Page 7 of Generation Omega: Claimed (Originverse #3)

ETHAN

Lightheaded, barely breathing, I tremble as Kaz grips my cock like it belongs to him—like it always belonged to him, like I always 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 our pack. 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, I won’t .” Then sparks fly in his eyes. “Not yet .” He squints as he ponders something, before casting a wickedly amused 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—she needs to 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’s her heat, but it’s our rut. 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 taste your alpha?”

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 not on 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, you decide 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 feral demands more from me.

Help me, Kaz. I want to get this right.

Kaz’s smile is sinful. “I thought you’d never ask.”

But instead of giving me pointers, he doses me—that’s the only way to describe it.

He opens himself up and delivers an undiluted dose of alpha drive.

I’m still me, but I’m also part alpha, with an alpha’s urge to fuck, to dominate, to fight everyone and everything between me and what belongs to me.

I suddenly understand the truth my mind and experience were too limited to comprehend.

Tillie is still inside her body, just like I am, only she’s free from all judgment and blame, free to let her passions rule her. And now, so am I.

I place my hands on my hips, feeling feral and powerful.

“Sit up, omega. Spread those legs. Show me what a good girl you are.” Her whimpers reach a higher pitch as she obeys, still on her knees, her legs spread wide, her glistening slick dripping onto the blanket below her.

An actual purr rumbles in my chest, not sounding fully like an alpha, but more than a beta could ever manage alone.

“Do you ache for me, omega? Do you ache to taste your alpha from my body?”

Tillie’s eyes are fully dilated and she’s quivering with desire as her mouth opens, her tongue seeking to taste Kaz in the air. But that’s not enough, and she snarls at me like a tiny cub.

“I want to taste you first, omega. I’ll decide whether you’re worthy of tasting my alpha.”

She whines and, once again, offers her hand.

I shake my head like she’s been naughty and then raise my eyebrows.

Her forehead knots in confusion, the omega almost beyond any ability to form thoughts.

I allow my gaze to fix on her shiny sex.

When Tillie finally understands, she reaches down and gathers fresh slick right from the source.

Her hand trembles as she reaches toward me.

I lean down and lick her fingertips before sucking hard on her fingers. The burst of flavor sends another wave of desire through me that lands inside Kaz, who groans again. The alphas at the door are growing restless, and I feel Kaz’s nudge to speed up the game for now.

I step close enough that Tillie could reach out, but I’m gratified when she doesn’t. “Lick me clean, omega, but don’t touch me with anything other than your tongue. Or I’ll have to punish you.”

Her eyes widen as she lunges toward me. First, she scents her new alpha on me and inhales deeply, before tentatively licking my hip.

She sighs deeply and utters a strange little chirping sound of pleasure, before seeking the next spot.

It’s clear her senses are so attuned that she knows everywhere Kaz spread his offering.

As she works to capture it all, her body arches, her butt wagging at Mr. Kilt and Gideon, even the alphas still in the hall.

She’s teasing them, trying to lure them to take her.

Watching her beautiful body move, my cock manages to harden even more.

Breaking the rules, she rubs her smooth cheek along my length, her eyes closing, her sigh deep.

Then her tongue teases along the head of my cock before she takes it in her mouth, sucking fiercely.

With her hand and her mouth, she works me until I can’t breathe, can’t stand.

Kaz is behind me, his arms around my chest, holding me.

Tillie’s gaze meets Kaz’s as she swallows and clamps her lips tightly around my cock, forcing a hearty groan from my mouth.

“You’re such a good girl,” Kaz murmurs. “Now, take him all the way. Then he’s going to fuck your hot cunt, and you’re going to slather him with your slick. Can you do that for him… for me ?”

Tillie hums her answer, the reverberations sending me into the stratosphere as her clever mouth unravels me completely.

The world is nothing but bright light and wonder as she swallows my climax.

Kaz’s grip tightens, and the compression of his presence around me drives me even higher.

