Unnatural Omega

by V T Bonds

  Her childhood is what I’ve dreamed of my entire life. Every soft caress from her mother, every loving encouragement from her father, they are mine now too. Every trial, every moment I suffered, she accepts and soothes my woes, balancing me in ways I never thought possible.

  The tight dense cloud of blackness hiding behind my breastbone lessens as she intercepts my misgivings, shining a new light on my world.

  Sweat drips down my temple as I stroke her back, and I sweep my palm up and down her arm as my knot holds us together. Her tightness around my cock keeps me releasing into her until nothing remains, but she grips me so enticingly I produce more.

  Her delicate flavor swamps my taste buds, and as I force my jaw open, I swallow her delicious life force, my groans unstoppable. I swirl my tongue over her wound, savoring her taste and cleaning my mark. Her core clenches around me and my lungs seize. She’s too tight, too perfect, and I struggle to remain conscious.

  After one last lick across her shoulder, I meet her hazy eyes and bask in our joining. Feeling returns to my extremities, and I realize her skin under my palms is cool to the touch. As my knot begins to deflate and thought returns, worry works its way into my mind.

  It’s been hours and the temperature controls remain off. We’re still in stealth mode.

  Sensing my agitation, she purrs for me, and the vibrations work their way into my chest. I smile as her eyes clear, and she grins at me, happiness beaming from her expression. My knot releases and fluids gush around me, but I stay deep in her. Her eyes dilate and cheeks flush as I use one hand to scoop up our mingled essences and offer it to her. She moans as I feed it to her, and I can sense her enjoyment through our link. I shiver at my own caress, my rough hand gathering more from around my base and carrying it up to her mouth.

  The next scoop is for me, and I savor her sweetness.

  Wishing we had a nest around us, I imagine we’re in a cocoon, wrapped in a world of our own.

  Once the seepage from inside her slows, I brace the back of her head as I invade her mouth, enjoying the way her tongue responds. Her mewls mirror my purr, and I delve deeper as her breasts press against my chest.

  I enjoy our tender moments, but I need her hands on me, so my other hand unwraps her digits. As the last loop loosens, her fingers weave into mine, and the intimate gesture fills my heart. Her other hand caresses my cheek before resting on my jawline.

  Her insides twinge around me, and I sense her energy waning. Realizing she’s struggling to keep her position, I nip her bottom lip. Her sigh as she pulls back breaks my cocoon imagery.

  “What’s wrong?” she asks, her voice husky. My brow lifts in question, and she sighs again.

  “Something is distracting you,” she explains, tracing my eyebrow while her other hand squeezes mine. She can’t be comfortable with her arm behind her back and her wrist twisted to hold my hand, but she makes no move to let go.

  I start to shake my head but realize she’s right. Something keeps nagging at me, but I’ve refused to let it break our precious time together.

  I’ve just marked my lifemate and want to spend years wrapped in her embrace, but my instincts warn me there’s trouble nearby.

  The black cloud of premonition has not dissipated. No, instead, its spread and infected her. Fear blasts through me. What have I done? She doesn’t need to carry my burdens.

  Her nails dig into my hand, pulling me out of my thoughts.

  “Mine.”

  That’s all she says.

  That’s all I need to hear.

  We’ll shoulder this together, my overbearing tendencies aside.

  Her hand slips out of mine and she braces against my thighs. My growl stops her from lifting off me, and new slick dribbles between us. I grab her hips and control my extraction, knowing if we move too fast my desire to fuck her again will take over.

  As I slip out of her heat, the frigid air surrounds my cock, and I hiss in response.

  Worry blasts through me.

  Her muscles tighten as our link floods with negativity. She stands on wobbly legs, and I keep hold of her hips. Meeting her eyes, I watch as the flush leaves, her pale skin shining under the lights.

  “We need to dress, now. Put on the clothes in the back of the wardrobe. Fast, my love.”

  I hold back the weight of command but infuse my words with urgency. She nods and firms her lips, and I ache for the time we’ve lost. She deserves hours of soft exploration and days of celebrating our joining, but life has other plans.

