Page 69 of Generation Omega: Claimed
A veil of darkness—one I’ve felt before—envelops my awareness. The omega legacy doesn’t need to share its opinion, because I’ve already seen this play and its disastrous conclusion. “That you are clearly concerned about this—fixating likely—displays a fault line in your bonds. When we can, we must address this.”
Tillie waves that away like it’s a bothersome insect. “We’re still new. We’ll get there. Now, if you want to know what I was thinking, it was about us, you and me.”
“Please explain.” I take a right and then a left, moving closer to our destination.
“Mackenzie told me that you want to get me pregnant. What he actually said was that you want toput a wee bairn in me, and that it’s important to the omegaverse that I get knocked up ASAP.” Tillie delivers that statement like she’s testing me, seeking to evaluate my response.
I present my smugness to her like it’s a diamond ring. “That is correct.”
“So, if you did, would that upset your origin omega? I mean, if Mackenzie and I have a baby, that’s different, right? If you and I got pregnant, that would mean you and I will be together someday.” She throws her hands up and gestures nonspecifically. “I just don’t know how this works. Are you and Mackenzie basically the same in the baby-making category? Orare you two different men in the same body, therefore making separate babies?”
She pauses and then makes a breathy sound that I don’t understand. “Oh my…”
“What?”
Tillie remains quiet in the most vexing way, and when she finally glances up at me, her eyes are lit by wonder. “Mackenzie… hedoeshave a scent—I didn’t realize.”
I’m annoyed with my responsibility to drive the vehicle instead of glare at Tillie until she explains.
“You don’t have a scent, not yet—at least for me—but it’s been bugging me that I’m bonding my alphas, doing what the omega legacy wants, and still not getting the mystical stuff that I always loved about the omegaverse. I thought that since I haven’t been with Mackenzie much, other than that first time before we shared with you and your omega, that his scent might be delayed. But that’s not it at all.”
If I was Mackenzie, I never would have allowed that prima donna with the bigger hair to monopolize all of Tillie’s amorous time for three days. But that’s hardly the point now. To gain more information, I risk sending a withering look in Tillie’s direction.
“Right, okay, so I smell like the garden, don’t I? The garden from the beginning of all this, when the world was young, and you and your omega kicked ass, stuck heads on poles, and such.”
“Yes, you smell exactly like our garden.” So much it pains me, my longing for the simplicity of primal love and violence an ache that never relents.
“Well, so does Mackenzie. I didn’t realize about his scent because he and I share the same one. But you don’t, which makes no sense. That garden is basically your home address. Is it really possible that you and Mackenzie might have uniquescents? Wouldn’t that be wild?” Her giddiness casts rays like the sun that’s entirely absent in this place.
I suddenly can’t respond, my reaction to Tillie too unsettling to navigate. It’s a betrayal, sheer avarice run amok. This reckless behavior would have had me gasping for air through a freshly pierced hole in my throat back in the dawn of the omegaverse. Sleeping beside my knife-obsessed omega within our perfuming garden always carried untold dangers.
“It’s okay,” Tillie soothes…me. “It’s confusing.”
For several long minutes, we don’t speak as I attack my inappropriate thoughts, confronting an unyielding truth that can’t be spoken aloud. Finally, I grab Mackenzie and yank him forward, not delivering control but seeking his opinion.
I want to be with her. I,Ory, want to be withTillie, not just my omega. I didn’t see this coming and it’s wrong, but I want this… I mightneedthis.
You need to talk to her—your omega—before you say anything to Tillie or act on anything. We don’t need a battle between Tillie and her omega over you, especially with everything else we’re facing.
But would it offend you?
It would offend me if you’re using Tillie to fill the hole left by someone else. I don’t think that’s what this is, but spend more time together, get to know Tillie, and we’ll discuss it later. She’s so easy to love, our wee lassie. I’d honestly be surprised if you didn’t fall for her.
Before I send him back, he gasps.She’s thinking about being with both of us at the same time—riding you while kissing me, imagining bearing twins from us.
“Tillie!” I roar.
“What?!” A guilty blush sweeps over her face. “You said you couldn’t hear my thoughts?!”
“I can’t, but Mackenzie just did.”
Tillie squeezes her lips together to keep from saying anything else, while the pulsing in her core reaches me in waves of need that have me rising to satisfy my omega. “We can’t,” she mutters, “I’ll go into heat, for sure, if you even look at me right now.”
I’m breathing through the agony of desire as I struggle to rein in my alpha urges. Thankfully, the small airport comes into view, while I curse at just how uncomfortable erections are in non-kilt clothing. I really shouldn’t have left my kilt on the yacht.
Tillie’s chest rises, her breasts temptingly erect, her eyes closed… lust all about her like a cape she wears.
I know what I must do, but I hate to do it. “Tillie, not now!” My bark hits her, and she exhales deeply.
