Page 22 of Shadowlands Omega

“Please come for me, Omega,” I plead. “Please come for your Berserker.”

As if I’ve pressed a button, the Omega comes on my command. I thrust frantically, hoping to chase her into a second release before the first fades. She wails my name. Myname.“Yes, yes! Oh gods! Yaron…” She screams and I try to hold, wanting this to last even as her body squeezes mine in every possible way. Her channel tightens and spasms around my length and my hips stutter.

“I’m going to come, Kiandah. Do I…have your…permission?”

I pause, waiting, wanting the permission she gives so discriminately. Wanting to know how she’ll change the game, or up the stakes. She doesn’t disappoint. The moment she comes down from her high, she lifts her tired, swollen eyelids and spears me with a gaze belonging to a goddess.

“You did such a good job, Berserker, I think you deserve a reward. Don’t you?” She whispers in my ear and I stiffen, mouth drying. I nod frantically, wanting it, craving it with a passion and zeal that borders on insanity.

“Yes, Omega,” I choke.

She smiles devilishly and her loose limbs start to disentangle themselves from my body, robbing me of her warmth. I feel cold, chilled to the bone and I don’t like it. I reach for her but she holds up one finger and I still, desperation changing me irrevocably.

Her sweat-and-cum-slicked body glimmers. She’s so perfect. Pure. Hellish. I want to own her.What?The thought strikes and it’s all wrong, but it’s there and unshakable, just like the desire to bond her. There’s some part of me that knows how wrong it is, but the other part — the entirety of my soul — doesn’t care. She’s mine. She has carved her name inside of my eyelids with the embers she wields.

The fire explodes just a little hotter and the Omega turns her back to me, presenting me a vision of her tight asshole and sloppy, swollen sex. Oh my gods, please tell me to lick her clean… I want that badly. I jerk forward, wanting to take her with my tongue, but before I can, she arches her back and walks her palms out in front of her until her left cheek touches the ground and her hips remain propped up over her knees.

She slips her left arm beneath her body and spreads her lower lips wide. Semen drips out of her and I release a burst of precum. It shoots out of me with such force, it paints the back of her right thigh. I curse and she laughs softly. “Your Omega is presenting for you, Berserker. Come take me like a beast.”

My human legs turn into the massive hind legs of a lupine creature as they bear into wet soil. There are no floorboards, not anymore. My entire body slams into her, taking her to the floor directly before her sentient flames, and it’s here that I continue to rut her savagely and on her command. It is here that I lose my mind.

Inside, my beast preens.

It’s a beautiful thing. Mad, savage destruction. Not of the hunter’s hole, not of her body or mine, but of my soul.

8 | Yaron

Heart Forest

The sky crackles with thunder and, against my bare back, I feel the soft woosh of an icy wind.Where is she?

My eyes open on a pounding panic, frantic and worried for my Omega. Where is she? But the moment I move my arms — my limbs, for they are completely covered in fur, as is the rest of me — I hear a soft sigh. I look down and, past my snout, can just see the top of the Omega’s head. Her limbs are curled against my beast’s torso, tangled in silver fur, and I exhale.

She’s warm. She’s dry. My beast did well. I did not, rutting her out here in the woods like a savage. I hit her, harmed her, while my beast provided shelter. It is…not much of a shelter — better than nothing, but certainly not sufficient enough for her to stay here, no matter how peacefully she may be sleeping at the moment.

Gathering the reserves of my strength from deep, I rise with the Omega cradled against my chest. I hold her in one of my arms, which forces me to walk uncomfortably on three legs. It is a great distance to the keep, but I have no other choice. I’ve torn the hunter’s hole to pieces. There is nothing left but a few posts still miraculously standing. The fire that she lit is gone. The rains have stopped, but the air is still heavy with their memory. It is my favorite weather, but I wish for something else now. I wish for sun. I need it for her, because her skin is cool even though she smells of a bonfire roaring in the daylight.

