Page 36 of Ruined Omega

“Oh God!” I cry. “What are you doing?”

My breasts spill out, glowing in the soft candlelight. My nipples are tingling and erect, just begging to be squeezed and sucked.

“You know what I’m doing, omega.”

Baen leans over me, and touches my breasts, which disappear beneath his massive, Alpha palms. He kneads and massages my soft flesh, sending tingles and chills all through my body.

“No, please…”

I squirm and struggle beneath him, but it’s no use. My body is still too weak from my ordeal on the rainy highway. Even if I were at full strength, I would be no match for a savage Alpha of the Zone.

“Yes,” Baen rumbles.

He dips his face to my chest. His warm, soft lips—perhaps the only thing soft about him—wrap around my stiff nipple and suck, first gently, then extremely hard, swelling my sensitive bud with blood.

“Oh God,” I moan beneath. “Baen, please…”

He switches his attention to my other breast, leaving the first to be cooled by the air. His lips close over me, tongue swirling, teeth nipping and scratching deliciously.

My tummy twitches as I feel his hand sliding down my belly. The pulse of need is growing stronger inside me. The waves of heat are coming in steady intervals.

I have to do something soon. I have to resist.

“Baen stop,” I cry. “I can’t do this.”

I press my hands against the hard, striated muscles of his chest in a futile effort to shove him away from me.

His hand delves between my open thighs. His fingers touch my sensitive places, stroking me through the wet lace of my panties.

“Yes, you can,” Baen purrs. “And you must. You have no choice. You’re in heat.”

The thick pad of his middle finger caresses up and down the crotch of my panties, tracing the groove of my parting. Automatically, traitorously, my hips buck and roll, trying to hump his hand.

“I’m not in heat.”

The sound of my own voice shocks me. It’s not my usual, mousy whimper that I hate so much, but a defiant snarl.

Above me, Baen grins. His sharp fangs catch the golden light of the candles.

“Not in heat?” he laughs. “Taste it for yourself if you don’t believe me.”

His hand moves away from my crotch and rises to my face. He runs his wet fingertip along my bottom lip until my mouth opens. Then he slides his finger inside. Instinctively, my lips wrap around him and my tongue flickers over his skin.

He’s right. I can taste it. I can taste myself on his fingers. I can taste my own arousal, raw and tangy and hot.

Oh God, is it really too late already? Am I already a full-blown omega?

Baen slides his finger in and out, gently finger-fucking my lips as I continue to suck him. I’m unable to quit, unable to take my eyes away from his intense glare of lust.

“By the Source, you’re beautiful,” he grunts. “You’re the most beautiful omega I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to watch you writhe and come on my fingers.”

His digit slips from my lips with a wet smack. Once more, he touches me down below. His fingertip teases back the edge of my panties.

He touches my outer lips. My inner.

“You need this don’t you?” he purrs. “You need me to touch you inside.”

To my dismay, I find myself nodding wordlessly.