Halley Sparks is the Omega who’s going to save the mother-fracking Demi-human race.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Halley
Shade is kissing me dizzy against the training room wall. His thigh presses between mine, applying just the right amount of delicious pressure.
We had another successful Omega Command training session this morning, and this is my reward.
It’s a wildly effective motivator.
“You clever, clever girl,” he whispers against my lips. “I knew you had it in you. Knew you were something special from the start.”
I preen under his praise.
Lately, I feel hungry for it. Almost feverish in my need to please and be told just how good I am by the Pack.
The simplest “well done” can leave me a wet, gasping mess.
Everlyn was right. My pheromones are hovering in thehorny-all-the-timezone, and it’s only a matter of time until my heat comes.
Just this morning I woke up grinding against Blaze’s cock, whimpering and begging for his fingers in my cunt.
It’s not like the Pack is complaining.
Well, maybe Shade is a little exasperated by how fixated I am on his piercings.
I shudder as my tongue flicks over the metal ball, remembering how the tongue piercing felt teasing my clit only hours earlier.
I’m not shy about public displays of affection anymore either. My Omega has shut off the part of my brain that feels shame over my sexuality. As long as no one can see my bits, I don’t care who is around. If I want my Pack Beta to kiss me silly, then I’m not waiting for the privacy of my nest.
I try not to wear them out, and they get breaks when they have guard duty. But sometimes I think Viper purposefully locks me on his knot so I have to sit still, blissed out and cock-drunk, so the others have time to sleep.
I haven’t let Blaze penetrate me with his cock yet. I’m not sure what’s holding me back, but a part of me still isn’t convinced he’s forgiven me for leaving. That doesn’t stop him from using his fingers and mouth. Nope. He’s very talented with both.
I push against Shade’s thigh, chasing that delicious spark of heat in my core as I moan into his mouth.
If I can just get my pants off…
I need his cock.
I needsomethingto soothe the emptiness throbbing inside.
My inner Omega is restless, pacing with growing frustration.
Rut, breed, fuck.
My clit is throbbing, and my pulse racing.
“Please, Shade,” I whine, grinding down on his thigh again, fumbling with his belt. “I just need— please,uh. I gotta.”
Ireallywouldn’t care if the whole fortress walked in on us right now. If they saw how I’m begging my Beta.
Shade intercepts my hands, holding them between us and squeezing. “Hang on, sweet thing. There’s no rush.”
But there is.
Why can’t he understand that there is something inside of me that isaccelerating?
