“We have books,” Ink offers.
“Of course,” I say, not wanting to have insulted them, “But I can’t read them.” I shrug.
“I made sure we had a few pairs of translator lenses,” she frowns, studying my face. “They should fit over your vision correction device.”
Wait, what?
But before I can ask, Zilas turns and digs in a drawer. “Ah, here they are!” He holds out a pair of black framed glasses with thick lenses, looking straight from the 70s. I take them gingerly.
“I’ll be able to read books in your language?” I ask, shocked and amazed.
“Yes,” Ink answers, “and we could use them to read in yours. They are programmed for any species’ language that Celnoe has encountered.”
“Wow,” I whisper, turning them over in my hand.Magic glasses.
I definitely made the right decision to leave Earth.But at that, the other thought that had been gnawing at me comes back.
I rush it out before I lose my nerve. “CouldIgetacat?” I take a deep breath, trying to relax. “I’ve always wanted one but my apartment didn’t allow pets and...” I trail off, about to say I’ll take care of it myself, like I was a ten-year-old begging his parents.
Azane enters the room, her hand landing on my lower back. “A cat? Hmm. Ink does not like animals.”
Inken glares at Azane.
“Oh, it’s fine, of course,” I hurriedly say, waving my hand.
“Done eating?” Azane asks.
I nod.
“Good, because I want a bigger trainer in your ass. I’m dying to fuck you.”
My face heats and my cock twitches in its cage.
“Drop your pants and bend over the table,” Ink commands.
“Here?” I squeak.
“Oh yes. Right here, over our dining table. Your body is mine wherever I want it, omega.”
I stand, untying my trousers. When they fall and my caged cock comes into view, I squeeze my eyes shut. My skin heats, embarrassment dropping through me. Both my alphas purr, however, as Zilas clears the table.
I walk to the end and bend over it, raising up a bit on my toes to do so. Zilas sits again, near my face and his tail touches my back.
Inken pulls the trainer out with no warning. I gasp, thighs parting more in response to her.
Azane’s hand strokes my hip. “Here’s a fresh lubricant packet,” she murmurs in her husky voice as something small enters me.
“How’s that cute little cock?” she asks, hand dropping to cup my cage. I moan and thrust into her touch without meaning to.
She chuckles. “Dripping already. Poor needy omega. Are your hormones awakening now that you’ve been exposed to your alphas’ scents?”
As Inken presses the large trainer against me, I recall that bit of the packet I read. That human omegas needed to be around alphas for their biology to kick in.
I moan, twitching, as the huge thing is stuffed up my ass.
“Good boy, omega,” Zilas rumbles.
Ink works the big thing in and out of me. It’s slick and smooth, the head blunt, the base widening.
