Page 20 of Bad Omega

When Knar bit my neck earlier, he was leaving his mark on me. It is the first step in the binding process that joins an omega to her mates. In the days to come, my alphas will take me to the Central Ruins for the ceremony. Then Bjor and Renn will put their marks on me as well.

They’re going to make an honest omega out of me.

The mark that Knar gave me is a mark of flesh, but the bond runs so much deeper. Our souls are joined now, united by the power of the Source. Even when we are apart, we will always be able to find each other with our mate-sense.

Like now, for example.

Moving quietly, I make my way around to the other side of the tower. Even in the relative darkness, it only takes me a moment to find him, standing at the edge of the woods. My pack leader. My mate.

He is not alone. Someone else is down there with him. Another alpha. I don’t recognize his scent, but the voice sounds oddly familiar.

“…took us all evening to wash that foul-smelling shit from our bodies. Don’t even want to know where you found the recipe, Knar. If I’d known it was going to smell that bad, I would have charged you double.”

No. No way. It can’t be…

“Too late for that,” Knar says, holding up the bundle he’s carrying. “Twelve spears, just as we agreed.”

“Fine.”

The alpha’s voice is not as gravelly as it was earlier today, when he was pretending to be a Farlander. But it’s him all right, no doubt about it.

Knar starts to hand over the spears, then pauses.

“You know,” he says. “I ought to break your fucking jaw for cutting her top open like that.”

The other alpha lifts his hands in a gesture of mock surrender.

“Easy, Knar. No need for that. You told me not to lay a hand on her, and I didn’t. Besides, she already did a number on my poor old balls. I’ll be lucky to sire any more pups after a kick like that.”

Knar just grunts. He shoves the bundle of spears into the other alpha’s hands.

“Here’s your payment.”

“Thank you, brother. Your spears are prized throughout the Zone. These will serve us very well indeed.”

He slings the bundle over his shoulder.

“And what about you, Knar? Did you get what you wanted…?”

A pair of powerful arms enfold me from behind. Renn, of course. He’s the only one who could sneak up on me like that, quiet as a thief. His hard muscles feel warm and smooth against my bare back. His lips brush my ear.

“You know,” he whispers, “alphas can play games too…”

He kisses the place where Knar marked me.

“…and we play for keeps.”

Strong hands cup my breasts, stroking my taut nipples. His erection is stiff and hot against my bare skin. I don’t even try to put up a fight as he drags me back inside.

By the time Knar returns a few minutes later, I am spread out on my back in the middle of the nest. The other two alphas lounge on either side of me, kissing my breasts and toying with my pussy. Renn is rubbing my clitoris in tight little circles while Bjor thrusts his middle finger deep inside, stroking that tender spot on my front wall. They’ve already made me come several times, and the furs are soaked with my arousal. For a while, Knar just stands in the doorway watching us, his eyes glowing with predatory hunger as his brethren prepare me for another round of mating. Then he comes to join us.

I don’t ask what he was doing outside, or mention everything I just overheard. I don’t tell him he’s a bad alpha for tricking me, nor do I whisper that he really didn’t need to go to all that trouble. I don’t say anything at all. I just open myself for him as wide as I can and take his perfect, pierced cock as deep as it will go.

And when at last he gives me his knot, I take that too, with a tremble and a broken cry.

EPILOGUE

The Central Ruins.