  As she moves to the wardrobe, I make my way to the food cabinet, filling my hands with water bottles. My joints have never felt so loose, but I push through the different sensations and join her at the wardrobe.

  She’s struggling to get her second leg in the slacks I provided, and I realize the clothes I packed were omega size, not Beta size. She wiggles as she pulls them up, but they refuse to go higher than midthigh.

  Grunting at my stupidity, her sorrow pierces my heart. Doubt infects her, and her lower lip quivers.

  “They don’t fit. I’m not what you expected. I’m wrong, unnatural-”

  She doesn’t get the chance to finish her sentence. I grab her and seal my lips to hers, ignoring the growing urgency in my chest, and push reassurance and comfort into our connection.

  “Never, Britani. Never doubt me again. You are mine. You are perfect.” I emphasize my belief with a slap to her delectable ass, and her groan of desire makes my hard cock throb between us. “And you tempt me to throw you down and mount you again.”

  The black cloud in my chest expands, stealing my concentration, and I see in her eyes she feels it too. Standing her back on her own feet, I reach into the closet and yank two items off the hangers, then hand them to her. I add a pair of socks to her arms, then turn to dress.

  I pull on clothing, worried about what we’ll find when we open the door to our den. The scent of her fear aggravates me, but she isn’t panicking, even though she feels the same seething mass behind her breastbone as I.

  Within a minute, I’m dressed and armed, ready to check on my teammates.

  When I turn to her, she’s tugging my shirt into place. It stretches tight over her breasts, but the shoulders, sleeves, and waist are loose, and I fight between a purr and a growl. I want to growl because her flesh is hidden away from me, but I also want to purr at how gorgeous she is. My pants stretch to accommodate her ass, but cover her feet since they’re too long.

  She gathers her hair to the back of her head then starts rummaging through the top drawer. I grab the rope we left on the floor and use it to tie her hair. Instead of leaving it as a ponytail, I weave the extra rope into her hair and fasten the end of the braid with the excess. Her shaky exhale expresses her contentment, even as the cloud of premonition grows. I run my hands down her arms, licking her oozing mating mark. She shivers and moans, but steps toward the door. I halt her when I encounter my bindings on her arms.

  I search for the knot that holds the lacing together, but her palm lays over mine. She shakes her head, and her desperation slides through our link.

  Even with my cum in her body, my heart in her chest, and my mark on her neck, she still wants my restraints. They soothe her.

  Pride swells in my chest. She’s strong, but she’s willing to rely on me, and with the terror she’s lived through, I will do all I can to ease her.

  The ropes stay.

  Her hands shake as I place a knife in her palm, closing her fingers around the hilt. A flurry of emotions fly through her, but she settles and nods.

  She shouldn’t have to use it, but I need her to have it, just for my peace of mind.

  As she works on the locks from the bottom, I start at the top. When all are unlatched, I pull her behind me and wrap her unoccupied fist around my belt. I give her a stern look and squeeze her hand, demanding she keep hold, and place a quick kiss to her swollen lips.

  The hallway is dark. Even the emergency lights are off. I push my senses outward, listening for sounds. Noth
ing seems amiss, but my instincts scream something is wrong. Very wrong.

  Making my way to the cockpit, I check every room before stepping into the doorway, unwilling to put Britani in danger. Her socked feet must be cold on the floor since the air out here is freezing.

  When we arrive at the cockpit, I push Britani’s back against the wall beside the doorjamb and put my finger to my lips. She nods, her eyes wide, but she stays there as I enter the room.

  Expecting to find one of my teammates, confusion and alarm ricochets through me when I see Nova’s the only one in the room.

  She turns, her pale blue eyes full of determination. Her startled shriek is cut off by her own hands, and she winces as she focuses inward for a moment. Then she straightens and pierces me with a serious look.

