Page 27 of The First Omega Made
“Avessel!You put Sarge in a jar?” Every fiber of my being tensed, ready to strike, when he crossed his arms and gestured at the clothing once more.
“No. I put him in a body. In Shafa’s body, and it was difficult. Now praise me.” Despite the smugness in his tone, his face didn’t reflect it.
“You what? You—what in the hell sort of fucked-up trauma-inducing bullshit is that, Noel? He murdered my ma—Sarge.He murdered and made—” Something prickled down my spine as my tail flicked and slapped the floor in a gesture that finally roused a reaction from Noel. His upper lip curled, brow furrowed.
“You’re welcome. Pants. Now.” Noel gestured at me, and I stomped my way into the clothes in time for him to snag my arm and frog march me down the halls and into my lab. There, I glared about, waiting for the punchline or to see the resurrected corpse of Shafa looming. What Noel said didn’t make sense. Couldn’t be true.
“Well? Where is he?” I crossed my arms and flustered when Noel strung up an IV and cleaned my arm, pushing a PICC line in. “The fuck?”
Noel gestured in the air, and Merriel threw a view screen up with a reflection of me on it. I was gray, my colors muted, my cheeks sunken.
“Drink this while I get some fluids in you.” Noel pushed a thermocanister of something warm in my hands and strolled off. I didn’t want to, but I took a few long swallows and sighed as the warmed IV fluids entered my veins. He could be thoughtful like that.
My mind juggled what Noel had said, such a flat admission and announcement that brought me no hope or joy. I’d have been crowing from the rooftops if I’d been the one to do what he claimed.
As I sipped and absorbed my own stewing emotions, a scent caught my nostrils—more than a scent. A biochemical signal that made my entire body perk up. Before the nausea and revulsion could hit, I recalled what Noel had said.
I glanced up in time to see Shaf—Sarge walk into the med bay, the same posture as Sarge, the same sheepish expression. I wanted to hate the body he wore, but I saw Sarge in there and part of me could scent that sweet smell on him that his old bodyhad. What I’d come to understand was part of his Colthraxian biology. “Thank the progenitors. That fucking mustache is gone.”
He blinked in surprise and rubbed his upper lip, twisting his nose. “Thanks for reminding me. My upper lip feels naked, now.”
The voice was Shafa, but the accent, the cadence—all Sarge. He stepped toward me cautiously, his steps slightly unsteady. He was still learning to operate Shafa’s body.
“Prove to me that it’s you.” I clutched the thermocanister in my hands so hard it dented as Noel whisked by and plucked my line out and removed the canister.
“Room’s all yours. Don’t break anything we need, please.” Noel strode out and shut the door behind them, the lock beeping into place.
Sarge pushed forward and stepped into my space as I spread my legs to accommodate him. “My dick works.”
“Have you used it on anyone?” I glanced down and earned a familiar chuckle.
“Nope. Saving it for you. And… It’s got a knot.” He leaned into my space and whispered that into my ear, perking my libido.
“Not convinced.” I said so, but my hands traced his arms, up to his shoulders as we leaned in for a kiss.
“You promised me you’d touch me. The real me.” Those whispered words made my entire body prickle. “And you even kissed me, didn’t you?”
“I did. You weren’t gross at all,” I lied, but in a way, it was the truth. Because it was him, it wasn’t gross in the end.
“Thank you,” Sarge said, tears glinting in his new, red eyes. They trailed his cheeks like they hadn’t in his human form in solar rotations.
“Noel says we’re mates.” My mind focused on the nape of Sarge’s neck, the skin there unblemished. My jaw ached, saliva pouring.
As if he understood, he reached a large hand along the back of my head, pushing me into the crook of his neck. “Yeah.”
“Got a good reason for or against it?” I extended my lengthier tongue and lapped at the spot, tasting his flesh—rich and musky. Lightly scented of soap.
“My new cock ishuge.” He snorted.
Good enough for me.
I opened my mouth and bit down as hard as I could, feeling skin pop under my teeth, lifeblood pulsing around my fangs. Drool pooled, my body sang, and the first flickers of the electrosensitive bond piqued into place.
He moaned and hissed, holding me there until I pulled away, licking at his skin. And without further warning, he nuzzled into my neck in return and bit, his sharp teeth stinging, burning, then sending rolling pleasure through me.
Every part of my body burned for him.
But how that would look like for us remained to be seen.
