Page 38 of Generation Omega: Claimed (Originverse #3)

GIDEON

“ Holy …” Ethan mutters, and I’m impressed he found even part of a thought, while I’m struck speechless by a sight I’ll never be able to erase.

Other than Tillie’s annoyingly cherished memories of Jameson’s sex tape, I’ve never actually paid much attention to his salacious proclivities.

Some of us have jobs and responsibilities, even hobbies that don’t involve our dicks.

Besides, I knew this little shit when he was a kid, so it always grossed me out to think about his almost obsessively amoral pursuit of pleasure.

Now, I’m really thinking I should have paid more attention, because the shock of this scene is making me feel… dammit, old .

If Jameson is the nepo baby , fuck-champion alpha, what does that make me?

The age-gap alpha? Am I first alpha because I’m the oldest, the soonest to decline, or the most mature ?

That’s less charming, isn’t it? Ory is ancient, but Mackenzie isn’t.

I’m a couple-ish years older than Thatcher and Kazimir—I don’t have one foot in the grave or anything.

I would have even said I was in my prime, before this performance.

When I finally manage to cobble together a thought, it’s in reference to Ethan’s unmoving form beside me. “You sure you want to be here for this?”

“Nope, but I’m already trapped.”

I get it. I’m not sure anyone could walk away from this spectacle. This is… creative? Daring? Bizarre? Distinctly Jameson, for sure—I believe there was a woman bound to a hotel balcony in his sex tape, so risky coupling may be his raison d’être .

When assessing the yacht’s romantic potential, I certainly considered all the beds, tables, and even the counters.

It’s not like I’m a traditionalist, who can’t have intercourse anywhere but on a mattress.

I’m even down with that up-against-a-wall, gravity-defying vertical sex position—I can do that.

But the bow of the ship… I never would have even considered such a thing.

Jameson quite obviously did, and that’s where he’s got Tillie, with her butt resting on the triangular tip of the metal railing.

Her legs surround his waist as he brutally pounds into her.

Tillie’s eyes are open, but she’s clearly consumed by lust and primal satisfaction.

Jameson’s disturbingly toned ass conveys his total commitment as he enthusiastically fucks her like he’ll never tire, falter, or fail to rock her world.

I hate him… maybe even more than Thatcher. I’m a terrible first alpha, but no one needs to know that.

“ Finally —took you guys long enough,” Jameson calls, turning back to look at us while still performing his assigned fucking duties without missing a beat.

This guy can multitask. Jerk. “I want to try something, but I need help, and our resident skirt-wearing, caveman alpha wouldn’t approve without first alpha sign-off. ”

Please, don’t tell me this is foreplay and not the main event. And why do I suddenly feel like we did get a circus performer alpha? I bet he’s as flexible as a contortionist, and he absolutely belongs in a dang sideshow.

“What do you want to do now?” Ethan asks, territorial as any alpha.

Unlike Thatcher, Jameson has no status concerns regarding Ethan’s position in the pack.

“We need Tillie back.” His tone is surprisingly serious, at least briefly.

“As much as I’m prepared to worship Tillie’s inner ho , this insatiable, feral omega isn’t Tillie.

Seriously, this feisty bitch doesn’t even care whose cock she’s impaled by. ”

He huffs with melodramatic flair. “All this work I’m putting in, to not get any credit because omegas are basically equal-opportunity cock jockeys… I think not. I’m actually feeling a little used right now.”

Oh, shit—the omega is making Jameson Farraway feel unappreciated for his unique proficiency in all things scandalous.

Fuck, I’m laughing. No, I’m crying I’m laughing so hard, while the poor, neglected, serial, one-night stand, himbo manwhore —can he be both those things at the same time—just gets more aggrieved.

“You don’t have to be a dick about it, Gideon . Some first alpha, pack leader you are.”

“Sorry.” Yeah, I kind of cackled through that, so my sincerity might be appropriately questioned. “We were thinking the same thing—that it’s time to bring Tillie back and help her work through the pain of losing her alphas. Do you have any ideas about how we might accomplish that?”

Jameson doesn’t miss a single well-timed thrust as he continues his conversation with us. I don’t want to think about how normal this is for Jameson—engaging in a relaxed chat with three other men while going to town on a woman.

“First, I want Ory to send her omega packing.” Thrust, thrust, thrust—he’s not even out of breath, like he’s been in fuck training for years.

