Page 8 of Generation Omega: Claimed
CHAPTER 4
ETHAN
Lightheaded, barely breathing, I tremble as Kaz grips my cock like it belongs to him—like it always belonged to him, likeIalways belonged to him. “Introduction… what do you mean?” Words have never skittered from me like this, but I need them. I need to understand.
Kaz licks my neck and I groan, leaning toward the pull of my alpha. “Are you ready, my beautiful Ethan?” he purrs into my ear, my quivering intensifying.
“Ready for what?” I gasp as he massages my cock in his hot, calloused hand.
He hums his delight, satisfied with me in every way. His control is fraying inch by inch, and I can’t remember why it’s necessary for him to hold back. I want to see him come undone, to meet the feral side of my alpha. As he strokes me again, I realize he’s using my cock as his tether to sanity, his reminder of what matters most—me.
“Tell me again,” Kaz growls, and I know what he’s asking.
“I consent, Kaz. I consent.” Trust blooms inside me, rewarded by a flush of heady bliss. “Don’t tell me. Don’t explain. Just do it. Do what’s right for me. For Tillie. For you and ourpack. Use me however you need, alpha.” Tears escape my eyes. “I’m yours.”
His purring impacts me, driving my desire through the roof. With a bark, he commands, “Look at our girl, Ethan.”
Compelled by my alpha’s power, I turn and realize Tillie’s staring at us while biting her lip and rubbing her wet core. She raises her shimmering fingers and tastes herself, keening wantonly. Then she replicates the motion, only this time, she extends her hand to us.
“Taste,” she croons, her voice not her own, but not so different as to be a stranger’s. It’s more like pure lust grabbed the wheel and is taking Tillie on a scandalously decadent adventure.
“What a good, little omega, she is,” Kaz huskily declares, and Tillie preens at the compliment, clearly desiring to please her reluctant alpha.
That reminds me of Kaz’s words, that I’ll be providing the introduction between my alpha and his omega. I still don’t know exactly what that means, but when he slides his free hand into his pants and jerks hard on his erection, I catch a mind-blowing glimmer of where this is heading.
When his hand emerges, it’s covered with the proof of an alpha’s arousal. His feral grin is the only warning I get before he slathers his copious pre-cum all over my cock. He gathers more—alphas apparently have their own way to deal with friction, which detonates a fireworks display in my head as I consider when that will be helpful.
Will he fuck me?
Will he fuck me now?
Kaz groans like he was stabbed. “Stop thinking about that right now. No, Iwon’t.” Then sparks fly in his eyes. “Notyet.” He squints as he ponders something, before casting a wickedlyamused glance at Tillie. Then he spreads even more of his essence around my torso while I’m powerless to move.
Kaz steps away and tilts his head toward the nest and my moaning girlfriend. “Make her work for the taste of her alpha.”
Tillie whines and is already crawling toward me. When I don’t move, Kaz propels my body toward her. It’s striking how free I feel in his control, freer than I’ve ever been, able to seize moments without questioning them. What it means and where our bond will take us, I can’t know, but I don’t need to think about any of that because I trust my alpha more than I’ve ever trusted myself.
“Don’t you let her steal a taste,” he snaps, and both Tillie and I flinch from his radiating power.
Tillie’s scent isn’t as overwhelming for me as it is for her alphas, but the closer I get to her, the dizzier I am.
What should I do? I reach out for guidance because I really don’t know how to behave.
Kaz seems pleased to answer. “Omegas in heat need to know their place. She doesn’t want to dominate—sheneedsto be dominated. She needs boundaries and for that weeping, hungry snatch of hers to be well used. But you make her earn the right to ride your cock, or that little omega will think she’s running the show.”
Breathily, I ask, “Isn’t she?”
“It’sherheat, but it’sourrut. Six against one—we win.” Kaz glances at the door and the imposing figure of Gideon Blake, arms crossed, eyes black and primal. “You’ll see when the first alpha takes his turn. But first, how can she earn permission to tasteyouralpha?”
I shudder, goosebumps sweeping across my flesh, at the way he’s protecting me, honoring his promises, reminding me and everyone else that he was mine before he was hers. It shouldn’t matter. It’s selfish. But it does—it matters so much that I’m noton the outside of this, that I belong in this pack, that Kaz is mine as much as I’m his.
“Ethan,” Kaz whispers, “there’s our answer. From now until forever,youdecide when to share me with her or when to keep me for yourself. She has plenty of alphas to see to her needs.” I feel his embrace even though he’s not touching me. “I belong to you as much as you belong to me.”
I want to ask whether his control is that solid, but I already know the answer because he’s not already buried to the hilt inside Tillie. She wants him desperately, tears welling as her desire for her first taste of him becomes an insatiable ache. But she doesn’t move, her cautious gaze assessing Kaz like a bunny would a prowling puma.
“Make her earn it.”
Ideas flash in my mind. My Tillie was completely aroused by the thought of a spanking, but this omega might consider that too tame.Slutty with a side of feraldemands more from me.
