Page 4 of Stray Omega

Then there was his face and his body, which were beautiful and nearly perfect in their symmetry, not twisted and hideous like most of the alphas the omega had seen.

And last, there were the piercings.

The Farlander alphas liked to adorn their ears and noses with piercings like that, but they used bones and bits of antler. These alphas’ piercings were different, fashioned from a hard, smooth, gleaming material she had never seen before.

These alphas were from the place of the high towers.

The omega’s heart thumped harder. The blood sped in her veins.

The biggest alpha—the one who had snorted a minute before—his body carried the most piercings. There were rings in both ears, another through his eyebrow. The omega let her eyes drift lower to his chest. The alpha had two more piercings there, one through each nipple. She felt a sudden compulsion to put her mouth there, to nip and suck and draw his flesh between her trembling lips.

Fool.

That was her heat speaking. It was already closer than she realized.

She needed to go. Now.

But the omega stayed frozen in place, satchel tucked beneath one arm. Her eyes lingered on the alpha’s impossibly masculine body. It was more perfect and enticing than anything she had ever seen.

Her gaze slid down the alpha’s carved abdomen. Even in his relaxed state, the muscles there were perfectly delineated in the pale glow of the moon. Her eyes dipped lower, tracing the angled lines from his hips to his groin. His sex was covered in a strip of thin animal hide, which was tented by the brute’s sizable arousal.

Apparently the alpha was dreaming.

The omega shook herself back to alertness. What was she doing? Every moment she lingered here brought her closer to being caught. It was time for her to leave. Now.

Yet somehow she could not drag her eyes away from that lifted loincloth.

She needed to see what was underneath.

Just one quick peek…

With the satchel still tucked protectively under one arm, the omega crept toward the sleeping alpha. Her free hand reached out gingerly and plucked the edge of his loincloth, carefully pulling it aside.

Her pulse quickened.

She had seen alpha cocks before, but they had all belonged to the ugly Farlanders. Horrible things, crooked and gnarled like tree roots.

But this one…

The shaft was mighty and thick, nearly as big around as the omega’s own wrist. It was not perfectly straight, but swept upward with a gentle curved, and the smooth skin was lined with branching veins that ticked with the alpha’s pulse. Atop this column of meat and flesh, his cockhead was plump and round. But the most incredible part was the glinting ring embedded just beneath his tip.

He was pierced there too.

Just like when she had smelled the food, the omega’s mouth watered. The slit between her legs watered too.

Movement. A growl.

Before the entranced omega had a chance to dodge or pull away, the alpha’s massive hand darted out viper-quick and seized her by the wrist. The omega’s narrow forearm fairly disappeared inside the grip of that meaty fist. With a startled yelp, the omega tried to pull away, but that demanding fist held her captive.

The alpha was awake.

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