  “The omegas in the infirmary are in heat. You’re the only Alpha onboard. I… I gave them all sedatives, like Seeck told me to, but it happened so fast and they left so suddenly…”

  She shakes as she stands there, misery and confusion breaking through her resolve. She stiffens and steps back, but then relaxes a little and swallows. I follow her eyes and meet Britani’s, but neither woman pays me any mind. My growl rolls through the air, anger rising at her audacity to enter without my consent, but my lifemate sends a sharp warning through our link, and I stop.

  Their responding smell of slick makes fuzziness seep into the edges of my mind.

  I don’t have a No-Smell, a little strip of technology that blocks pheromones from entering my nostrils. My fists curl at my sides as I fight to stay in control. The ache in my spine sharpens.

  No wonder the males left the ship, but I have no clue how Seeck managed to leave his newly mated Omega behind. I haven’t even been to the side of the ship with the omegas in heat, and already my instincts are pulling me toward Rut.

  Shit.

  I force my attention to the matter at hand.

  Britani and Nova eye each other, and my senses flood with disbelief. A brief moment later, Britani’s blade chatters to the floor and they gather each other close, Britani offering Nova comfort. An invisible connection lies between them, a relation born of having lifemates so intertwined.

  Nova’s light skin seems almost tan against Britani’s white complexion. Britani’s hand strokes Nova’s head in an unexpected show of intimacy and support. Nova tucks her face into Britani’s shoulder, and their height difference is startling. My lifemate stands over half a head taller, and while both women have beautiful curves, Nova is still too slim—her hard upbringing obvious in her petite form. They cling to each other for a long moment, and the currents between their hearts make me want to weep. They both exude feminine grace beyond comprehension, and seeing such ethereal creatures interacting humbles me beyond measure.

  I stand as still as a statue, not breathing for fear of ending the remarkable moment. Something changes in their countenances, and as one they turn to me.

  Nova’s eyes pierce my soul with their luminescence, but Britani’s green pupils own every part of me.

  “A light came on the console,” Nova says.

  I burst into action, understanding dawning. Nova hadn’t seen running water before we found her, much less a Sky-Flyer console.

  “Vander programmed things and said to get you if anything made noise, but nothing has,” Nova explains, and a part of me eases. Lights are common in stealth mode, but an auditory warning would mean catastrophe.

  Finding the blinking light, I relax further. I look through the log and fill in the gaps of the last few hours. Three hours ago, autoflight commenced, then two minutes later, the side hatch opened for forty-five seconds before auto closing. An hour ago, the system sensed a smaller Sky-Flyer within tracking distance. It blipped on the screen for five seconds before turning on its stealth mode.

  A normal craft would have lost track of it, but Jumoke played with our Sky-Flyer’s system before we turned it on, and that five seconds allowed us to lock on to their computer’s location unit. The smaller vehicle has stayed at the edge of our sensors ever since, keeping pace with us.

  My teammates are on the other Sky-Flyer.

  The silence in the room permeates my thoughts, and I push calm into my lifemating bond. Stepping to the side, I point at the light and angle to the side so I can see the females behind me.

  “The unit is tracking a vessel. The team is following us. Nothing to worry about.”

  Britani’s purr invades my ears, and although my cock twitches, the sound is so full of comfort I feel as though my bones will melt.

  The sound isn’t for me.

  Tears stream down Nova’s face, but a shaky inhale is the only other sign of her torment.

  “They just jumped and left me. I couldn’t go, but there was no warning, and it hurts to be away from him!” Her anger and fear burst from her in a single sob, then she inhales long and slow.

  I want to wrap my arms around her but dare not touch her without Seeck nearby. My muscles tense with the effort of not going to her, knowing she needs to be held, but also aware Seeck would never forgive me, especially with the combustible situation.

  The sharp pulsing in my spine warns me of Rut, and I grit my teeth to keep my purr in, not sure I can keep my instincts at bay. Britani’s body temperature has risen, a blush coloring her cheeks, as her pheromones rise to match mine, but she continues to offer Nova comfort.

  Locking down on my control, I take a careful smell, checking Nova.