She sleeps the entire way back to the keep. I would be proud of my gracefulness that I made it possible for her to sleep so well and so continuously, but I wasn’t graceful and still, she sleeps. The swelling in her face has not gone down and her body temperature seems too low for her having been pressed against me for all this time. Her heartrate is persistent, but slow. It feels like…like her body is shutting down.

I’ve never experienced panic like this before. True fear. A harrowing horror. My body is consumed and physical pain shoots through my heels as I pick up speed, eventually reaching the far edge of the Heart Forest, which gives way to the darker terrain of Paradise Hole, which ends at the highway line that leads to Undoline. But I don’t take the roads. I sprint across the farming villages, across the sodden ground, through cornfields and flat farmlands until finally, I see the keep on the horizon.

I kick up clods of soil the size of boulders as I race until the gates cast a shadow long enough for me to fall beneath. The gates are black and imposing, studded with spikes that usually boast the heads of my enemies — and will boast the head of the Trash City female soon enough — but right now the spikes are all vacant. The guards, spying me, immediately issue orders to open up.

I advance into the courtyard of the keep and become aware of the Alphas that number among my staff. I don’t like their presence, don’t like them here. On a snarl, I race inside with her, the towering stones of the keep swallowing us whole. My beast is still here. My other form is nowhere to be found.

My staff all stare and duck out of my path as I charge down the open corridors into the main vestibule. The keep is structured poorly, despite it being new. Four outer walls contain a courtyard which surrounds a massive castle, but the castle has been expanded and then expanded again. An entire partition has been built out down the southern hill and the western wall curves clumsily to meet it. A lower floor half submerged in earth holds the upper dungeons, where the Omega’s family was held, and below that there is a lower dungeon for the more insidiously aligned prisoners who will never see light again.

Inside the vestibule with its vaulted ceilings, airy walkways branch out in every direction. A double helix staircase wraps around itself before me and ascends all five floors of the castle. I take it, my claws scratching at the carpet and the stone beneath it, up to the second floor. I go east, down to the farthest point of the longest hallway, and then through the double doors up the grand staircase that leads to the east wing and my private quarters. I take her to my private quarters without thinking. Thought does not matter, anyway. It’s where I would have taken her had I thought about this decision for a year.

My beast form is too large to fit through the doorway to my chambers so, reluctantly, I reach deep within the recesses of my sanity to find my bipedal legs and furless limbs and draw them forward. Still cradling Kiandah, I throw open the door and barrel inside, but it’s here that I hesitate. Standing just inside of my private chambers, surely looking like a wild man with skin covered in dirt and mud and hair in tangles, I’m uneasy. Whispers echo up the stairs from below and are followed by the sound of footsteps, trudging up here to my private quarters. Howdarethey.

“Back,” I hiss, edging further into my room, prepared to defend it as if it were a castle and she the treasure in my arms they intend to plunder.Over my corpse.The trespassers have reached the door, which still hangs open. Shielding Kiandah from view, I look over my shoulder, my face half monster, half man. My gaze narrows on Radmilla — one of only four individuals ever allowed into my private quarters and only with permission, a permission she does not now have. The other two with her are not on the guest list and Horace…Horace is an Alpha. If I were not carrying the Omega with such delicacy, I’d cross the threshold and tear him down where he stands.

He must sense how close he is to danger because he speaks first, despite being the most junior member of the cluster, and stops dead in his tracks.He’s going to be dead in his tracks. “My Lord, I mean no harm. I am only here to support Okayo in assessing your injuries and tending to the Omega, if that’s what you wish…”

“That is not what I wish. Get out!” I release a roar so loud it causes Radmilla to trip.

Okayo catches her upper arm, but he is fearless. He continues a casual advance through the doorway to my quarters. Casual, all but the swallowing. He swallows many times.Perhaps, not so casual.“My Lord, we heard alarming reports from the Crimson Riders in the Heart Forest. It seems that you defied standard protocol and bred the Omega over the course of two days.” Two days. “A little more.” A little more. “I’m assuming she went into heat.” He continues speaking, but I am too stunned to hear him. I am astounded. Both that we were gone for so much time and that we were gone for so little. A two-day heat is short for an Omega. The standing record for an Omega heat is twelve days.

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