Page 12 of Generation Omega: Claimed (Originverse #3)

ETHAN

I thought I could imagine it—I thought I had imagined it.

I even thought my voyage of discovery through some extremely erotic omegaverse-themed porn had prepared me.

It was just supposed to be research for my nest-building endeavor.

Architects have to imagine how a structure is going to be used before designing it.

No one would expect them not to, right? So, it’s completely within bounds that I lingered on omega porn more than I would ever admit and even might have pretended to know less about the omegaverse than I shared with Tillie.

Research is always completely reasonable, or it should be.

Tell yourself anything you like, you naughty, naughty beta. That’s what Captain Invading My Thoughts purrs inside me, causing my already pounding heart rate to accelerate even more.

I may flatline any second from the carnal energy in this nest, just from watching the kilted Adam of the omegaverse fuck his wild omega Eve , while standing in the middle of the mattress.

They are sexual abandon like nothing I’ve seen.

They aren’t fighting with their designations, holding back, trying to remember who they were before this.

No, they are all in , all feral, almost like they’re trying to destroy each other using their cock and feisty cunt as weapons of war.

I actually think… there, I get it . This is a rut. I’m prepared now.

But then, the omega lashes out, seizing where Mr. Kilt’s neck meets his shoulder, fiercely digging in with all her might. Her cub-like snarls are furious, like he’s been a bad, bad alpha, and he deserves to suffer.

Gideon leaps to his feet, growling. Again, I thought I knew what alpha Gideon was like after that performance on the back of the yacht.

But nope on that one too. He’s behind Tillie, grabbing her ass, spreading her wide, and then in one merciless thrust, he shoves his cock knot-deep right into her.

She wails from the surprise of the double penetration, but then her untamed spirit rages hotter, issuing her own battle cry that’s so obvious even without words.

My translation is something like… Bring it on, alphas—I’ll fuck you all to death, and don’t think I won’t.

You think you’re alphas, but only omegas create alphas, because only true alphas can survive an omega in heat.

Buckle up, because I’m back, and I won’t let this heat end until I’ve made myself some battle-hardened alphas that might just be able to satisfy one little omega. Now, fuck me and don’t stop.

I jump, shocked to feel Kaz’s hand gripping my cock, slowly, tightly moving up and down my length.

You like this, don’t you? He’s in my head. He’s in my body. He knows exactly how much I like this, but shame surfaces… Tillie…

Tillie’s fine… she’s safe. That omega saved your life and this pack.

So, even if Tillie has qualms about all of this, she’ll be so grateful that it looks like we’re all going to survive this heat and that you are forever pack.

I don’t know what’s inside her, other than what you’ve shown me, but that little girl who vanquished your enemies and loves you beyond reason, wants me to vanquish your shame. Of that, I have no doubt.

Kaz pushes solace right into my heart, lighting fires to scare away all my shadows.

Then he sends something even more powerful, a glimmer—just a hint—of what truth feels like inside him, attempting to give me a way to understand when he’s speaking his truest beliefs.

He truly believes he knows what Tillie would want from him right now.

A second later, he delivers his unsurprising request for consent to be my alpha and to take care of more than body—my emotions, my desires, my regrets, and any shame I’ve been too afraid or weak to confront.

Please, alpha…

I think the rest of my words, while doubting them—but no, doubting my ability to say them even in my own head. He waits, surely listening to my inner struggle. It takes less time than I think it will for me to gather the clarity—the certainty—needed to continue.

Not wanting to share this moment aloud, I push my words at him.

Please, alpha, accept my surrender—my trust, my body, my life, my heart except for what already belongs to Tillie…

everything else is yours now. You know you have the power to save me or destroy me, all in how you open yourself to Tillie.

But my surrender now is my gift to you, the proof of my faith that you will become the man and the alpha you were always meant to be.

I feel his heart falter, its cadence disturbed.

His arm around me constricts. His hand around my cock does the same, to an almost painful degree.

There’s something punishing about his hold on me.

My lungs squeeze, and I lose my breath. I don’t understand at first, but then the spectacle of the fuck-a-thon happening between two first alphas and their omega gives me the clue I need.

Words don’t matter in the omegaverse, at least not during a heat.

My alpha’s testing me. He’s going to squeeze the life out of me until I reveal whether I truly surrender to him or not.

Maybe he wants me to keep barriers from him.

Maybe he wants me to fight against his raw power, scrambling to take back my words and the meaning behind them.

But now that I understand his rules, I release all stress in my body, trusting him to snuff out my life if that’s what he desires.

I’m yours, alpha, to do with whatever you wish. You saved me in that alley. You’re the reason I’m here. My life belongs to you, now and forever.

All my life I’ve warred with exactly the kind of surrender I now embrace, cherish even.

You’re so fucking perfect, Ethan. You make me believe that there is a plan for all of us, a way to reach heaven, not just when we die but in how we live.

The assassin poet, that’s my alpha.

He chuckles inside me. You know I’m going to test you, right?

Over and over, until you don’t have to consider surrendering to me every minute of every day.

I want your trust in me to be so savagely held that it’s an unbreakable bond between us.

Your beautiful surrender… Ethan, I need to know it’s true, and the only way is to treat you like you’re my omega, mine in every way that matters.

Maybe, together, we can discover with certainty that I’m capable of being a good alpha for Tillie, when the time eventually comes.

He steals my breath, but not through his grip on me, through knowing me so well.

Yes, alpha, command me, own me, show us both your demanding, protective alpha nature. All of me is yours now. If you tell me I’m worth something, I’ll believe you.

I pull forth all the doubts that wrecked me, kept me from Tillie—every mistake, every lonely moment when I didn’t feel worthy of a love like hers or a home like the one Kaz is offering me.

I even summon the moment when my foundation crumbled into dust, sharing the memories of the fire that killed my father because I was too small and weak to walk across a room and climb out a window.

My father died because of me, and I will never forgive myself for that.

You will forgive yourself—I’ll demand it of you, complete forgiveness, complete acceptance, complete self-love and care.

I won’t allow you to hold any beliefs that aren’t true or any thoughts that you use to torture yourself.

But we’ll get there in time. We are at the beginning of an amazing journey together.

If you can trust me, I’ll trust myself, and see us and our pack safely into a future I very much want to reach.

I never cared to live a long life… until you.

I grip Kaz’s arm, knowing I need his strength, because my vow to surrender is working its way through me, forcing my compliance. But no, it’s him inside me, showing me exactly what surrender means.

He leans and gnaws on my neck, threatening a bite.

The omega whimpers and I realize, even while impaled on two cocks, she’s watching us, feeling what her alpha is doing with me. Her possessiveness of us radiates through the nest, along with a demand. She wants to see him play with me, and damn, if that isn’t what I want too.