Page 18 of Marked Omega

I mutter and gurgle, my lips unable to form words. Kadmon gathers my shivering, naked body in his arms, and I curl up against his hard muscles, absorbing his extraordinary body heat.

The hard metal of his nipple ring brushes against me, giving me a sexy tingle.

He mutters things that I don’t understand, but the deep masculine purr of his voice lulls me. I feel happy and sated. Completely fulfilled and completely empty.

When I shift my butt, his iron hard cock prods me and he grunts. That massive member is still concealed beneath his primitive clothing, but even through the coarse furs I can feel the hardness of him, and the incredible heat.

Without thinking, I reach down and grip his fur-bound shaft. I stroke him softly, wondering at his length and girth.

He groans, but gently pulls my hand aside.

I look at him in surprise.

These men have me here alone, naked, and totally helpless. They could easily overpower me should I try to fight or flee. Hell, they could overpower a grizzly bear, let alone a nerdy research assistant who spends half her life with her nose pressed to a flickering computer screen.

“You aren’t…you aren’t going to fuck me?” I ask.

Even I’m not sure if that lilt in my voice is from surprise or disappointment.

“No,” Kadmon says simply.

He plucks a stray lock from my cheek and sets it behind my ear with the others. He speaks slowly and clearly so that I can comprehend.

“Addom is the one who found you. And he is our pack master. You belong to him now. You are his to claim by right. But Hasker and I will care for you until he wakes from the outsider’s poison.”

Claim? Belong? I don’t know how I feel about those words, but I’m too weak and tired to argue about it now.

Kadmon pets me, smoothing my hair with his gentle palms. I saw him kill with those hands. Just hours earlier, I saw him kill.

And that’s when I remember what happened to Sara.

The troopers killed her. They exposed her to the omega contamination. They turned her into a slavering beta. And when she served no purpose for them, they put a bullet through her heart without so much as blinking an eye. And I know that the same thing must have happened to my friend Eva.

These Alphas who are holding me captive now may be animals. But those men who killed Sara are something much worse.

They are human.

“Don’t cry, little omega,” Kadmon says when he sees that I’m crying.

“Stop calling me that,” I say. “My name is Lily.”

He gently thumbs away the fat tears rolling down my cheeks. My eyes ache. My mouth is bitter from crying. Kadmon holds me firmly and I clutch his body, grateful to have someone, anyone, to hold on to.

“Lily,” he says in a hushed voice. “What’s the matter?”

I sniff back my tears and rub my nose.

“Sara,” I tell him, trying to keep my voice from cracking so he can understand me. “The other woman. They killed her.”

His brow knits with confusion, and I think that he has not understood my words, but then realization blooms on his face.

“The woman chained to the tree with you?” he asks. “The mindless one?”

“She wasn’t mindless,” I tell him. “She wasn’t like that before. She was a normal woman before. No, not normal. She was really bright, and she worked hard, and she was a good person. She only became a beta because they exposed her to the omega contamination.”

I can tell he’s struggling to follow what I’m saying. They have different terms on this side of the wall. But he gets the gist of it.

“This woman. Sara. She was your friend.”