When Tillie releases me, she doesn’t leave, cleaning every inch of my cock before grinning and resting back on the bedding, her legs open, her back arched.

When I catch my breath, I admit, “I can’t go again yet.”

Kaz chuckles in my ear. “Oh, yes, you can.” Again, a dose of pure alpha fills me, and my cock rises like I didn’t just have the orgasm of my freaking life.

“You have an omega to tend, Ethan, and you’ll go all day and all night if needed.”

“Yes,” I moan. “But first, there’s another necessary part of this introduction.”

I feel him probing my thoughts, but I force the blankness that annoys him. When he lets me stand on my own, I move toward Tillie, kneeling between her trembling legs, and then dip my head and lick her delicious orange and vanilla spice directly from her.

With her perfumed slick coating my lips and tongue, I turn toward Kaz. Kiss me, Kaz. Meet your omega directly from my lips.

That primal desire flares and he’s beside me a moment later, rueful as though he lost control for a second. Then he grabs me, and our mouths collide. His tongue roughly delves inside me, seizing her essence and my soul in a kiss so true it sends all my doubts sailing away, possibly forever.

His raw groan owns the nest, but more than that, it unlocks something between us.

I see flickers from inside him, a wavering darkness that falters in pieces, finally revealing one fractured image.

A filthy boy wearing tattered clothes in a gladiator-like arena, bloodied and bruised, standing over the body of another boy.

Before I can make sense of it, the wall returns and Kaz jerks away, glaring at me.

“Don’t do that,” he growls, furious and dangerous.

“Yes, alpha,” I answer, because that’s all I can do when my alpha barks at me.

Kaz moves away, the distance between us an open wound, but then Tillie’s hands soothe over my chest and she nuzzles against my neck. The alphas outside respond predictably to Kaz’s rage—we don’t have long before they overtake the nest and Tillie.

“Now, Ethan… take her now.” Kaz doesn’t give me time to obey, sending another surge of insatiable need, along with a shove toward her.

I’m over her a moment later, my cock more than ready to seat itself inside her. I drive into her harder and deeper than seems safe, but she’s ready, mewling and writhing in time with my thrusts. I can’t stop pounding into her, and she can’t stop squeezing my cock as her slick drips between us.

A heightened ecstasy hits me as Kaz’s approval reaches me, but it’s not just approval, it’s ownership. Goosebumps return as I feel his gaze on me, the urges he’s fighting as he remains a spectator instead of a participant.

I can’t stop myself from imagining what it would be like to have him ramming into me while I thrust inside Tillie.

Could that happen? Is that what he’s thinking as he watches me fuck my girl?

I allow myself to consider it, the feel of his hands roughly spreading my ass, his fingers wet with his desire breaching the opening to all my dark desires, the thick head of his cock pressuring my submission to his brutal claiming.

His rumbling purr and a snarl tickle my ears. If he wasn’t imagining it before, he is now. Power courses through me. Not alpha power this time—no, this is the power of a bonded mate to ensure his alpha knows what he wants.

Tillie hisses at me, tearing my attention away from Kaz and back where it belongs.

Her hold on me is a vice. As much as I wish I could fill her with a knot, she’s the one wringing a climax from me, draining my cock with the forceful milking compressions of an omega’s skilled sex.

She grabs my head and pulls me closer, kissing me possessively as she orgasms with a pleased cry.

I collapse over her, but she remembers her mission better than I do, nudging me to roll over onto my back. Once there, she moves onto me, sitting on my torso and my chest, dragging her slick over me as she kisses and nuzzles my neck.

My mind finally unravels the puzzle. I’m now bathed in the omega’s scent, completely protected from her alphas who would never harm their omega or anyone who wears her perfume.

Drunk on my alpha, Tillie, sex, the nest, and the scents of heaven, I know in my heart that Kaz just saved our pack again . But that doesn’t stop me from blanching when Gideon releases a roar that communicates like a thunderclap the official end of his restraint.

The first alpha is ready to rut.