Page 35 of The Omega's Unexpected Bounty
Somehow he kept me up while we both finished to a trickle. My inner muscles squeezed around him in a biological instinct to milk him of every single drop of his baby maker fluid I could get. Perhaps it was greed or desire to take what was mine or giving into my body’s hunger. I wouldn’t have a baby, but my body didn’t know that. It wanted to do everything it could to make sure I’d get pregnant.
Images of me with a small belly that grew bigger popped into my mind. Earlier the thought wasn’t enjoyable but now notthathorrific. Maybe it was the Omega hormones that were doing it, and for a small short time, I could let myself give into fantasies that would never happen.
The throbs within stopped while I looked down to my own spent dick. I was still hard as was he. My clenches told me as much. My fingertip tentatively touched my cock, and I winced from the near electric pulse that beat out.
Graden kept his half-drunk smile while he held me up. He pulled back slowly and tentatively while I clamp harder around him.
I mouthed a ‘Wow’ to let him know that he did great even though it was obvious, then rested my head on the dojo mat. My gaze flickered to his wide jaw, dark hair, chiseled muscles and everything else that made him a living god. My breaths were shallow and warm gooseflesh rose over me.
For a while, I had nothing to worry about.
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Chapter Nineteen
GRADEN
The warm, midday ocean breeze blew back my dark brown, almost black hair as I looked out from the castle. Far below and to the right were smiling street vendors. To the left were the docks and boats coming to and from the shore.
Caan was away, addressing things with Nate. Although he said it with his strange New Texan accent. We both had family obligations. My father would transfer the throne, and I would gladly sit on it as the next in line.
What will Nate do for Caan?Father was the correct term, but I respected his wishes and addressed him with his Earth name. The circumstances behind his incarceration here are well documented. It was practicality versus revenge – at least I presumed. If he escaped, the authorities would broadcast his face and crimes. Everyone would know what he did and therefore, not help.
Taking another’s Omega was one of the most unforgivable crimes any Volardi could do. I shook my head at the strangeness of my culture. I’ve never avoided the harsh truths – as a race, we have much to atone for. Caan told me of his planet, and I’ve watched videos about Nate’s home planet before my people arrived. Incarceration camps, citizens homeless, cities vaporized by atomic bombs, and skin color prejudices which never arose with my people.
Yet, generations ago physical abuse against our Femeni wastolerated; solemnly acknowledged as a necessity for the more spirited or defiant ones. Punishing the smaller sex was ‘fine’ but taking someone else’spropertywas not. Sometimes I wonder which society was more insane: the Earthlings or ours.
A deep familiar voice rumbled from behind. Feet shuffled slowly against stone, louder than necessary. I presumed Balo had a smug look, and it wasn’t an unlikely guess. If he had a default look that was it.
“You’ve taken your Omega, finally.”
My jaw set and I expected this conversation days ago – perhaps as I walked out of the dojo hand in hand with Caan. Instead, my brother disappeared for several days.
I turned around while the ocean breeze blew back his long black hair. His mate – Taleen – stood quietly to his right. A pleasant looking dark skinned natural Femeni with no Earth ancestry. His grey-purple eyes were bright as if lit and matched the row of flecks over his chest and abdominals. It contrasted quite well with the white-silver hair. He was shorter than Caan and stood to the side with his hands clasped and his gaze halfway between the stone floor and us.How very traditional. My brother must adore your behavior if not you.
“I haven’t seen you for days,” I said.
“I had no idea how important I am in your life. Sorry my absence distressed you.”
“To the point, it’s noticeable when you’re gone.”
He smiled, and his dark goatee rose. “I’ve had new information and plans to put in motion.”
“How ominous with a hint of a threat. No more?”
Balo shrugged slowly and grinned. “Well, there is the obvious. We are Soturi.” His hand went along the back of his Femeni’s neck. Grey-purple eyes looked up and smiled. “Soturi across the galaxy are desperate for a Femeni or Omegas. It would be ill-advised and disrespectful to the Emperor to not show my gratitude to the universe.” Fingers went over Taleen’s white-silver hair, and he leaned in. “Would you like that my mate? For me to fill your channel with my warm sperm until you grow big?”
Taleen smiled and looked up. “Yes, I must provide many children for my love.”
Balo’s gaze bore into me. “Look at the admiration in his eyes, brother. I remember the announcement ceremony. I never saw Caan look at you like that.”
Balo was right, but those were different days. Still, the insult was obvious. Taleen was smart or subservient enough to avoid the conversation unless asked.Is he afraid?
I choked the words out. “Your Soturi is very kind.”
Taleen smiled wide, “Yes, my fathers were poor. The lottery paired me with another. Balo paid…” His voice drew out, and he looked up with wide eyes.
“It’s okay Taleen,” said Balo. “We’re family, nobody here is disloyal.”
