Page 15 of Soren

First of all, the scanner outside the cottage noticed my handprint and opened up, as if expecting me and only me. I guess the initial scans back on Earth meant that they had all the biometric information they needed from me. When I step inside, I'm in for yet another shock.

High ceilings and smooth, glassy surfaces greet me, along with long, plush sofas and a hearth that's taller than I am. Lights run in neon strips along the ceiling and walls, and the wooden floor is polished to a mirror sheen.

To my right is a kitchen out of my wildest dreams, already stocked with more food than I've ever seen at one time, even before the blight on Earth. And to my left? A marble staircase leading upward to yet more wonders. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcase the lavish gardens and forests around us, and a panel on the wall near the door contains dozens of switches and controls for everything from the temperature to the windows to the lights and even the scents.

They really thought of everything that I could possibly need.

I can't believe all this is really mine, just because I signed a contract and went on a space ship. I pinch my arm just in case I'm dreaming, but the pinch hurts and I don't wake. This is all too real. Any trepidation I had about the contract fades away in the face of such luxury. How could I not be comfortable in lodgings like this?

And the company's not bad either...

I turn to look at the golden-skinned alpha alien behind me who took me away from the group to get me on my own. He watches me intently, his dark eyes seeming to bore into my eyes. I back up a few steps, clutching onto the pristine marble of the kitchen bar.

Soren's gaze never leaves mine as he stalks toward me. Every purpose-filled step sends my blood running hotter and hotter. After that ride with him behind me, I’m incredibly wet between my thighs. Everything leading up to now has me teetering on the brink of the most intense, world-shattering orgasm I've ever had and probably will ever have, but we haven't made it over the peak. Not yet.

I lick my lips, desperate for his mouth to be on mine. And yet...shouldn't some kind of introductions be in order? Do we fuck first and get to know each other second? Is that how this works? I have no idea how surrogacy works even on Earth. It wasn’t something that I planned for myself. If things had been different, I never would have signed this contract and been on the point of getting into bed with an alien.

"Lara," I offer, pointing to my chest. Then I point at him, hoping he understands. He took a device from the guard back at the center which I can only hope is a translator. Until it's installed, gestures and pantomime will have to do.

It's actually not as hard as it sounds. Soren wears his heart on his sleeve, which is more than I can say for a lot of men.

I don't have to worry about what he's thinking or planning. It's all too obvious, especially when I see the rock-hard bulge stretching his trousers.

"Soren," he rumbles as he approaches, pointing to his own chest in turn.

"Soren," I breathe. His name tastes like the sweetest honey on my tongue, and I can't wait to say it again and again.

Something tells me I'm going to be doing a lot more than that, though, because he picks up his pace and closes the distance between us in an instant. He doesn't waste another second before claiming my mouth with his own.

PLEASURE

SOREN

Hearing my name on her lips breaks what little resolve I have left. I rush to her, wrapping one hand around the back of her head and the other at her back. My thick fingers tangle through her silky hair. I groan deep in my chest before dipping my head down to kiss her for the first time.

It's everything I thought it would be, and more. The taste of her explodes on my tongue, the little moan of surprise she makes only fueling the fire in my chest.

Are all omegas like this? I wonder deliriously as I devour her mouth. Her arms reach out to wrap around me and she melts into my touch, opening her full lips further to let in my tongue. Aesir, she's sweet.

Like the first snowfall of winter. Like the best, most succulent berry of spring, picked ripe from the vine.

There's no one here to bother us. No one to interrupt this perfect moment.

Tonight, she will be mine.

Lara lets out the softest, sweetest little gasp as I pick her up and carry her toward the stairs. Her eyes have that perfect, glazed over look and her lips, pink and swollen from our kiss, part only slightly. It's all I can do not to kiss her again right there.

Control yourself, I try to admonish my primal thoughts. You don't want to scare her, do you?

I dwell on that thought for a moment. And what if I did? If only to show her just how much I wanted her, just how much I craved her scent?

It's more intoxicating than the strongest liquor, and I can't wait to drown in it. And in return, I'll cover her with my scent and my seed so thoroughly no man will doubt who she belongs to.

I know it's part of a contract, but I can't help the way I feel around her. I had no idea these...omegas could be so addictive. So engineered to light up all the worst parts of me, to bring me to my knees in the most primal, bestial sort of way.

One more thought, a tiny spark of hope flickers in the back of my mind. Eclipsed by everything else for the moment, the tiny voice in my head can't help but wonder:

What if she is more than just an omega?

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