Alpha number oneis the most popular actor in the universe.Alpha number twois the only son of the most powerful man in the world and just so happens to be photographed daily while living his party lifestyle all over the planet. Andalpha number threeis a six-foot-nine-ish,burly as fuckScotsman whose only clothing is a kilt.”
“Oh…oh…” Now, I’m laughing at the ridiculousness of our situation, one I didn’t even consider until now. We’re supposed to be stealthy with this crew? Maybe circus performers would have been better. At least, clown makeup can be removed. “And you’re pretty famous in some circles too, buddy. You were a bighit with the cops who broke up Omega-Palooza. I’m actually the least known member of the pack.”
