Page 33 of Ruined Omega

“Be still,” he commands firmly. Then in a softer, purring voice he adds. “Do not be afraid. I want to help you, Hines. I must warm your body.”

And warm my body he does. My cold flesh and muscles seem to melt under the heat of his palm and the soft friction of his rubbing. I relax deeper into the primitive cushion of my nest, unable to resist if I tried.

“Does that feel good?” he purrs.

I find myself nodding in affirmation.

Baen’s warm hand draws widening ovals over my ribs and down below my navel. With each upward pass, my nipples tingle with renewed life and anticipation. And with each downward swipe, my other sensitive bud awakens beneath my panties.

He is bringing me back to life with his touch and his warmth. I can feel it radiating off his lean, half-naked body like a furnace. Soon my whole body is tingling with life and heat.

I catch my thighs falling open of their own accord.

“Good,” Baen rumbles softly. “Good...”

I gasp as the muscles of my deep core suddenly spasm inside me. They clench tightly and relax. A strange ticklish feeling that ebbs and flows.

In the back of my mind, I know that my arousal is inappropriate, but I’m too weak to resist.

My nipples are now fully awake, and they are aching to be touched. I whimper as Baen teases one of his fingers inside my bra, feeling how turned on I am. A wave of hot shame surges up my neck and floods my cheeks.

This is so wrong.

Why do I want this?

Why now?

His raw, filthy, animal scent saturates me, seems to soak into my pores. It is not one smell, but a mixture, wafting from different places on his body. From beneath his sinuous arms. From beneath his rising leather loincloth. God, I want to see what’s under there so bad.

Another spasm of desire clenches in my guts. My core flutters. I’m acutely aware of a hollowness inside me, like an empty stomach, but lower down. An emptiness that desperately needs filling. It pangs like a hunger, and a desperate, needy sob slips from my lips.

“Good,” Baen repeats. His hand traces lower, smoothing over my quivering inner thigh and heading for my pulsing center. “Good omega...”

“What?”

I’ve suddenly found my voice again, and my shouted question is like a gunshot in this enclosed space. Even the savage Alpha flinches back ever so slightly. I shift my weight away from him, pressing back into the side of the nest, which now feels more like a trap than a bed. A very comfortable trap.

“What did you call me?” I rasp.

Baen gives me a perplexed look and moves closer. “Omega. I called you omega because that is what you are becoming.”

The wings of his pierced nose flare as he inhales, drinking in my scent.

“You are changing, Hines. I can smell it.”

My heart skips as I finally realize what is going on. My brain was too addled and tired and…distracted to see it. But that dark tunnel from my feverish half-memories—the one that Baen carried me through—that must have been a tunnel under the Quarantine Wall. That means we are inside the Zone now.

And without protection, I’m mutating, becoming an omega just as Taliesin said I would.

My body is descending into estrus.

I’m going into heat.

“No,” I mutter, shaking my head and swinging my still damp hair. “No I can’t—“

Another muscle spasm wriggles through my insides, even more intense than before. A sickening, shameful desire. My panties are already moist from the rain, but now another, warmer sensation of wetness blossoms down there too. Something slippery exuding from between my legs.

The way that Baen’s nose twitches tells me that he smells it all too well.