Page 33 of Marked Omega

“I only want to protect you.”

“Really?” I ask. “Because it kinda looks like you want to eat me alive.”

Addom’s grin gets bigger, and his nostrils flare as he scents me. I suddenly realize the unintended double meaning of what I just said, and I try to change the subject.

“Besides, it’s not like I’m totally helpless.”

Addom snorts.

I choke back a moan as he lowers me and the hardened bud between my legs rubs all down the ripples of his front, eliciting echoes of the multiple orgasms that I experienced the night before under Hasker’s skilled tongue and fingers.

Then I squeal as something long and hard thumps me right between the legs. It seems that erection of his has not abated on its own. If anything, it seems even harder. And now that I can feel it touching me, I’m even more certain that there’s no way it could fit inside my hole.

God, I wish it could though, as shameful as that is to admit.

I bite my lip and suppress a whine as Addom slowly rocks his hips, stroking the top of his shaft along the groove of my parting while his strong hands knead my tushy, his fingers coming dangerously close to my rear hole.

“Not helpless?” Addom growls. “Omega, you don’t even know how to swim. You’re as helpless as a newborn fawn.”

I struggle against his grip, but he’s too strong. But instead of forcing himself on me as I expect, Addom turns my body.

“Here, I’ll show you, little omega.”

He swims while supporting my body, and I try to mimic his movements, kicking my legs and stroking my arms, but my movements are far less graceful than his.

“You know, I’d really appreciate it if you would stop calling me ‘little omega.’ As I already told you, my name is Lily.”

He leads me to the edge of the waterfall—a sheet of sparkling water splashing into the pool and raising a fine mist that twinkles in the sunlight. Addom supports me as the water splashes over me like a shower. The water is cool and refreshing, and it feels good to wash away the sweat and grime of the previous day.

“Tell me, Lily,” Addom says, using my name for the first time. “How did it come to be that you don’t know how to swim? Are all outsiders this way?”

Outsiders. I’ve never thought of myself that way before.

“No,” I say as I pull back my hair to rinse it in the splashing waterfall. “Soldiers learn how to swim. And I’ve heard some of the aristocrats have special pools for swimming inside their homes. But I’ve never seen those. They live on the upper tiers of the hive.”

I let the pure water splash over my face and down my chest.

“But it’s true that most outsiders cannot?”

I’m finally starting to get used to Addom’s unique accent, so I can understand him more easily. I rest my hands on the hard slabs of his shoulders.

“The water in the hives isn’t like it is here,” I tell him. “There are canals in the lower levels, but they aren’t safe to swim in. The water is filled with poison and disease.”

Addom nods solemnly.

“They say it was once the same way here,” he says, “in the time of the old ones.”

“Before the cataclysm?”

Addom’s brow furrows, and he gives me a quizzical look.

“Cata…kizem? I do not know this word.”

“Cata-clysm,” I say slowly. “It means when something bad happens. Something big and terrible.”

Addom shakes his head.

“The water became clean and life returned to the soil and the trees. Is that terrible? Meanwhile you live in a crowded hive with poison canals? You outsiders see things in a strange way.”