Page 36 of The First Omega Made
It was far less interesting than the weapon I thought it sounded like—shitty staged reality television doling out paternity news and drama.Gross.
“What’d I miss?” Gorm came jogging in and stood in the doorway, giving Doc an up and down look. Then, before speaking, he did something that actually impressed me.He looked around, lower to the ground.“Nex around?”
“Asleep in the other room.” Noel gestured toward the quarantine room.
“Sweet. We having an orgy, or is Merriel fucked up again?” Either way, he’d have fun.
“I don’t participate in orgies, and if I did so, it would be with one who bathed far more frequently than yourself.” Noel glanced Gorm up and down, sneering as he gave Noel a lewd tongue flicker.
“May want to keep your dick in your pants after you hear what’s up,” I said, giving Gorm a hard stare.
“Oh shit, do we got a disease or something?” He pulled the waistband of his pants out, staring down as if he could see whatever malady that might have spread. “I had gozmits once, but that was ages ago.”
Noel’s face screwed up and Doc leaned over, muttering, “Space crabs.”
“Ah.” Noel nodded sagely. A quiet ding emanated from somewhere and the scoreboard for space tallies went up.Nice.
Noel eyed it warily and ignored it. Probably for the best.
“No, it’s not a damn disease.” Doc sighed and crossed his legs, sitting tailor fashion on the examination table, his color paling by the moment as our bond hummed a subtle unease. “Just sit down somewhere.”
“I know what this is about. Noel’s known since the other day, so I have to ask—we going to have a fight, Sarge?” Vil stared me down.
“Not in the least. I am happy.” I offered him a toothy grin. “But not interested in a mate.”
“Whoa, okay, something heavy. Are you wanting me to like mate in your threesome here or something because like—I’m a free lizard, if you know what I mean.” Gorm held his hands up. “These scales are public property.”
“So, I am telling you this out of good conscience. I want you to know I expect nothing from you. You can ignore this situation entirely and I will not fault you.” Doc leaned into me as I approached and entwined our tails for comfort.
Gorm glanced around uneasily as if sizing up his competition and scoping out the exit.
“So. Mating is one of the things besides a season that can instigate an omega’s heat.” Doc took a calming breath and squeezed his tail. “And I had a heat, with Sarge.”
“Okay…” Gorm blinked, eyes wide and clueless.
“And a Naleucian omega needs a beta and an alpha to breed,” Doc continued, bracing himself.
Gorm did as he was advised and sat down, going for the floor rather than scrounging for a seat. “So, you want me to fuck youwith him and be your sperm donor? Sounds fun. I’m in.” His tail twitched with interest behind him.
Doc eyed me, a single brow raised.
“Maybe in the future?” I cleared my throat. “But that’s good to know.”
“Naleucian omegas can hold onto sperm for a time after having sex. How long of a time, I’m uncertain, but likely longer than we went between…” Doc gestured toward his belly.
Gorm stiffened, tail slapping the floor. “Fuck yeah! I finally knocked someone up on accident!”
Vil snorted. “What?”
“Nah, that’s like…on my bucket list. I’ve got this huge document saved on my drive listing out all the sex shit I want to do before I die—preferably doing something dirty—and one was knocking someone up, so fuck yeah! Woohoo!” He threw his hands up and kicked his feet excitedly. “Merriel! Knock that off my list! When do I get to be a deadbeat dad?”
Doc and I exchanged uneasy glances as our bond erupted in confused chaos.
“Probably a week or so before the egg arrives.” Noel’s estimate was spot-on. “So, Sarge would be the Affa and Gorm the Bana—alpha and beta parents, respectively. The omega is Ota, but that’s what I remember from my studies.”
“Bana… Yeah. Bana Gorm! I like it. What do you want me to do?” Gorm sat up straighter, tail twitching.
“Nothing. I wanted to inform you and ask you what you wanted to be involved with.” Doc stared Gorm down, disbelief still in our bond.
