Page 9 of Omega Inked

She's squirming in her seat.

I want to see her squirm.

I want to see her squirm on my cock.

I'm going to hell for this. I can see the headlines now.

Rebel tattoo artist arrested after kidnapping omega and claiming her. Alphas unable to control themselves with vulnerable omegas.

And Olivia is vulnerable.

She's alone in a place where she doesn't want to be. She's got nowhere to go. She's cut off from everything she's ever known.

I don't know what to do, but I have to figure it out quickly.

Because Olivia is on the edge of heat and she's got us all wrapped around her little finger.

I head for the prow of the ship and get everything started up, the engine trundling to life. The houseboat is old; I don't even know who the first owner was, just some anonymous rebel with the Enclave. The smell of gasoline puffs out around us, but it's not even close to enough to overwhelm Olivia's scent.

My eyes drift across her face as she looks at the floor, her arms wrapped around her stomach. She still hasn't moved, she's still squirming in her seat.

Dammit, I need to get the boat underway.

I pull the lever and the boat starts to chug, the engine protesting a bit before we start to move.

As I walk back to her, I try to fight every instinct I have. I'm an alpha, and that means my instincts are to fix things, to take care of her...

...to knock her up and then knock her up again.

That's what happens with omegas. They're ridiculously fertile, and once they hit their first heat--when they're ready for breeding--our alpha instincts go into overdrive.

When an omega is in heat, her body wants to be pregnant.

I've never met an alpha who can resist the urge to breed an omega. I need to be the first, if not for my sake, then for Olivia's...and for Phoenix, who's obviously smitten with the girl and is out on the deck hanging on by a thread.

"Hey," I tell her. "We don't have suppressants, but we have...other things."

I start to rifle through the medicine cabinet, looking for something--anything--to help. I dig out some anti-inflammatories, some xanax...but I don't really know what to do.

I've always tried to stay away from omegas in heat.

We have other people in our operation who are supposed to do things like this--shepherding omegas out of the city if they want to escape, led by betas or other omegas like them.

For Olivia to end up with three alphas taking care of her...it's bad news.

I turn around to pass her all the pills I can, practically dumping them in her lap before going over to the cabinet to pull out a bottle of water. I have to busy myself with something while we take the boat out to see...then I can go sleep on the deck--in the doghouse--along with Phoenix.

Olivia needs to be alone.

Even if I want her to be anything but.

She doesn't meet my eyes as I pass her the pills and water and I can't help but notice how she doesn't hesitate, but grabs both as if they're her only lifeline.

She's so desperate to get rid of this heat, she'll do anything.

And she's never been in heat before.

I am...the absolute worst person to guide her through this.

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