Page 39 of Omega Shattered
"Quinn, I need you to tell me what to do here," I begged, my chest aching at the thought of this little omega burning to death. I hated omegas, but maybe I didn't hate all of them after all. Or maybe I was still human enough that I knew she didn't deserve this.
I opened the door to grab some snow and pressed it against her cheek. It melted alarmingly fast, dripping hot water onto my chest. Leaving the door open, I kept applying more and more snow to different parts of her body as she whined and twisted against me.
Despite my best attempts, having an omega rubbing herself against me was getting me hard. It was inappropriate, but I was helpless to stop it.
Carefully, I tried to shift her away from my solid cock, but she seemed to gravitate back, pressing her pelvis against me and grinding. After a minute, it became obvious that she really was grinding, not just squirming in pain.
"Hey, no, you don't want that," I told her. "No alphas, remember?"
"Knot," she whined, her omega sound digging deep into my soul. "Please, River, knot me."
Closing my eyes, I tried not to explode right there in my jeans. She wasn't stopping. Her movement became stronger and harder, the friction bringing me to the brink. Her slick had long since soaked through the thin sweats Archer had lent her and my jeans were damp in front. It was almost uncomfortable and I was ready to rip my zipper down and sink into her warmth.
"I can't. I won't violate you like that," I groaned.
Quinn let out a squeak, pressing her pelvis down hard against mine and shuddering as she found her release. Slick gushed over me, running down my legs and soaking the seat.
Then she abruptly collapsed onto my chest.
"Quinn?" I shook her and brushed back her hair, trying to see her face. Before I could completely panic, she let out a little snore and I nearly collapsed in relief.
Cock still straining in my jeans, I wrapped my arms around the little omega and waited for someone to find us.
Chapter 21
Pain
All I felt was pain.
Then something cool wrapped around me and I felt some of my heat and pain seep away. My hips moved on their own, seeking something that I couldn't articulate. When I found it, that hardness that pressed just so into my clit, my body automatically ground against it until I exploded with pleasure and the pain briefly subsided, just a bit.
I woke to pain again, but this time I was aware that I was lying on top of a bare chest. River. He was holding me and I was naked from the waist up, though my borrowed pants were absolutely dripping with slick.
"Quinn?" He peered down at me worriedly.
"It hurts," I whispered. My core throbbed painfully, practically begging for a knot.
"Drink this." He sat up a little and held a bottle of water to my parched mouth.
I gulped the water down, feeling it hit my empty stomach. A whine escaped me when he pulled the bottle away, capping it again.
"You can have more when the guys get here." His hand lifted to touch my brow as he laid back down, cradling my head to his chest. "Do you feel any better?"
"No. So much pain." It was hard to get the words out, especially since my omega whine kept trying to escape. "I can't."
"Can't what?"
"Can't do this." My insides felt like they were burning with so much heat I was sure they were already turned to ash. The only places I felt almost normal were where my skin touched River's. It should repulse me, but it didn't. I wanted more.
"The others will be here soon, okay? Then we'll get you to the hospital."
I rolled feverish eyes up to look at him. He was blurry, but I could see his brow scrunched. "Please make it stop. I can't. I'm going to die."
It might already be too late. I could feel my body giving out, fatigue crawling over me and pressing me into his chest. "Knot me."
"You don't want that."
"I don't want to die."
