Chapter Fifteen
Atiox
The next starrise, I wake to thunderous rain.
I blink and stretch as I realize that Ziam is already out of my bed. I smile, happy to have him bonding with Octavia. I am dearly hoping she might invite us into her nest today.
A banging drifting up from the front door has Lux out of bed. She’s wearing only her underwear, small breasts free, as she stalks out of the room angrily. She has never responded well to drop-in visitors.
Suddenly, I realize what the intrusion is. “Shit, Lux!” I call as I jump out of bed and head after her. “It’s a transport pod.”
She slows as Ziam, trailed by a bewildered-looking Octavia, steps out of the kitchen. I feel a pang that my omega will no longer need to wear my clothes.
As I head down the staircase, I offer, “I informed the Concord office that if a human omega manual wasn’t here this morning, I would be arriving in person this afternoon, and that no one wanted that.”
I catch up to my pack in the entry hall. “And I ordered Octavia some clothes of her own as well. I am hoping they sent it all in one pod.”
Lux runs a hand through her silky, blue hair, and I catch Octavia staring at her breasts. I look away to hide my smirk.
Ziam tugs the door open, and sure enough, a small transport pod floats. I step forward and place my hand upon it, causing the lid to swing open. I grab both the manual and the wrapped package. Ziam taps a few buttons, sending it ‘home’ as I turn to Octavia.
“Here,” I say, handing her the large, slender book with ‘Endral Omega’ on the front.
“This will hopefully help you become accustomed to our ways. Please let us know if you have any questions. About anything.” My mind jumps to the body diagrams our manuals included, hoping that her manual will teach Octavia about our knots.
“And here,” I continue, offering the package wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. “I was unsure of what you prefer, so I asked the alerons with human omegas what their omegas wear.”
She looks at me, a tiny smile lighting up her entire face. “Thank you, Atiox. Can I go try them on now?”
I frown, and reach out. Slowly. Very slowly, in case she says ‘no’ or pulls away. But she doesn’t, so I rest my hands on her shoulders. “Wedari, you don’t need to ask.”
She blinks rapidly, eyes dropping. After a sniff, she says, “What’s ‘wedari’ mean? It doesn’t translate.”
Lux grins. “Roughly, little ruler of my heart. It’s reserved for packmates that are dear to us. Usually only omegas, since it has an aspect of spoiling or caretaking to it.”
Octavia lets out a giggle. “So... pampered princess?” Her brown eyes sparkle as she looks between us.
We nod, smiling down at her.
OCTAVIA HEADS TO HER room. We head to the kitchen to finish the coffee she and Ziam had been in the middle of making when the pod arrived.
“Show me, please, Zee,” I say, nodding to the coffee equipment. He grins and starts his lecture.
I’VE BEEN USING MY handheld to communicate with the others that are working on the exploratory council regarding our omega rate.
When I realize how late it is, I stand and stretch.
I had shooed the rest of the pack to bed a few spans ago.
Before I head up, I throw some more wood in the fireplace, having noted that Octavia seems to prefer it warmer.
When I get to the second floor, however, something catches my nostrils. I stop in my tracks. It’s the scent of my omega. The scent of my omega’s wet and ready pussy. My cock hardens instantly.
Oh, Zatura, is she in heat? Panic courses through me. I quickly take the stairs to the nest. I open her door, striding in as fear squeezes my chest. She is not ready.
Octavia, under the covers of the nest, squeaks. “What are you doing here?” Her face is bright pink in the candlelight.
“Are you in heat?” I ask, stepping forward.
“Stop!” she blurts. “No, I’m not, I’m... just...”
I freeze as she had asked. I wait but no further explanation comes. I inhale again even as I eye the outline of her plush body under the blanket.
And then, I realize. She is giving herself release.
I bite down a snarl. I want my omega to come to me when she needs an orgasm. I have many I intend to give her.
But again, I think to myself how we’re doing this our way.
I take an exaggerated step backward as I begin to purr. “That’s a good girl,” I say roughly. “Poor, wet omega. Does that pussy need attention?”
Her eyes widen but she slowly nods.
“Go on then, Tavi. Use your little fingers on yourself while you think about our big alpha cocks filling you.”
A small moan escapes her plump, pink lips. I smirk and continue, “Fuck, wedari, you smell incredible. My omega, you need an alpha near you, for our pheromones, when you pleasure yourself near your heat. Or else, you will make it worse, do you understand?”
She nods, sparkling eyes wide. But her eyes take me in, dropping up and down my body, lingering over my cock.
“Oh yeah?” I ask. I gather my courage, praying to Zatura that I don’t scare her with this question. “Can I touch myself for you, baby? I’m so hard for you.”
