Page 21 of The Omega's Unexpected Bounty
I took a step toward him and he stepped back. “Careful Graden. I have my claws.”
“You depend on your weapons too much.”
“Yeah, well it’s not like I’ll drop or lose them. You have nothing.”
I laughed. “Do you think I wouldn’t know how to defend myself without ablade? I’m a prince trained by Volardi and Ryba experts.”
“The people who can’t fight are the ones that talk about how good they are.”
“Hit me,” I said.
“I only hit those that need it.”
I stared down at him and inhaled the rotten vegetable smell of frustration. He was Omega and striking one was what previous generations did before. And yet, he wasn’t like the others. His vocation was proof of that.Do I treat him like an Omega or a Soturi Warrior? Perhaps both?
“I ask too much, you cannot hit me,” I said with a mocking tone. “You are Omega; made for producing babies and no more. You attach claws to yourself because you’re afraid someone will take you and you fear this because of how easy it would be. Your muscles are far too–”
His bicep flex was all I needed to see, but I jerked to the right and avoided his left hand. To his credit, it wasn’t his dominant hand. He wanted to hurt me, but not overly so. I don’t know what that said about our relationship, but I grabbed his wrist, twisted it behind his back and we both went down into the sand. I didn’t think he would hurt me with the claws, but I still made sure his hands were aimed away from my body.
“You are Omega,” I whispered, “and remarkable but I am a Volardi prince. There’s a reason we are the warriors of the galaxy.”
He said nothing, but I saw the back of his neck redden. I imagined his face was red from embarrassment, fear or both.
“You are not fighting an amateur from your home planet,” I said as I eased the pressure off his arm. If he wanted to injure me, he could. Instead, he panted quickly on the sand. “A stronger man has you pinned down, and your ass is wet for me.” Usually, I wouldn’t do this, but he needed a lesson. I ground my cock against his end and grimaced. It would have been so easy. To surrender to my nature and for him to do the same, but I couldn’t. Volardi are warriors, but sometimes we battle ourselves.
I leaned in and whispered. “Youwant meto enter you.”
He stayed silent, and it was all the confirmation I needed. My breathing quickened. If I did this, there was no undoing it. I would always remember. I spun him on his back, and my gaze went to his blue denim. It was a durable, thick material, but I saw his visible erection. I slowly pulled at the buttons. He looked at me yet didn’t. I was in his vision, but I sensed he saw something else.
I hope this is the correct choice.
“You say nothing, but you lay waiting.” I sighed. “We’re different, and that isn’t terrible. Perhaps we can come to an understanding.”
I closed my eyes and activated my implant and whispered a command. Within seconds a silver orb flew to me, then dropped a bottle in my outstretched hand as Caan’s forehead wrinkled. “I won’t give you what you really want. This is not the time or place. With others, it would be, but our situation is unique.” I tossed the bottle, and he easily caught it while I pulled my kilt down then kicked off my sandals. There I stood in the sand naked. “My body doesn’t produce slick like yours.”
I wish I knew his thoughts as he stared open-mouthed at me and my erection. Perhaps minutes earlier he would have grinned and taken the chance to take the ‘hated Volardi.’ His eyes closed for several seconds. There was no kiss, but his hand went over my cheek. I leaned into his warmth. I inhaled deep and took in his green foliage scent amid the ocean and trees. It wasn’t unlike the forest planets I visited. It was the smell of life and perfect for an Omega. His jaw set and the man who stood down my guards with an antagonistic look disappeared. Perhaps it was the flicker of eyes, the gone frown or something internal I didn’t see but sensed.
“What’s going on?” he whispered.
There were several ways to take that. With us, our arousal, or with my offer. I sensed it was rhetorical, but I still spoke. “We’re getting to know each other, as unconventional as it may be.”
I found ground relatively free of sand and laid on my back. On my knees would have given deeper penetration, but I’ve always wanted to see the eyes of those I bed. I expected it would be the same with Caan.
His mouth opened to say something, but I spoke. “Do it.” My throat clenched while I inhaled the smell of his musk. This was not how Volardi take their mates, but things were different. What was one more thing?
His forehead wrinkled, and I awaited something few Soturi would ever experience. Common sense gave me some probable thoughts. He was Omega, and despite his reluctance to embrace his sex, his body wouldn’t let him forget. No matter what he told himself, the slick would come, and his cock would thicken. Theyhadto be taken. The knowledge that he used suppressants was all the proof we needed.
I wanted to spread him apart and spear him, but we were both too stubborn. I was desperate for any Femeni or Omega, and I had to accept what the universe provided. Not that I was ungrateful. He was taller than most, but still pleasurable to gaze upon. Knowing he could protect himself was a blessing even though it went against my Soturi need to guard him.
Warm fingers glanced slowly over my stomach muscles and then down close to my erect cock. “Why this? Is it a game?”
“You claim you aren’t a typical Omega. Perhaps you imagine yourself more of a Soturi. Prove it and do what my sex does.” My words were harsher and louder than typically given in this circumstance, but I had to push him. I would treat him well, but he needed to know his place as I know mine. I wouldn’t treat him poorly like the Femeni of old. That was a stain on our history that would never leave. All we could do was make sure we never repeated it. That said, we needed babies. After a year, he may go on his way and serve the empire. A good Omega or Femeni could have dozens of children over their lifetime. If it wasn’t with me, then another. The thought of him with someone else didn’t make me smile, but Volardi are practical. If I train him for another, so be it.
With a blank expression, he undressed and hid his cock from view. I lifted my ass into position and rested my ankles on his shoulders while his cock-end rested against my opening. My lips pressed hard together, as a rule, Volardi don’t dread fear. We understand the danger, but it doesn’t control us. It’s been whispered some Soturi engage solely with other Soturi, but so rare as to be nonexistent. This wasn’t that, but it was close. Angering him, wasn’t advisable before penetrating me. I couldn’t see his cock, but I felt his thickness. It wasn’t uncommon for some Femeni and Omega to be gifted there and I suspect the universe gave me another gift.
“If you don’t know how,” I whispered. “The implant can instruct you.”
The slight whiff of copper and his fingertips as they dug into my ass told me he heard as did his narrowed eyed frown. From his hand, I listened to the slow, methodical squish of artificial slick as it went up and down his cock. I sensed I made him angry, but he still ran his slippery fingers between my ass.
