Page 45 of The Accidental Omega
She raises an eyebrow. “Aren’t you supposed to be on vacation, anyway?”
My pack mates laugh as I purse my lips and look away.
Elizabeth stands and I jump to my feet, to make sure she’s steady. She whimpers a little, and her hands go to her harness strap around her waist. “I don’t like this. I want it off,” she says petulantly.
“It’s the heat, baby,” Wells says quietly, standing as well. “Nothing is gonna feel good on your skin but us.”
“We can’t take them out, sweetheart. Certainly not now, this close to your heat.” Nara frowns, adding “I’m sorry, omega.”
Libby shakes herself and sighs. “Alright.” She turns to me, leaning her head against my chest. “Where’s that red tape? I’m gonna bang out these forms and get them sent to Fohux.”
I furrow my brow, thinking. “The omega at the Center? The... one with four arms?” I was about to give his species name but she might not know that.
“Yes, he gave me his comm chip. We chatted yesterday. One of his alphas works in the office next door to Alien Integration. Fohux is gonna get him to hand-deliver the papers.”
I blink in surprise.My sneaky little omega.
I grin. A little “knowing someone who knows someone” always helps, in business or government nonsense.
Chapter Seventeen
Elizabeth
Ha. A ton of paperwork, my ass. I had to fill out longer forms at the DMV for fucks’ sake.
I attach several research papers on dragonflies that I had gotten my hands on through Fohux creating a ‘portal’ —his words, not mine—allowing me to access the human internet. A few quick searches in JSTOR later and I had all the data I needed on success rates—95%!—low level of invasion by dragonflies,andenough information to make a couple species recommendations.
Using phylogenetic trees and a habitat loss map, I had narrowed it down to two possible options, both on the larger end of the size scale.
Dragonflies are miniature, bad-ass, flying, terrifying predators. They are just what we need to keep the Glohas syrup, and trees, safe.
I’m wrapping up my hand-written recommendations. And ruminating on learning Celnoe written language so I can use their version of a keyboard, when my pussy starts to throb.
Fuck.
I’m so close to wrapping this up and sending it to Fohux. I look over my shoulder to see Wells napping peacefully on the couch in the library.
I know they said to tell them, to let them get me off, but maybe I can just rub one out real quick, then I can finish up this packet.
My hand slips between my legs, my first two fingers going right to my clit over the soft material of my harness. I jump, not realizing how sensitive I’ve become. I haven’t jilled-off since I got here. I few circles and I’m already close.Wow, this is convenient, it used to take me much longer and usually involved a vibrator back home.
My eyes close and I feel my legs start to tremble.Yes. Right there.
Suddenly, I’m scooped up and the scent of angry alpha is in my nostrils. Tart, citrus, and overwhelming. My eyes snap open to find a very pissed-off Wells holding me to his chest.
“I...why are you mad?” I get out, my chest feeling heavy.
“You’re too close to your heat,” he snarls as he takes us to the couch. I’m abruptly ass-up over his knee, his tail wrapped around my thighs.
“Wells!” I yell, surprised. My big easy-going puppy-alpha should not be spanking me.
His hand lands on my ass, hard. Harder than Ry, maybe, or maybe it’s the proximity to the heat making everything feel more intense. I yelp.
“You do not pleasure yourself.Ever,” he snarls, as he spanks me in a hard, fast rhythm, alternating cheeks and the tops of my thighs.
“I...”
“Hush, omega.Bad girl,” he snarls again.
