Page 33 of Generation Omega: Claimed (Originverse #3)

Her shaking intensifies, like she’s about to seize, but I know this is what’s needed, because she’s not crying. Well, her tears are still falling, just like her slick is already hitting the table. I may just lick the tabletop beneath her in three, two…

“Because I need you! Please, bite me!” Oh, she’s pissed, and hotter than the fucking sun.

“Yeah, that’s what you need!” I lace my words with utter contempt—I guess I do have some skills. “Now, tell me what you’re going to do for me , because I don’t even know you, lady .”

She’s flailing, and I have no mercy, because mercy won’t serve her at all. “I’m… you can… what do you want from me?! I didn’t choose this!”

“I don’t care about that, because we’re all here because of you.

What do you possibly have to offer a guy who’s fucked more women than all the firemen in the damn country?

I’ve partied around the world, with women throwing themselves at me morning, noon, and night.

And now, I’m supposed to just settle with some chick who can’t even tell me why I should?

No fucking way. I may be easy, but I have a reputation to uphold. ”

Her words surge from somewhere deep, in almost a roar, surprising her more than me. “I’m the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to you! You should be on your knees thanking me and the omegaverse for saving you from another wasted, meaningless day in your wasted, meaningless life!!!”

I never knew light blue-grey eyes could catch fire, but hers are burning like a glorious bonfire. And I have never been harder or more consumed with lust in all my wasted, meaningless days.

But she’s not done yet. “What do I have to offer you, scumbag ?! A connection that’s forever.

A family that will never betray you, no matter how much of a self-absorbed asshole you are.

A purpose that will bring meaning to your life.

And this body—my omega body—that will always want to fuck you, regardless of the fact that you’re beneath me in every way.

I’m not a step down for you, sweetie , but you are for me, because my other alphas will always take better care of my needs than a shallow fuck like you.

But still, if you manage to stop being such a shithead, I will love you, and our love will change the world. ”

Tillie moans as her arousal spirals higher just from the way I’m looking at her, the way my alpha stirs and speaks through my mouth, sounding feral as fuck.

“Now, was that so hard, omega ?” I lean closer, invading her space, keeping her unsettled. I nibble on her lower lip, tightening my grip, making her think I’m actually going to bite her there. But then I whisper roughly into her ear, “Lie back and spread those legs like a good omega.”

Crooning now, it’s time to inform her of exactly what’s going to happen whether she likes it or not.

It’s my bondmark, and I can put it wherever I want—so said the flighty professor.

“I’m going to bite you where you’ll have to remember my claim any time your better alphas want to eat your tasty pussy.

We’ll just see which alpha knows how to satisfy you best.”

Tillie’s gaping at me, still trembling as she obeys her alpha. The sight of her spread out for me, the way her legs shake, how she fights an inner battle to decide how widely to spread her legs to please me… I’ve never seen a more erotically over-the-top sight in my life.

“Wider,” I holler, making her flinch. “Hands above your head—don’t make me tell you twice, or I’ll spank that ass again. And I’ll do it for real this time.”

Her whimpers feed a primal core in me that’s been sleeping all my life.

I’ve fucked more women than I can count, but if I’m being honest, it never meant anything.

I barely remember them. It was all surface, shallow just like she said.

Nothing about Tillie and me will ever be shallow, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to be announcing that truth any time soon.

There is an uglier reality at play—my heart still isn’t in this, but my cock certainly is.

“Arch your back!”

Oh, damn, I love this power, and I can’t resist for even another second.

Giving no warning at all, my upper teeth dig into her mound, while I drag my tongue against her clit.

Her juices cover my mouth and my fingers when I penetrate her wet heat, while continuing to bond my mate.

Her cries are now proof of ecstasy, not the confirmation of agony.

So, hey, I guess I’m a team player after all.

Images appear, her life in pictures, and mine too, but Tillie won’t remember mine.

Ory uses his first-alpha powers to bring out her omega, and now, it’s time to fuck.

I’m blaming my inner alpha for the sudden arrival of the most vicious fantasies I never allowed myself to acknowledge.

But they’re here now, and I’m ready to give this untamed omega a run for her money.

We’ll just see who fucks our girl the hardest. One thing is clear.

I won’t be denied anything this time around—she’s now mine, and if another alpha tries to take her from me, I’ll make that fucker bleed.

Tillie is unquestionably the best thing that ever happened to me. I already know that, and it’s with a teensy amount of humility that I take one second to say something I’ve never said to anyone, not since I was a kid.

Thank you. That’s what I say to the omegaverse that chose me.

You’re welcome, alpha.