She huffed, still bratty, but didn’t turn around again.
"Good girl."
Killian's gloved hands drifted between her legs, moving in circles against her sensitive bundle of nerves as moans left her lips.
I lined the silicone device up with her entrance and started pushing it in slowly. Her body tensed and then she let out a shaky exhale, signaling her quiet surrender. I paused when it was halfway inside her, but continued when I noticed her grind down on its length.
"Just like that." I reassured her, "You're doing so well, baby."
The combination of being stretched with the silicone device, and Killian rubbing her sensitive bundle of nerves made her orgasm quickly, and within only a few minutes she had already filled two of the containers.
"Almost done, one more to go. Cum for us one more time, Rowan."
She ground herself against the bulge, which I had kept just outside of her entrance.
"I can't, Cade!" she snapped, frustration giving way. "My body won't orgasm again. I need more."
"Okay, I'm going to put this further in. It's wide, like a knot. Tell me if it's too much, okay?"
I pressed the faux knot against her entrance and turned on the vibrations. She responded instantly, choking on a noise that was half moan, half plea. Her words were no longer coherent as the knot entered her, and she orgasmed for the last time, filling the final container with slick.
She sagged in Killian's arms, drained and overstimulated as I carefully removed the device from her body, trying not to hurt her. My brother kissed her temple, wrapping his arms around her.
"You okay, Crane?" he whispered softly to her.
"Yeah, I am… I just… I want to go home," she responded, leaningagainst him as he stood upright.
When Rowan called the dormitoryhome, the word landed warm and solid in my chest. Then reality followed close behind it. She had just come out of a situation I could not control, one that proved how exposed she still was within New Arca. The satisfaction faded into something heavier.
Home was supposed to be more than walls and a bed. For an omega, it was a place to nest, to settle comfortably without fear, and to one day raise pups within the safety of a pack. A placewhere instincts were not a liability.
New Arca could never be that. Not when its rules and surveillance leashed all of us. It was only a matter of time before this place stopped feeling like home. Her safety was fragile and depended on secrets staying buried.
If Command found out, they would take her from our unit. From the small, fragile sense of belonging she had just started to claim. There would be no arguing rank or protocol, no quiet favors pulled behind closed doors. Command would reclassify and reduce Rowan to a clearance level and a file number. An experiment to be contained and studied. There would be no freedom after that, no life that was truly her own.
I would not let anyone take that from her.
"Get her dressed and take her back to the dorm," I instructed him. "Fuck the other samples. Just leave, don't talk to anyone else. I'll handle the rest."
Killian nodded, helping her to pull her clothes on gently before cradling her in his arms and whisking her away.
The door clicked shut behind me, and the moment she was out of earshot, the control I had been clinging to all morning thinned into something brittle.
I took a slow breath, steady but sharp, and carried the sealed containers to the counter where Zolkos had instructed us to leave them.
He was already returning, clipboard in hand, expression unreadable as always. He paused in the doorway when he saw only me still there.
"Captain Cade, where is Omega Mills?" he said evenly. "Are the samples complete?"
"The slick samples, yes," I said. "And I hope you got exactly what you needed."
I stepped closer.
"Because she will not be doing that again."
Zolkos blinked once, mechanically processing. "If additional data is required—"
"It will not be," I said, voice dropping low. "You pushed your boundaries today. Do not test them again."
