Page 37 of Desperate Omega

He has a point. In general, the alphas of the Central Ruins are fiercely faithful to their omega mates. It is said that the mating ritual binds their very souls together in an inseparable bond. There are exceptions, of course. Delphine and her alphas come to mind. I’m pretty sure those alphas were her mates, but they still wanted to rape me, and Delphine would have let them if Markus had not shown up when he did.

Markus.

Source, what would he think if he saw Brik touching me like this? I’m pretty sure there would be blood spilled over it. Over me.

As if reading my thoughts, Brik asks, “What were you doing with Markus in that graveyard?”

I feel the blood come rushing back into my face, partly from embarrassment, partly from anger, but mostly from the intense heat that is getting stronger and stronger with every stroke of Brik’s skillful hands.

“I would think that was obvious,” I answer, “based on the state we were in when you found us.”

Brik growls in annoyance. “You know what I mean, omega. Why did you choose that place to do it, and why with him? Did he force himself on you?”

“No!” I almost shout. “Markus would never do that. You heard what he said in the graveyard. He was asleep when we mated.”

“I heard him say it. I’m not sure I believe it, though.”

“It’s true. Last night he drank a sleeping potion, and he told me to use his body however I needed.”

“Why the hell would he do that?” Brik asks, sounding genuinely confused.

“Because he’s my friend,” I whisper. “And he wanted to help me through my… my…”

I’m not sure when it happened, but at some point during our conversation, one of Brik’s hands found its way down between my legs, and now one of his fingers is gently drawing back the little strip of skin that covers my clitoris like a hood. This realization is met with a throb of desire, and a gush of warm slick.

“Help you through your what?” Brik asks.

“My heat,” I whimper.

Brik rewards my answer by gently gliding a fingertip over my exposed clit. That touch sends sparks of hot pleasure racing through my core. Then he begins to run his finger in tight swirls over my aching bud. Within a matter of seconds, he has brought me right up the very edge of the release that my heat-stricken body so desperately needs…

But at the last moment, he moves his finger away from my clit, leaving me trembling with unrelieved desire.

“Why there?” he asks. “Why a graveyard? That is forbidden land.”

I want to tell him it is none of his damned business, but I want his touch more. Maybe if I answer his questions, he’ll give it to me.

“We thought we would be safe there,” I tell him, “We thought no one would disturb us while…”

Brik puts his finger on my clit again and begins to stir it in slow, tight circles. I moan softly as he finishes my sentence for me.

“While you were using his body to quell your heat.”

“Yes,” I answer. “Oh Source, yes…”

“Only it didn’t work out so well, did it? Markus failed to satisfy your need, and you got interrupted by the Farlanders too. Where were you before you went to the graveyard?”

“What?” I gasp. The sudden shift in his line of questioning throws me off a little, but I’m more focused on what his finger is doing between my legs than the questions he’s asking me. I’m so close now. So very, very close.

“I said: where did you go before you went to the graveyard?”

“Nowhere.”

Again, Brik’s finger moves away from my clitoris, and again my release is denied, but this time the denial is even more painful. Were it not for the drops of water showering me from above, I swear my body would burst into flames.

“You must have been somewhere,” Brik says with a snarl. The sound is intended to intimidate, but it only serves to heighten my desire. “Tell me where you were, omega, and don’t you dare lie to me. I’ll know if you’re lying.”

His warning is pointless. My mind is in no state for concocting lies.