Page 23 of Knot Our Omega

I wasn't used to having a say in what we ate. At the industries, they served the same food weekly. It was to the point where I couldn't bear to look at gravy any longer. Everything was served with gravy. Just beige sludge slopped on the meat or thrown over the vegetables. But here, they always gave me a choice, even if I hadn't known the proper way to answer them.

"I - I think I'd like a cheeseburger," I stated, finding it hard to not give over the control of what we consumed to them when they were offering me a choice.

"That's our girl." Felix smiled wide. "A burger sounds great, right, Alpha?"

"Perfect." Luka's eyes smoldered as he watched me.

"Omega, Alfie is about to get you the best damn burger in the city. Just you wait and see," Felix promised, his hand squeezing mine as he refused to let go.

I'd rather be eating him,my omega cooed, and my eyes went wide as I scowled at my inner lusty girl. I didn’t know where that thought came from and why she felt so bold to voice it to me, but now that she mentioned it, all I could think about was what his skin tasted like. Was he salty? Sweet? A perfect mix of both? Why did it matter so much? No one went around licking the skin of their delta, unless...

"Omega!" Luka's voice barked and I jumped.

'Yes Alpha," I stuttered. "Sorry."

"You okay? We called your name multiple times and you didn't respond." Probably because I was too busy thinking about what their skin tasted like.

"Sorry, Alpha," I said again.

"Luka," he corrected.

"Luka. I was lost in thought."

"Feel like sharing about what?" Felix squeezed my palm as he asked.

Shit. I couldn't tell him the truth. Not without looking like a freak.

I bet he'd like it,my omega vibrated with an odd mix of excitement and desire.

"Just that burger. It's been years since I had one," I explained. Not quite a lie, but clearly not the full truth.

"Why didn't you say something sooner?" Luka asked as he pulled open the door. "We would have gotten you anything you asked for. You know that, right? We've made that clear."

"You have, Alpha." I felt guilty at the look on his face, a look that told me that the usually confident alpha was questioning if they made their intentions clear enough. If they had made me comfortable enough to voice my needs, and if they were doinga good job taking care of their omega. "You've done amazing at providing for me, Luka. I just hadn't really thought about a burger until now. You've provided me with so many other meal options that it never entered my mind."

He assessed me for a moment. "If you're sure."

"I am," I reassured him.

"Well then, let's get you home, little omega, and feed you."

You could feed me your cock, Alpha,my omega cackled as I choked on a cough and replied, "That would be perfect, Luka."

"You've got a little sauce on your chin." Alfie pointed to a spot on my chin, and my body lit up with embarrassment. "I could get that for you, if you want."

I did want. I would love nothing more than Alfie using his mouth to remove whatever sauce was on my skin. In fact, my omega begged me for it. My whole body burned with a foreign feeling that vibrated under my skin. It made my skin feel tight and burn, and yet, somehow my body didn't hurt. It felt almost... pleasant, even when my omega begged for me to rub against my men and soothe the ache.

She was such a slut for them. If they could hear the words she spoke about them, or the thoughts she purred into my ear, I'd be mortified. She didn't care that they were living beings. They were hers and that meant she could objectify them as much as she wanted, even if she hadn't officially claimed them yet.

Mine. Claim. Ours.She chanted through my mind and the place between my thighs pulsed at the thought. Luka's eyes closed as he inhaled deeply, before growling something so feral I stumbled back slightly, unsure the sound came from him. But it had, and the look in his eyes was an inferno, the flames directed at me.

"Have I done something wrong?" I whimpered as my omega practically rolled over, offering up her stomach to her alpha.

His molars ground together, the sound making me cringe as it echoed through the quiet dining room. At first, I was unsure he was going to answer, but after a moment too long, he responded, "Everything is perfect, omega."

"If you’re sure?—"

"I'm sure!" Luka snapped before his eyes softened. "It's not you, omega. It's my alpha."

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