Page 11 of Terror

“For now.”

She smiles a victorious smile and climbs the steps, working her little ass surely on purpose. She makes me very hard. My excellent vision allows me to see the outline of little pussy lips hiding her hole. Liquid slips out of the pussy, wets the panties, trails down her thigh. I lose it.

I rush and tackle her on the stairs, spread her legs, rip off the panties, and dive between her thighs. I lick her pussy everywhere, my tongue going above and beyond the slit, flicking the asshole I will fuck later with my fingers. I move on to the slit and lick really good there, get some of that Omega-pussy-in-heat flavor at the back of my throat. Once satisfied, I gently tug her labia between my teeth, eyes focused on her clitoris. With one finger, I tap, once, twice, three times, then rub it as fast as I can, pushing my thumb up her small hole, lapping at the gush of liquid heat that spills over my face.

It’s so addictive, it’s unbelievable. Even though it’s laced with Betaren, I can’t stop licking the pussy juice. I try to get my tongue farther inside her channel and fuck her with it. Tabby grabs my ears and pulls my face against her pussy. Briefly, I pause in this epic moment when I finally discover the use for my ears, these funny head ornaments I never thought of as necessary. They are necessary. The Omega can hold on to them. An unbelievable discovery I must share with all my cousins born of human Omegas.

Kitten’s body shudders, and the blessed heat floods my mouth. I lap at it, and the more I swallow, the more I want. It leaves my throat itchy, and I cannot stop eating this fine pussy.More!

When I think I’ve wrung every last drop from the magical Omega hole, I rise and offer the Omega a hand. I notice hers shakes as she grips mine and gets up, eyes glazed over, pupils dilated, no brown color in her eyes. Her knees fold, and I catch her before she falls and breaks her neck.

“Take me to your nest.” What the hell is wrong with this Omega?

“You’re angry,” she says, eyes dropping.

She ought to fucking lie in her nest where I can properly service her.

I grit my teeth and count to ten. I don’t want her to fear me. I can control my impulses and temper even when I’m mighty pissed at what I’m seeing with this Omega. My temperament is the one thing my uncle pointed out I got from my mother. My father is the kind of guy who only needs a tiny spark to start a fire that will burn for centuries. He started a war and changed the Regha world forever. My uncle says my father is the bravest Alpha on Regha, and at the same time, blind to risk and oblivious to the consequences his actions have on others. My uncle picked me to train for an Alpha Collector even over my twin brother, Seer, whom he clearly favored from birth.

Omega in my arms, I purr softly, as I follow the scent into her bedroom. It’s a vast pink glittery space with fuchsia bedding over a large bed that I drop her on. After stripping the sheets, I bundle the Omega like a baby. She’s falling asleep peacefully, no shakes, no heat pains, which I am certain she endures with more stamina than some of the males I know.

I sit beside her for a bit and move the bangs away from her face. What a pretty woman. I wouldn’t mind drawing her. If I have time, I will. But now I have more important things to do. First, I finish folding the laundry. Then I check all the corners of her house, including the rooms, closets, nooks, the basement, and an attic. In the far dark corner of the attic, under the narrow slant of the roof, I find her messy nest. She’s into unicorns. The nest is a mini-unicorn mating ground. She arranged the animals so they’re humping each other.

I don’t invade the nest, but before leaving, I do something I might regret. I pick up a used pink cotton blanket and lift my shirt. I rub it on my skin and drop it back where I found it. This would tell another Alpha I serviced her, and the Omega could scent me in her next heat. Maybe she’ll think of me. Ask me to service her again.Distractions, distractions.Crawling out of the narrow space of the attic is a bit awkward, and I back away, suppressing laughter as I get stuck trying to squeeze out. Wiggling takes a few minutes, but finally, I’m free.

I hop down to the third floor and rest my hand on my hips. I’ve checked this entire house for Betaren. I found a fully equipped room with a reinforced door and cameras monitoring the property. During tech outages, the cameras would do her no good, which is stupid planning on the part of whichever asshole designed the room. Still, she would be safe inside. Even I can’t break down the door. I tried.

In the kitchen, I get my com unit and tuck it in my ear, then open a channel to my Collector unit. Sotay answers instead.Hm.

“Where is my unit?” I ask.

“Busy.”

“Doing what?”

“There was an incident at the local hospital. Omegas with guns tried to rob the pharmacy. One was in heat.”

My armor lifts as my temper flares. “Fucking put them in holding.”

“Did that. They’re debating what to do with the one in heat.”

“In holding. No Alpha dick for her. Gonna teach her a lesson.”

“You’re evil.”

“I can’t have flaring pussy running around my city.”

“Easy now,” he says. “I got this. How’s our nice neighbor?”

I’m not gonna talk about my kitten.Great holy balls!I should not use possessive pronouns when thinking or speaking about Omegas. “Brainstorm with me here,” I order.

“Yes, Alpha.” He laughs. Sotay is the Guardians’ Alpha responsible for the space gate. His males are trained to navigate the paths once inside the gate, meaning they learned how to trigger alternate routes in case someone we don’t want tries to get to Regha from Earth.

“If you needed drugs and couldn’t find them, what would you do?” I ask.

“Cry about it to you and see if you’d take pity on me and get me some.”

“Very helpful.”

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