Page 48 of Generation Omega: Claimed (Originverse #3)

TILLIE

It’s not enough. None of this is enough.

“What’s not enough?” I murmur, still mostly asleep and unwilling to even consider opening my eyes.

Ethan mumbles, “Who are you talking to?”

“I’m not sure I’m talking to anyone.” I bury my face against his chest. Oh, he smells so good, though it’s faint. Cheesy, bacon bread—that would be the best breakfast.

It’s not enough! Oh, it’s my omega, and she’s feisty.

What’s not enough?

Everything is fine, but it’s time to wake. Now, it’s the omega legacy assuming the role of a dastardly alarm clock.

What is my omega worried about?

More time with the origin alpha and other miscellaneous complaints about ancient betrayals—the usual.

That does sound like her. I sigh as I begin to drift off again, with Ethan’s arms still around me. We slept beneath the stars after I crashed Ethan’s solo campout up here. I felt almost guilty for trespassing on his alone time, but not enough to find another bed buddy.

With my omega cuddle drive now fully activated, I can’t imagine sleeping by myself. I get shaky even thinking about it. But I still want my own room someday, even if I’m bed-hopping forever.

You’ll have whatever you want. Gideon’s sexy voice is in my head. Also, it’s time to get up.

My internal whine hits an unpleasant pitch, nothing sensually appealing even for my alphas. I’m just so warm, and Ethan’s so perfect. Five more minutes?

I’m sorry for not warning you, but I wanted you to have as many carefree moments as possible before the real world reclaims us.

Oh. It’s time —you mean we’re leaving the ship?

Breakfast is almost ready, and then we’ll dock and…

Please, don’t say it. My fluttering nerves deliver my fear directly to my alphas.

They respond with a wave of supportive vibes, each as unique as they are.

Not one of my bonds is the same, and as time passes and our connections truly develop, the ties between us are only growing more distinct.

Gideon is a fortress surrounding me. Mackenzie is a garden that comforts me.

Jameson is a lasso that always reminds me that I’m not alone, and also that I’m his to bind as he sees fit—still hotter than sin, my bad boy alpha.

I’m curious what Kazimir will be, and even what Thatcher might be. The ache of their absence continues, but it’s now shared with my alphas, something for the pack to carry, not just me.

I need something. I say that to Gideon, but I feel the attentions of my other alphas.

What?

Brace yourselves, fellas. I need a little time alone before we go. I’ll just take my breakfast and get ready by myself.

Alpha displeasure should be rated like hurricane winds, but I stand my ground, mostly by grasping hold of an absolutely truthful detail about my life. I haven’t had more than a few minutes alone since Ethan surprised me at my dorm room with tickets to Omega-Palooza.

I shudder, and my alphas feel it. More than that, they’re working a bit too hard to conceal their discomfort at the reminder that, less than two weeks ago, I was just an art student living in a dorm.

To cover Gideon’s reaction, Jameson sends some seriously naughty role-play ideas involving me in a sexy school uniform and him playing my naked professor, ready to punish me if I don’t sculpt him perfectly.

Anytime, anywhere, handsome—except here and now. Please, alphas, I need this.

Okay, baby girl, but just know, this is going to hurt.

Mackenzie’s scrumptious voice reaches me, testing my resolve as he asks for my breakfast order. I answer and then kiss Ethan’s chest.

Ethan moans pitifully. “Ugh, do we really have to get up?”

“We do. I guess we’re almost there. My alphas are grudgingly allowing me to get ready by myself—shocking, isn’t it?”

Ethan laughs. “That is shocking.” He pulls back to look at my face. “Are you okay?”

That’s a good question. “I don’t know, but I need the vacation to end, if that makes sense.”

He considers that thoughtfully, like always.

“It definitely makes sense. Everything has been so powerful—the heat, new bondmarks, more alphas in your head, plus all the unanswered questions about Kaz and Thatcher. Of course, you’re ready to move into the next stage, where we start discovering what our pack’s normal looks like, regardless of what comes at us. ”

“Exactly. I’m so grateful we had this time to connect, but the majority of my initial bonds are behind us.

We won’t have to start from the beginning again, and I’m ready to see where we go from here.

” That thought ignites what I’ve been calling curio- cern , where curiosity and concern are too mangled together to untangle.

My expressive face displays all that’s muddled in me, and Ethan grins as he asks, “What is that about?”

“Did Kazimir ever call you?”

At first, he’s solemn, but then hope sparkles in his eyes, something that’s been entirely lacking since his alpha left. “No, he didn’t, but…”

I rest my hands on his chest. “You don’t have to explain anything if you don’t want to.

Since the heat ended, every time I push for more information about anything, the words barely reach my mouth before the legacy commands me to trust my pack.

Before Thatcher left, I was already beginning to understand the roles we’re all meant to play.

Jameson helped with that dramatic show on the bow, and Mackenzie did too because he knows it’s not his time to shine. He’s so patient about that.”

Ethan’s frown is extremely judgy. “ You’re the omega—you’re always meant to shine.”

Omegaverse fiction certainly told me that, but… “Am I? I mean, I know I have a job to do—it’s crazy unspecific, but it is mine. But we’re a pack because the legacy knows I can’t do this alone, so sometimes, I have to get out of the way and let my alphas do their jobs. That said…”

“What?”

Knowing my alphas are listening makes this more amusing. “They aren’t sharing anything stressful with their delicate flowery omega.”

Ethan snorts, and I know he’s remembering all my exceedingly violent childhood antics with the same delight I am—I’m not even delicate flower adjacent.

