Page 38 of Shared Omega

Instantly my pulse quickens even more from its already increased rate, and my cock goes ramrod straight beneath my loincloth, dribbling precum down my thigh.

She is standing before me, peering in through the shattered wall, raising one arm to shield her eyes against the flood of sunlight.

“Dog?”

She is like no omega I have ever seen.

Her hair is blond, so pale that it’s almost white. But it is not long and flowing like the females of our people. Instead her hair is cut short like a boy’s, and it shows the perfect, delicate shape of her skull. Her blue eyes, set above her lightly freckled cheeks are squinting against the light.

But her face shows no sign of fear. Anxiety, perhaps. Concern. But not fear.

Time seems to slow to a crawl as my eyes trail down her naked body, taking in the swell of heaving breasts with their pink peaks, and lower still to the small thatch of wheat-blond fur between her legs. She’s not completely nude, however. Around her neck, she wears a steel necklace with a pair of flat tabs, and her feet are shod in a pair of black boots, the leather and stitching of which are too straight and perfect to have been made by hand.

I’ve seen boots like those just last night.

The dead Outsider was wearing them.

This omega is an Outsider?

Operating on sheer instinctual lust, my body moves toward her. She bares her white teeth at me and hisses like a cornered cat. Something glints in the light, and I see that she has a knife in one hand.

I grin.

An Outsider and a warrior. This little omega is truly full of surprises.

Her resistance does little to abate the stiffness of my cock. If anything, it just makes it painfully harder. It will not be satisfied until it has plunged deep inside of her and knotted her tight little omega cunt.

“Stay back,” she threatens, pronouncing the words with a strange, Outsider accent that I can barely understand.

She raises her other hand, and I see that she’s carrying a second weapon. I’ve never seen a weapon like this before, but I’ve heard about such things. It’s an Outsider weapon called a gun. It doesn’t look particularly dangerous to me.

There is a little black hole in one end, and she points that straight at my chest.

“Stay back,” she repeats. “I’ll shoot.”

“Easy, little one,” I purr, taking another step toward her.

She snarls at me, but the sound of my purring sends a change through her body. Her pupils dilate, the rosy buds of her nipples grow taut, and her knees wobble with weakness. And most of all, more of that heat-scent exudes from her sweet, wet slit, signalling her desperate need for a hard Alpha knot and a cuntfull of seed.

A thunderous roar snaps me out of my lust.

Shit, the tempting little omega had me so entranced, that I completely forgot about the enemy Alpha right here in this very room.

Powerful arms coil around my upper body from behind, pinning my arms and compressing my ribs to the point of cracking.

I swing my head backward, and my skull connects with the Alpha’s nose.

He stumbles backward, but doesn’t loosen his grip.

My breath is shallow, lungs unable to expand.

I strike again with another head butt and another.

This only enrages the Alpha more. He roars, and my feet lift off the rotting floorboards. The room whirls around me as my opponent hefts me backwards, slamming me to the floor with a bone-crushing suplex.

The floor is what saves me. The ancient boards sag under our weight, absorbing the impact.

We roll, and the Alpha ends up on top, pummelling me. His lip and chin are streaked red with blood flowing from his nose.