Slowly, she nods.
The grin on my face is real and I reach one arm behind myself and pull my tunic up and over my horns. She stares at my bare chest, eyes darting to my nipple rings. I run my hand down the plane of my stomach, into my pants. “Just the scent of you downstairs had my cock at attention.”
She whimpers, body wiggling under the blankets.
I pull my long, hard cock out, sighing in relief. “Do you want to watch me pleasure myself, wedari?”
A nod, as her other hand slips under the blankets to join the first.
I wrap a hand around my hard cock, barely suppressing a groan. “Have you ever taken anything this size?” I ask.
Her eyes are huge. She shakes her head.
“You will, baby. You’ll love it, too. Now fuck that wet pussy for your alpha, hmm?”
I watch as lumps appear in the blankets, her knees rising as she opens herself more.
“Oh fuck, good girl. Make yourself feel good while I stroke myself for you.”
I run my hand down my cock, squeezing myself hard, attempting to not go too fast. My dick aches; the scent of my omega in my nostrils has me on edge already.
I want to kiss her, to lick her, to make her finish for me.
I stare at her gorgeous face as I play with myself, imagining eating her little pussy.
I don’t know how long I do when I realize her arms under the covers are no longer moving. She’s staring at my cock raptly.
I take a step forward and she presses herself back into the pillows. Still afraid, poor baby.
“Easy, omega,” I purr, “I’m just getting a bit closer to give you a better look. Let you inspect me. I won’t touch you, Tavi. Alright?” I wait, again nervous that I’ve scared her.
But she nods.
I groan and step forward again. “Will you do something for me, wedari? Will you say, ‘yes, alpha’?”
She licks her lips, eyes locked on my cock. “Yes, alpha,” she breathes.
I didn’t know my cock could be this hard. I groan at hearing my omega say those words to me. I want her pleasure so badly.
“Fuck yourself, sweet girl,” I say, frantically stroking myself. “I want you to finish. C’mon baby, I need this.”
I grip my cock hard around my knot and take several deep breaths, trying to come back from the edge.
Octavia’s scent thickens, and a wet sound fills the room. Her face pinks and her arms slow.
“Nuh-uh, wedari,” I growl, “Don’t you dare stop, unless it’s to let me take over. I love the sound of your wet cunt. Trust me, your alphas are going to keep it wet and full of seed regularly. You need to be nice and slick to take this knot.” I cup my knot, showing her.
Her eyes are wide but she whispers, “Yes, alpha,” and starts to play with herself again.
I purr and groan at the same time. As her movements get more frantic, the covers slip down, revealing her heavy, gorgeous breasts.
I can’t stop staring. Celnoe females do not have breasts like this: huge, round, full.
“Fuck,” I gasp, “I’m going to finish for you, wedari. Is... is that alright?”
I don’t want to push her.
“Yes, please, alpha,” she whines in a manner that makes me want to dive face first into her cunt and lick her from ass to belly button until she paints me with her pleasure.
“I need you to finish too, though, baby,” I grit as I grab my discarded shirt.
“Yes, alpha,” she repeats.
It does me in. I keep stroking myself hard but use one hand to hold my shirt over the tip of my cock. I’m close enough to Octavia that I might accidentally get some seed on her, and while I want to rub it all over her, to continue our bonding, I am not sure how she feels about that just yet.
I finish, my orgasm hitting me like a herd of rinen. I keep my gaze on my omega somehow, through my hard release, cock jerking and twitching as it spits even more seed than I usually have into my shirt.
Octavia stares, but her breasts rock with the movements of her hands, obviously not stopping.
“C’mon, wedari, do it for me,” I gasp, wishing it was my hands making her feel good. I slowly run my hands down my cock, still playing with myself as I go soft.
I watch her little body go tense, eyes closing as she lets out a long whimper, hands moving frantically under the blankets.
“Fuck, good girl, that’s it. Finish for your alpha, wedari,” I praise her through her release, my gaze on her beautiful face as she finishes for the first time, due to me, at least partially. “Good omega,” I purr as she releases in her nest, happy and safe.
As she relaxes, she throws me a tiny smile and my heart lights up. “Fuck, Octavia, that was so hot,” I rumble.
“Mm-hmm,” she nods sleepily.
I want so many things. To rub my seed to her flesh. To ask her if I can clean her hands with my tongue. To kiss her. To hold her.
Instead, I gather my self-control. I am an alpha. A leader of our community. I will restrain myself.
“Dream well, little one,” I purr quietly as I spin and head for the door.
Before I close the door, I hear her soft voice answer, “Yes, alpha.”
My heart melts, and my cock hardens.