Page 7 of Generation Omega: Claimed
“Ethan.” Surprisingly, my gravelly voice manages to unearth a soft tone for him. “You belong here. You belong anywhere she is—you know that. She would tell you that.”
He’s wrecked, worse than when he was shot and dying. “She’s not Tillie anymore. I don’t know who she is. If my Tillie’s not here, then I don’t belong.”
Pack.
Pack.
Pack.
The omega legacy and I are on the same page about where Ethan belongs.
I step closer to Ethan, my proximity to the omega’s scent acting like a dial controlling the intensity of the flames burning in my chest. I breathe through the pain and take another step inside the nest.
“You’re pack, Ethan. You belong here. She needs you here.”
“How do you know that?” he demands, furious at me for remaining aloof with the omega while proclaiming to know what she needs.
The kilted alpha roars as he climaxes, the omega crying out her release. As the alpha leaves her, rolling away and gasping for breath, the omega is already whimpering, needing to be filled.
Her primal gaze meets mine and I witness the flash of recognition, the omega daring me to deny her. My traitorous purr starts rumbling like she flicked a damn switch, and her eyes shutter slightly as though the sound is an intimate caress.
I shake my head, clearing my throat as speech becomes more arduous. “Ethan, I know what she needs from me, but I can’t give it—I won’t. But you can.”
He flinches, taking a step back, distrust alive in his eyes. “What do you mean?”
I remain where I am, but I can’t stop my alpha power from locking Ethan in place. If he runs from me right now, I’ll tacklehim, fuck him, make him mine, and never let go. I’m barely holding on, and the urge to chase, to pounce… that will undo me completely. “I can’t touch her and still protect the pack, so you’re going to have to touch her for me.”
Doubt and hope clash inside him. “But she’s not Tillie right now. How can I be part of this? I’m not her alpha.”
The omega moans, gripping her belly, her distress spiraling. Gideon and the alphas behind me release choppy roars in response, a collective announcement that I’m running out of time.
“I need you to trust me. Can you do that?”
Ethan’s wary as he stares at me, but another moan from the omega causes him to wince. “You’ll help her? You swear?”
“You’llhelp her, and yes, I swear I will do right by both of you. You are all that matters, you and the woman you love.”
Still unconvinced, he asks, “What do I need to do?”
“Tell me you consent to letting me be your alpha andheralpha, doing what’s right for this pack.”
I feel him bashing at my defenses, seeking a way inside my soul, as though he doesn’t already own it. Blocking him is excruciating. I’m living with a tornado inside me tearing me to shreds, while another clobbers me from the outside. The omega. My beta. Destiny and connection, drives so powerful they should be measured by the expanse of their destruction. But I still wouldn’t choose to be anywhere but within the epic blast radius.
Snarling erupts from the hall as the omega whines mournfully, digging her nails into her own flesh as she writhes in the agony of unfulfilled need. The kilted alpha stares daggers at me, about to mount up again.
“Ethan, let’s giveTilliewhat she needs. It’s her body that’s aching for connection right now. She needs us. Do you trust me?”
He instantly recognizes the leap I made in speaking her name and he nods, though he’s still unsure. So, I wait. I will have his consent or I won’t move, the omegaverse be damned.
With true effort and incredible faith, Ethan shoves down his doubts and clings to the bond between us. “I trust you, alpha. Take care of us.”
Fuck, I want him, all of him, every fucking part. I need him like she needs us. I don’t wait even a second before I jerk his pants down and seize hold of his cock. He gasps, his eyes widening, lust blooming.
When I glance at Tillie, her gaze is locked on my beta’s cock like it’s a gift from the gods. I agree.
“What are you doing?” Ethan stammers, his heart pounding like a gazelle fleeing a predator. How appropriate.
With his cock captured in my hand, I lean closer and lick his neck, scoring it with my teeth, the maelstrom of my desire barely contained. Roughly, I answer, “Our omega needs to meet her alpha, and you are going to provide the introduction.”
