Page 20 of The First Omega Made
He choked on a breath and held me tight, tears he wasn’t able to shed hanging somewhere in the air between us, unsaid and unseen. “Thank you.”
Chapter Ten
Doc
My seclusion couldn’t last as long as I wanted, but I had to keep Sarge under wraps. Hisspace sickness, I eventually claimed, was him being deathly afraid of the new Naleucian. His humanity was too much for me to want to lose.
“Holy fuck…” Gorm, for the first time since I’d locked myself away, stared at me with open-mouthed wonder. “Shafa was right.”
The orange bastard made my skin crawl, and I didn’t want that to be the case. “Yeah. It was already in progress, but Noel sped things up. I wasn’t holding my percentage well. Things were degrading.”
“Too right. Maybe I ought to finish out if I can… I don’t have to top-off like a low percentage, but I could benefit from it.” Gorm circled me with a lascivious gaze. Hooded eyes and bitten lip caught my gaze.
“No.”
“What do you mean, no? Fresh meat, good ass. I’ll let Sarge watch!” He gave me puppy-dog eyes, but I shook my head.
“That’s the furthest thing from my mind. Why don’t you go fuck Shafa? He’s probably a horny bastard.” I shooed Gorm away with an errant wave, but even Gorm shuddered at the suggestion.
“Nah. Fuck that. No, don’t fuck that. I get mad spicy nonos over that guy. Ick biscuits.” Whatever euro-trash spacenic slang he threw at me went in one ear and out the other.
“Wallace?” I raised a brow, and he grumbled.
“Wallace always wants to top, though.” His whine made me snort. “Fine, but keep me on the short list, okay?”
I waved him off with a half grin and took halting steps, getting used to my new tail. I’d spent a few days trying to learn how to walk with it and had Nexus in my room helping. The toddling little one seemed very pleased with himself as he moved from a quadrupedal scamper to bipedal, inexpertly showing me how it was done.
He was probably better at it by that time, too.
I carefully weaved my way through the ship, avoiding the side that Shafa had been allowed onto. My lab sat just outside the bounds, so I went there to survey the damage.
The enamel on the walls was missing around the quarantine door and new welding had been polished up. It’d never look the same once we picked up the nanoceramic, so it made me confident I could talk Vil into letting me repaint the whole room. A soothing, soft gray. Something not sterile white or medical blue. Blue would wash me and Noel out.
“Gorgeous…” Shafa’s voice pricked my ears, and I turned to face the doorway of the lab, catching him right at his range’s limit. Acid eyes raked me up and down before a pointed tongue lashed over too-sharp teeth. “What a vessel you’ll make.”
Instinctively, I put a hand to my belly and stepped back. “Not interested.”
His nostrils flared, and eyes narrowed. Cautiously, he spit a few words out that had no meaning to me. Merriel didn’t translate, as his common language had become fluent in mere days.
“Merriel? Translation?” I glanced up and met one of the lenses. It focused in on me and I got a vague sort of buzzing noise in response.
“Ehhhh, dunno, man. Not any words I got in my lexicon. Big shrugs here, dude.” Merriel beeped his way out.
Shafa huffed and let his eyes rake me up and down once more. “Not you, then.”
“Not me, what?” His predatory gaze and rising scent made my entire body tremble. The color of my scales darkened, the blue brightening in a way I’d not seen before. Noel certainly didn’t.
“Never you mind, my sweet omega. I’ll take my time to know you. This is how you would prefer, yes?” He stayed outside of range, but that horrid grin on his face made my hormones flare and my mind recoil.
The off-and-on yo-yoing of my libido damn near had my cock tying itself in a knot inside of me, trying to figure out if it wanted to be hard or not.
Make up your mind, man!I imagined it saying in a tiny little voice.
Would if I could, old friend. Would if I could.
“In time.” He bowed his head and did something with his tail that reminded me of things Vil and Noel did around one another, courtship gestures and curled tips. Mine, by some strange force, reciprocated, curling back at him in acome hithertype gesture that I wanted to stomp it flat for. And I couldn’t miss the snicker of pleasure from him.
“No! No, that isnotan invitation! You fucken… Ugh!” I tugged at my hair and snatched my tail in a tight grip before closing the clinic door. “Asshole.”
