Page 34 of The Omega Project

Although, as another cramp bites deep, the last thing on my mind is their commute.

“Derek, it hurts.”

I stopped caring about the needy whimper in my voice an hour ago.

I’ve napped on and off, but the itch under my skin is unrelenting. Plus, the swirl of alpha pheromones makes it hard to think of anything but sex. I want it in a way that barely makes sense to me, but I’m pretty sure that if Derek’s strong arms weren’t around me right now, I’d have already flung myself on the nearest knot.

“I know, Em,” he says, soothingly. I can hear a lingering rasp in his voice from his cold, but his eyes are clear and determined. “We’ll be there soon, and we can make you more comfortable, okay?”

I’m not completely unaware of what’s going on inside me. I might not have personal experience with heats, but growingup with an alpha sister, I was always curious about omegas, and I studied designations and dynamics as part of my under-grad course. I’ve read case studies on the physiological changes, including the slick, knots, and claiming bites… but it was always with a scientist’s objectivity.

Omegas usually present in their late teens and their first heat is always carefully monitored. Designation experts are often employed by the omega’s family to guide them through the process, and the heat takes place in a state-of-the-art facility, surrounded by trained professionals. Omegas might be the rarest designation, but the entire world revolves around meeting their needs.

Myneeds. Which is so far out of my frame of reference, all I can do is shake my head.

But my body doesn’t care about textbooks – I’m as hot as a summer bonfire, and that itch under my skin is now a deep, persistent ache. It’s her. The hidden omega within, trying to claw her way to the surface. She doesn’t care that I’m a twenty-six-year-old PhD student, the odd bee girl who haunts the dustiest part of the library. She’s going to burst from me like I’m a chrysalis, dragging me up into the light. But before we get there, I’m going to drown in this pulsing well of want, an emptiness wrapped in a fragile shell that is desperate to be filled.

Thankfully, my inner omega has no shame in begging for what she wants.

“Please, Derek. I need younow…”

I can’t quite articulate the rest of my plea, but Soren comes to my rescue, his voice dipped low for my ears only. “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart. The things I’ve begged for mid-heat would make a porn star blush. We all understand what you’re going through, and we wouldn’t be here if we didn’t want to help.”

I’ve heard them say that over and over in the last couple of hours. That they’re all in this together, that they’ll do anything to make their pack whole. I’m just not sure how that ideal extends to me.

Just one of the many things I need to clarify, but the throbbing ache between my thighs reminds me that this isn’t the time or place.

“Whatever you need, Em,” Derek says, distracting me from my churning thoughts as he pulls me more firmly into his lap. I’ve been sitting sideways on his knees, cuddled up in his arms, but as he moves me into a straddling position, I can’t help but moan into his neck. “Tell me what you want, babe.”

“Inside me.” I grit out the words, but sigh in relief as he immediately starts working on my trousers. The only disappointment is how his big fingers fumble on the tiny buttons.Why did I have to choose today of all days to forgo my easy-access skirts?

“Let me,” Soren says at my side, giving Derek a cheeky wink. “Helping hands, remember?”

He quickly relieves me of the button and zipper, Derek supporting me as Soren strips off my trousers and underwear. I should probably be embarrassed at being butt-naked in the middle of a packed car, but the cool air on my overheated skin is too distracting. “Kiss me,” I murmur, winding my arms tightly around Derek’s neck.

“I shouldn’t,” he says, holding back. “My flu…”

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Soren tells him, sending a wink my way this time. “Omegas are pretty much immune to infection during their heats.”

“Really?” Derek looks impressed.

“Yep. Plus our levels of oxytocin, dopamine, and vasopressin are off the charts. They’re basically our love drugs. When you combine them with relaxin, which loosens our joints, andestrogen, which slickens us up, is it any wonder we’re on a chemical high for three days?”

I smile faintly as they chat about the wonders of omega heat, because even though I’m not exactly loving it right now, I’m glad they’re getting along. The alphas are watching us like hawks - probably because Soren’s moods are still unpredictable, and Derek is a new and untested factor - but it’s nice to know we aren’t in this alone.

Although, everything fades into the background as he pushes a thick finger between my needy folds. “Is this better, Em?”

“So much better,” I groan, clenching around the stretch as he slides another inside. He pumps me carefully, toying with my clit, but I’m too greedy for the slow buildup. “Push them all the way in, Derek. I need to come!”

He winces at the desperate look in my eyes and immediately slips from under me, backing into the aisle while he wrenches his jeans open. Even with the Hummer’s enlarged interior, there’s not much room for him to manoeuvre, but I watch eagerly as he tugs the denim down. As soon as I see his thick cock, I wiggle forward, shamelessly exposing myself to him. There’s so much slick trickling down my thighs, I’m a mess, but I don’t care. I’m almost panting against the leather seat when he penetrates me, his hot, thick erection pressing in without hesitation. “Oh, God! That feels so good.”

Derek groans as he slides all the way in, and I feel tears of relief leak from my eyes. He’s gentle as he pumps into me, but I thrust back, forcing him deep. Every inch of him is a revelation, and I clench down hard, making him hiss at the tight fit. I’m vaguely aware of him dropping kisses down my spine, but all I can focus on is the nerve endings he’s electrifying with his perfect cock.

“Derek…”

“More, babe?”

I should probably bury my face back in the seat cushion, but my inner omega is having none of it. “Don’t stop! Harder, Derek!”

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