Page 5 of Omega and the Beast
A nest.
If she died tonight, she wouldn’t have to suffer through another heat. That seemed like a blessing as well.
Beauty whickered nervously as Callista straightened, and she looked over her shoulder at the horse, who had been happily following behind her for so long. The animal’s eyes seemed a little wider than before, and her nostrils were flaring.
“What’s wrong, Beauty?” Callista stepped toward her, but Beauty stepped back, tossing her head anxiously.
A low growl ripped through the air, turning Callista’s insides liquid. In the same instant, the reins ripped from Callista’s hands as the horse reared, hooves beating at the air in front of her, forcing Callista to move back or have her head bashed in.
“Beauty!” Her voice was lost beneath Beauty’s cries of fear and the growling that was growing louder and coming closer behind Callista.
She didn’t look over her shoulder. Callista bolted at the same time as Beauty, running back to the path, even though part of her knew there was no safety to be found there. It didn’t matter. Every instinct she had screamed at her torun.
Brush and wood cracked and snapped behind her assomethingfollowed.
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Callista
A cramp hitCallista as she ran, causing her to stumble. She cried out in pain as her hands and knees hit the hard ground. Yet even as she cried out, she surged to her feet.
The low growl that rumbled through the air sent another cramp through her, and she fell again, panting for breath as liquid heat pooled in her lower body. Her heat had never felt like this before. It hurt, yet it didn’t, and she didn’t know what to make of it.
Lifting her head, she whimpered when she saw it.
The Beast.
In front of her, only a few feet away.
On all fours, it peered at her, tilting its head. It had a snout, not quite like a dog’s or wolf’s, much shorter, and a mouth filled with what looked like razor-sharp teeth. Atop its head, two thick, pointing horns curled up and outward, devilish and unnatural. But it was its eyes that caught her, held her, stole her breath even as she sucked in a gasp.Yellow eyes, glowing in the dark, terrifying, yet too intelligent to be a beast’s. It didn’t simply see her, it was almost like itknewher.
A long, red tongue escaped to lick its chops… then it stood on two legs. Callista stared at the humanoid figure. Its legs were bent oddly, more like a goat’s than a human’s, and it was covered in short, reddish fur that emphasized rather than masked its muscled frame. Between its legs jutted a huge, thick erection.
Callista had seen farm animals breeding, and she knew what a male’s member was, but this…
The liquid heat inside her pulsed, and she cried out, pressing her legs together as need shot through her, stronger than she’d ever felt.
The Beast purred.
She gasped. Not only because of the sound the thing was making, but because of the effect it had on her body. The pain receded, leaving her with intense arousal and growing pleasure that didn’t hurt, but still left her aching.
“No…” she whispered.
The Beast tilted its head and flexed his hands.
He purred again.
Callista moaned as pleasure surged, her hands pressing between her skirts against her aching body. Fluid gushed, wetting her thighs. Shocked, she looked up at the Beast.
It stepped closer, tilting its head back and forth, studying her even as its purr turned into a croon. Callista whimpered. Her body was betraying her, heat filling her skin, plumping her nipples and her womanhood, making her ache in throbbing demand.
The Beast reached down, gathering some of the pearly fluid leaking from the tip of his cock onto his finger, and he held it out to her. She should have recoiled, but she foundherself leaning forward instead — the scent like nothing she’d ever smelled before. Musky and yet woodsy and entirely edible. Her mouth watered.
She couldn’t control her body as she found herself leaning forward even more, her hands reaching for the ground as her lips parted. The Beast smeared the fluid across her lower lips, pushing his finger into her mouth. His claw scraped against her tongue, hard enough to hurt, but she didn’t taste blood.
All she tasted washim.
Salty. Sweet. Delicious.
