Chapter Sixteen
Zallan
“Zallan, this will work!” my little omega pleads, “Trust me!”
I grin down at her, though I dearly wish she was begging for cock. But my smile is genuine.
“Given your background, and the way you’ve been in the library for two days straight, I believe you, wedari. The problem is the paperwork. Bringing in an off-planet species... oof.” I grimace.
“Oh, pfft, have you ever attempted to get student loan forgiveness? You have no idea the hoops I jumped through. No way alien red-tape can be as bad. I’ll handle it, just get me the forms.” She looks utterly confident and self-assured.
As she had walking through an alien forest, I recall, on our way to the town square.
I beam at her and lean down to kiss her. She smiles again, her arms going around my neck. “Please, alpha?” She whispers.
I growl, my cock hardening at those words from my gorgeous omega’s plush lips.
“Of course,” I mutter, incapable of denying her.
Anything that makes my omega this happy will happen.
She squeals and pulls away, a huge grin on her face. She kisses me again. “Thank you!”
She spins and runs from the main room, headed who-knows-where.
I grin harder and grab my handheld to get the paperwork for dealing with the Office of Alien Integration.
WHEN I ENTER THE KITCHEN for lunch, I’m holding a packet for Libby to fill out.
She’s kneeling in front of Ryson, sucking his cock for all she’s worth. We’ve been training her to give us release regularly.
“That’s it, my dear. What a good omega, so hungry for her alpha’s cocks.” He gently holds her hair back.
He has figured out the key to her obedience, thankfully, for I was getting a bit worried about their interactions. But they are getting on fine now, with him focused on firm, calm commands and copious praise.
Elizabeth pops off his cock audibly, leaning back onto her heels. “Please,” she says, eyelids fluttering, “Please, when can I be fucked?”
All of us laugh but when she whines and her scent increases, Nara puts down the fruit he was slicing. He walks around and lays a hand on her forehead. He frowns and kneels next to her, hand going between her thighs, which she spreads meekly. She’s well-adjusted to being touched by us.
Nara looks up. “I think she’s in pre-heat.”
Libby’s hands have grabbed Nara’s arm, still between her legs, and she is working herself on him.
I raise my brows as a thousand things run through my mind.
“Are we prepared? Do we have plugs? Extra lubrication, since we’ve seen no true slick from her? Easy food and powdered protein for drinks?”
Ry is now on the ground with Elizabeth and Nara. They’ve encouraged her onto her hands and knees, and her eyes are closed as Ry licks her from behind.
“Yes, all those things, aleron,” Nara answers evenly.
Wells adds, “And spare blankets and sheets for the nest.” His hand lands on my shoulder. “We’re as prepared as we can be.”
I still feel an edge of franticness and I cross to them, where Elizabeth is about to release. As she whines, hips rocking, I kneel down. As I place my hand upon her back, my nerves settle. Omegas help alphas just as much as we help them. We’ll get through this.
Wells reminds me kindly, “A few orgasms and she’ll be coherent again, for a bit.”
Nara cups her face as she finishes on Ry’s tongue. He mutters, looking to me and Wells, “We need to get her approval for full bonding then.”
I nod. She’ll give it. Won’t she?
ELIZABETH LAYS ON HER back on the kitchen floor, panting.
We all took turns eating her to a release.
And by that I mean, ours. She finished several times before we painted the floor with our seed, so turned on from our omega’s scent and pleasure that we simply finished. Her rubbing our horns was just a bonus.
“Jesus,” she mutters.
Wells returns with a glass of water for her.
“Does not translate,” Ry responds.
“It’s like another way of saying ‘holy shit.’” She sits up, taking the water and downing it.
“Is that what my heat is going to be like? Except with me finally getting dick?”
We all chuckle. Our poor, hungry little omega.
“Yes,” I say, shrugging, “But we’ll feed that pretty pink pussy our cocks, one after the other.”
She wrinkles her nose. “I felt... insensible, almost. Like I was there, but everything was fuzzy.”
Nara sits up and rubs her back. “Could you have communicated your needs?” He looks a bit worried.
She shakes her head, raising her shoulders. “I don’t know, honestly.” Her eyes turn to each of us slowly. “But I trust you all to take care of me.”
Purrs erupt from us all and her eyes close momentarily.
“Shit,” she mutters, “Everything feels... more. How long until I’m a total wreck again?”
Ry kisses her nose. “A gorgeous wreck.”
Wells answers, “Not sure, within the day. Your heat will probably hit tomorrow sometime.”
I nod, “I’ll set up my auto-responder. And one of us will be with you at all times.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Aren’t you supposed to be on vacation, anyway?”
My pack mates laugh as I purse my lips and look away.
Elizabeth stands and I jump to my feet, to make sure she’s steady. She whimpers a little, and her hands go to her harness strap around her waist. “I don’t like this. I want it off,” she says petulantly.
“It’s the heat, baby,” Wells says quietly, standing as well. “Nothing is gonna feel good on your skin but us.”
“We can’t take them out, sweetheart. Certainly not now, this close to your heat.” Nara frowns, adding “I’m sorry, omega.”
Libby shakes herself and sighs. “Alright.” She turns to me, leaning her head against my chest. “Where’s that red tape? I’m gonna bang out these forms and get them sent to Fohux.”
I furrow my brow, thinking. “The omega at the Center? The... one with four arms?” I was about to give his species name but she might not know that.
“Yes, he gave me his comm chip. We chatted yesterday. One of his alphas works in the office next door to Alien Integration. Fohux is gonna get him to hand-deliver the papers.”
I blink in surprise. My sneaky little omega.
I grin. A little “knowing someone who knows someone” always helps, in business or government nonsense.