“Once Tillie’s back, I have some ideas, mostly involving sexual gratification— naturally —plus some harmless manipulation and definitely some knot-themed trust exercises.

” He pulls almost all the way out and surges forward again, sparking a shriek of ecstasy from my omega.

“My theory is…” Jameson momentarily stills before slowly moving inside her again, drawing out her pleasure. “… if Tillie trusts us completely—not me, necessarily, but you know what I mean—she’d know on a primal level that she’s safe whether she has just the four of us or all six.”

His head and floofy hair bob around as he tilts his head side to side.

“I think it’s a lack of safety and security that’s driving her pain this time, not the bossy legacy punishing her for what her alpha did.

The runaway professor told me about that before he, you know, ran away.

What I’m suggesting is that the concept of being deserted rattled her more than the actual loss of the alpha she couldn’t stand. Does that track with you guys?”

My skepticism at Jameson’s well-considered theory is mirrored in Ethan’s expression, where Ory just gives an approving nod.

Now, that’s a true compliment to Jameson, the man who failed out of twelve colleges before his famous father abandoned hope that his son would excel in any career field.

Is it possible we’ve discovered that Jameson’s true gift is therapeutic porn god ?

But even as I try to dismiss him, I’m struck by another possibility.

Is Jameson a natural at being an alpha to a troubled omega during a fraught time?

Or is it that he’s mastered the art of rolling with the punches when life yanks the rug out from under him?

Is he observing the loss of safety and security in Tillie that he felt after losing his mother, something no one else could provide for him?

Or maybe he’s a vapid fool, and it’s just a lucky guess.

“It makes sense to me.” Ethan’s dubious tone is not subtle, and mine is roughly the same when I add, “Me, too.”

“Thanks, guys—feeling the love over here.” Jameson chuckles, completely carefree.

“Actually, I am feeling the love or lust , which is just as good. Her pussy squeezes my cock like it’s in a fucking vice, and I love it.

She’s a living, breathing, hot-as-fuck sex toy.

” His amber eyes wantonly sparkle. “At first, I couldn’t believe that I was here, and now, I’m just thinking of all the fucked-up things I can do during the heats.

It’s limitless, like anything we dream, our omega will climb all over— literally .

This right here might be the dream, if we can just not die. ”

Ethan stiffens, not at all amused by Jameson now. I can’t really blame him after the day he’s had, but I hope he doesn’t punch Jameson. But he wouldn’t, not with Tillie precariously perched with the potential to drop more than twenty feet into the water if things go badly.

At least, I hope Ethan’s considered the cause and effect of popping Jameson in the noggin, though his seething tone makes me wonder. “If you’re living the dream with the origin omega, why do you want Tillie back?”

Jameson considers, staring into the distance.

“I shouldn’t—I should just be living large with my willing sex fiend, but Tillie’s got this sweetness to her.

She’s genuine in a way I’ve rarely ever encountered.

And the idea that she’s not safe enough to be present, it rubs me wrong, where this…

” He pushes a little harder into her, while she sighs contentedly. “… rubs me just right.”

Jameson aims his signature sneer at Ethan, though it’s entirely inauthentic at the moment. “I know you want to hate me, and you have more right than any of these other chumps. She was your girl before all this craziness.”

He leans and nibbles on Tillie’s lip, before refocusing on his audience.

“I find myself wanting to be a good alpha to her, as surprising as that is from a guy who never cared to be good at anything, other than sexually pleasing women. I truly believe I can help Tillie find her balance. If I’m mistaken, someone else can take a turn, but we’ll never be able to bond with Tillie if she’s not herself.

The rest of this is just passing time—however enjoyably—with no chance to make things better for her or build a solid pack.

So, how about it? Are you game to let me try? ”

Ethan’s thoughts are almost as transparent as if he was my beta, or maybe it’s just my own hope I see reflected back in his eyes.

Because if Tillie, with just a few words, can locate and awaken the soul in a self-proclaimed narcissist like Jameson, then imagine what she will do with the power structures in this corrupt world.

“Okay, Jameson. We’ll follow your lead.” I withhold the demeaning insults struggling to end that pronouncement.

“Good, because if you grumble about everything I do, that’s not going to make her feel safe, and the failure will be on you. In which case, I’ll remain in poundtown with our omega until my dick finally surrenders.”