“Anyway, I’m fine with trusting them to get me where I need to be until it’s time for me to start doing omega stuff that doesn’t involve my mythical vajayjay .

But I need your help with something…” I’m totally serious about this, and you all better not give him any grief.

“… because I trust you more than anyone to make sure they don’t keep things from me that I need to know.

So, I’m asking—maybe begging—you to be the pestiest pest who ever pested and climb into all their business, ask all the questions, demand all the answers, so that I can feel safe in this trust-fall that’s apparently my existence now. ”

Oh, Mr. Ethan is cocky now. “The pestiest pest who ever pested —I was born for this. Consider it done. And, just know, both your first alpha and the omegaverse have encouraged me to embrace my snarky, opinionated beta status for the good of the pack and our future.”

My alphas might be grumbling about my lack of trust, but my incredible relief can’t be ignored. I needed this too, guys. Deal with it. “Thank you.”

Ethan caresses my cheek. “About Kaz…”

“Really, you don’t have to share anything—the epic omega trust-fall includes your life too.”

“I want to share this with you. Kaz heard some things in my head, and I know he went after Thatcher because the legacy told him to, but he also wanted to give me space to work through some things without my fiercely protective, Russian assassin in the audience. I’ve heard Gideon on the phone with him, so I know he’s okay.

I’ll just be glad when the pack’s together again.

” He appears conflicted, but then adds, “I know you wanted Thatcher back and felt like you needed him—is that still true?”

Damn tears—I really thought I had them under control.

“I don’t know. I treated him horribly, but he was pretty horrible.

I know he belongs in our pack, but I still don’t want him to bite me.

I still don’t want him in my head. I still don’t trust him with you.

But I also feel like complete crap about it, and I deserve to if I’m putting my pack at risk just because I have icky feelings about the alpha that was chosen for me. ”

Ethan kisses my head, lingering close. “That makes sense, and we’ll be with you no matter what happens with Thatcher.”

Yeah, that’s another problem, and since I seem to be checking them off like I’m working my way down a list, I might as well keep going. “I need to…” I’m genuinely nervous about saying—or even thinking—the rest with my alphas hanging on every word.

“What?” Ethan presses.

“I need to be alone with Thatcher, get to know him without you and the alpha squad there. Otherwise, I’m not giving him—or us—a chance. It’s not fair to always have him staring at how little he means compared to you and everyone else.”

“You’re going to need that with Kaz too.” Ethan is a bit too neutral to be believed.

“I’m not sure about that.”

His blue eyes are abruptly intense. “What do you mean?”

I love Ethan so much, and I’m glad my words are completely true. “I think my bond with Kazimir runs through you. Our love for you is what will bring us together, so I doubt I need time with just him. But that means…”

“You have to be with him—I know.”

My agitated heart forces me to speak. “Could you be there for that?”

“Yes,” he answers without pause.

I don’t have even a second to prepare for the mental pictures that attack my mind, leading to goosebumps and a surge of rowdy desire.

“What are you thinking now?” Ethan’s voice is husky, and there’s possessiveness in his gaze.

I’m so caught, and I feel Jameson’s approval before he drawls in my head, Damn, sweet cheeks, promise you’ll let me watch.

No, I won’t promise that. To Ethan, I sheepishly ask, “Are you sure you want to know?”

“Yes!”

With a hot blush capturing my face, I rally my courage to declare what I want. “My inner omega probably took two or three at once, but I still haven’t done that.”

Ethan’s adorably flustered now. “You would let us…”

“Uh… um… well, I’m pretty sure I’ll be trying doubles with the others, so I was thinking about something a little different with you and Kazimir.”

“Say it, Till—right now.”

I nibble on my lip as the raging bonfire inside me claims more territory. Then I shove my hesitation aside and blurt, “I want to take you both at the same time in the same place.”

Ethan stops breathing, while he swallows roughly. “You don’t really mean…”

“Hey, I’m an omega. My parts are built omega tough .

If I can take knots and all, why couldn’t I ride you both at the same time?

” I’m a sultry gal now. “Think of it. The two of you sitting face to face—or really, cock to cock—super close, intertwined almost, while I slide down onto your cocks. You guys have the strength to control me, your hands gripping me and making me take you so deep that we’ll be connected forever.

” I gasp. “What would it be like if you both were inside me and his knot locked us all together?”

Ethan’s sudden erection rubs against me, and the fire now burning in his eyes is a promise that could keep me warm forever. I reach down and grasp his cock.

As I begin to squeeze and move my hand down his length and back up again, I croon, “I bet you two would fill me like I’ve never been filled.

Jameson would be so jealous of the competition, but if you guys were willing, I’d promise never to do that same thing with anyone else—my double-occupancy pussy is just for you and your alpha. ”

He’s seizing air, his rib cage expanding and contracting against me, and I keep working him up, happy to be pleasuring him.

I realize I’m more confident now than I’ve ever been in my ability to rock his world, and that’s exactly what I’m doing.

Ethan’s grumbling groan as he climaxes is one of the most satisfying sounds I’ve ever heard.

The huffy, alarm-clock alpha patrol is only getting huffier, but I’ll never be sorry. When I wipe my hand on my robe, I have to smile—omegaverse fiction tried to prepare me for an omega’s comfort with all things slick and tasty, but reality is so much better than fiction could ever be.

I lean and kiss Ethan’s cheek. “I love you. I’m going to shower and take a few minutes to breathe. Then I expect a debrief from the alpha planning session, okay?”

“Definitely, when I manage to get up.”

“Oh, you’ll get up, or you won’t get any breakfast.”

“Copy that—getting up… very soon.”