Page 108 of Shared Omega

I notice that he hasn’t mentioned Kane. I’m afraid to even ask.

“Anyway,” Frostgrave continues casually, “The mission may have been a failure, but there’s a silver lining. My late protege Dr. Lucian had dreams of breeding captive Alphas. He felt they could provide a very effective method of population control. Now, with you and your Alphas, I think it may be time to revive that program.”

“Screw you,” I shout at him. “If you think I’m going to willingly—“

Before I can finish, a sudden, sharp pang deep inside my core doubles me over. This is followed by a hot surge of goosebumps over my skin. My nipples and clitoris instantly stiffen until they are almost painfully erect.

In the background, I hear Frostgrave chuckle.

“Oh I don’t think willingness is going to be a problem, my dear.”

As the first wave of whatever that was passes, I cut a hateful glare at the doctor. My eyes catche the dripping gruel, which is still streaking down the glass. I notice a chalky aftertaste on my tongue.

There was something in the food.

“That’s right,” Frostgrave says, reading my thoughts. “An aphrodisiac, and an extremely massive dose at that.”

I cry out as another painful spasm wracks my body, collapsing me to the cold floor, where I writhe and moan.

This is like the heat that I experienced in the Zone, only ten times worse. My nipples are now so hard and swollen, they feel as if they might rupture. Between my legs, my throbbing sex is flowing with hot slick which is dripping down my butt and puddling on the floor.

Inside, the channel of my vagina clenches convulsively with need. I reach between my legs, hoping to give my own body the release it so desperately wants, but my fingers are weak, numb, and lifeless.

I’m lost in a fever of lust so overwhelming and intense that it fucking hurts.

“Please,” I groan through gritted teeth.

Frostgrave sneers.

“That’s right. You’re going to beg, omega. Every day you’re going to plead to be fucked and bred until you provide me with a nice litter of Alphas.”

There is a light knock at the door in the back of the doctor’s control room. As I lie sprawled out naked and squirming on the floor, watching him upside down, he rises and answers the door.

It is a small, dark-haired woman with glasses. The same assistant that I saw in the briefing room when they first introduced Dog.

“Ah, Miss Hines,” Frostgrave says happily. “Perfect timing. Please, do come in.”

The woman steps into the control room and the mechanical door sighs shut behind her. She notices me lying naked on the floor, and her eyes widen with shock behind her glasses.

“Oh my,” she exhales, raising one hand to her mouth.

Just then, another wave of painfully intense arousal crashes over me. This is the worst one yet. A ragged sob rips from my mouth as my body shudders and convulses. My legs fall open, exposing my drenched and puffy sex. The air in the chamber is redolent with the scent of my excruciating need.

“Is she…Is she in pain, Doctor?”

“Oh yes,” Frostgrave says nonchalantly, strolling back to his computer station. “A great deal of pain, in fact. But don’t worry Miss Hines, we are going to alleviate that momentarily.”

“We are?” Hines says in a voice that sounds both relieved and apprehensive at the same time.

She is staring at my writhing, moaning body with a look of intense pity. Her eyes meet mine for a moment, and I sense a wave of sympathy. She quickly darts her eyes away.

A feeling of shame fills me, but it is quickly forgotten as an even greater spasm of agony hits me and I scream, a hoarse, plaintive sound.

I’m totally helpless. If I don’t get relief soon, I feel like I might actually die from arousal.

Frostgrave chuckles.

“Well, we’re not going to do it personally Miss Hines. Is the Alpha prepped for the procedure.”