Page 80 of Desperate Omega

Right where all the Farlanders can watch me.

And watch me they do. Some of them are crouching in the big corridor outside, their eyes blazing in torchlight. Others are standing or sitting on the walkways of the upper levels, leaning against the railings or letting their legs dangle over the edge. Because I am marked, my heat-scent is not driving them into a mating frenzy, but they can still see my naked body, my bare skin dripping with sweat. Some of them make lewd gestures at me with their tongues. Others have removed their loincloths so they can stroke themselves. I look away in disgust.

“What’s the matter?” Delphine says with laughter in her voice. “Don’t you want a nice, hard alpha cock inside you? It’s the only way to end your suffering.”

I ignore her.

I try to ignore my heat too, but I can’t. With each hour that passes, it grows stronger. Need twists my insides. Goosebumps welter across my naked skin. Slick oozes out from between my legs until I’m sitting in a puddle of my own wet leakage.

It must be sometime after midnight when I start to touch myself.

I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. I need a release so badly, I feel like I’ll die without it.

I slouch against the wall and open my legs. On the other side of the bars, the Farlanders erupt with howls and laughter. Some of them hurl insults at me. They call me a whore. They taunt me with offers I want no part of.

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to block everything out.

My hand snakes down between my legs, and I glide my fingertips over my pussy. My lips are swollen and throbbing with need. My skin is soaked with a mixture of sweat and arousal. My hips buck and twitch in response to my own touch.

Desperate sounds tumble from my mouth.

And the Farlanders roar with excitement.

This is exactly what Delphine wants. To shame me. To humiliate me. To make me degrade myself in front of these slobbering beasts. I hate it, but I can’t help myself. I need to come so bad it hurts.

I lie back on the floor and spread my legs even wider.

Drawing back the hood of skin surrounding my clitoris, I expose that aching nub to the humid air and glaring eyes. One touch is enough to send hot sparks of pleasure spiraling deep into my core. I writhe and moan as I rub myself even harder.

“You’re putting on quite a show,” Delphine chuckles. “But your own fingers can’t save you from your heat. I thought you would know that by now.”

Shut up! I think. Shut up!

She’s right though. As much as I hate to admit it, she is right. I come a dozen times or more, but it does nothing to diminish my heat. It only makes things worse.

But I can’t stop.

I can’t stop.

The next time I open my eyes, the torches have all been put out, and sunlight is streaming in through the window at the back of the cell. There’s sunlight out in the main part of the prison too, illuminating Thorus’s battered frame and all the ugly Farlanders who have been watching me touch myself.

Delphine is there too, still smiling. I bet she hasn’t stepped away from my cell all night. She doesn’t want to miss even one moment of my torment.

And it is torment.

I lie on the floor of the cell, shuddering, naked, weak. My throat feels as dry as sand. I want to cry, but I’m too dehydrated for tears.

I try to search my feelings for Markus, try to sense if he is near yet, but I can’t feel him. My heat is too intense. It leaves no room in my mind for anything else.

“I’m impressed,” Delphine’s voice calls to me from beyond the bars of my cell. “I didn’t think you would be able to last this long. But you can’t last forever, omega.”

She’s right. I can’t.

But I don’t have to hold out forever. Only until Markus gets here. Source, I wish I knew where he was. I wish I could feel him. At least then I would know how much longer I have to endure.

I can’t feel him, though. All I can feel is my heat. My need. My agony.

I want to touch myself again, but I know it will only make matters worse, so I ball my hands into fists at my sides and hold them there.