  She’s nowhere near her heat. It makes sense since she had one recently.

  “Nova listen to me,” I say, my voice almost too deep to understand. She swipes her sleeve across her face, then gives me her full attention, stubborn strength infused in her every move.

  “You can do this. Just a little longer, about two hours, then we’ll reach the convent. The craft will land about half a mile from the buildings. Press and hold this button.” I point to the comm link already programmed to the proper frequency. “Wait for two seconds, say, ‘three fallen angels incoming’, then release the button.”

  She nods when I pause, so I continue.

  “Press this button to open the main hatch, then lock yourself in your den. No hesitation, understand?”

  She swallows but nods, determination hiding her apprehension.

  “Don’t forget, little one, your mate watches. Stay in your room. Do not unlock the door for anyone except for him, not even me. If you don’t recognize their voice, do not respond. Understand?”

  “Thank you, Kwame,” is all she says before she turns to Britani.

  “My name is Nova, and Seeck is my lifemate.”

  Britani’s lips lift in a smile, and her eyes twinkle as she says, “That’s the first time you’ve said that to anyone, isn’t it? That Seeck is yours?”

  The emotions in the room wash over me, many of them unreachable. These females have their own way of communicating their feelings, and in the space of a second they’ve shared more than I can follow.

  “Yes. It feels good.” Nova replies. More emotion swirls through the room.

  Nova’s whisper shakes, “Your turn.”

  Their smiles widen as Britani claims me with her words.

  “I am Britani, and Kwame is my lifemate.”

  Joy. Amidst the chaos of life, inexpressible joy barrels through my soul. Unable to contain the emotion, I lunge to my female and snatch her off the ground. Burrowing my face into her hair, I purr my content, wrapping my arms around her and grinding against her softness. Without a backward glance, I start toward our den.

  Mine.

  Forever.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Britani

  Lust burns through my veins, and my insides throb in demand.

  I notice him locking the door only because his hand leaves me, and I have no choice but to growl at his neglect. Thoughts hover out of reach, my body filled with urges too strong for anything else. With frantic movements, I tear at his clothing, insulted by the barrier. Strong hands aid me in my quest before returnin
g the favor, yanking the clothes off my form. Within seconds our bare flesh meets, my hands roaming his body. His warmth leaves my front and gravity pulls me toward the ground.

  I yelp at the sensation, my stomach climbing into my throat, but softness buffers my landing. The scent wafting up from the bedding is divine.

  Not as good as what I just had my nose buried in, though.

  I look up at my Alpha, my neck craning from the recessed bed, his boots above my head. My body bounces from the fall, and instincts demand I return to the source of the magnificent smell.

  “Nest. Now.” His deep voice sends me further into frenzy, but the grounding weight of his command settles on me, and I focus on my task.

  Ruined. The nest I worked so hard on has been turned into a horrible mess. Everything gets tossed out until only the mattress remains, even the sheet ripped free. I turn to shift through the pile and snarl when I see him reaching into it. He lifts his hands shoulder height and backs up a step, even as his growl promises correction.

  Slick drips down my leg as I rummage through the dirty materials.

  A new pile drops within reach, and I pounce. Clean sheets and pillows create a base layer, then a mix of clean and soiled bedding make a delectable cocoon of soft, aromatic pleasure. I test my nest, laying still for a moment, and find it satisfactory.

  All it needs is my mate.

  My lifemate.

  The worst cramp I’ve ever felt grips my abdomen, and a cry escapes my lips. Dark hands caress my flesh, and I pull him into my cocoon.

  He doesn’t allow me to position him. We’re too far gone for that. His weight settles on me, and I gasp as his girth stretches me.

  It hurts so good. With my hands free, I explore his smooth skin and memorize his rock hard muscles, testing his resilience with my nails.

  We make music. Filthy, depraved, wanton music as we fulfill each other’s needs. Accepting his girth is easier, but his length hits deep inside and I yelp with his first few thrusts, agony spearing through me. The fiercest orgasm rips me apart, and his tongue laps up my tears.