Page 12 of The Accidental Omega
She seems uncomfortable with the nakedness, but I’m sure she’ll adjust. Besides, once we start to mate her regularly, we’ll be mostly nude in our home as well.
As Elizabeth sits nervously on a stool at the kitchen island, requiring her to climb up, I turn and pour her tiny bit more Obis juice.
“Hmm, omega,” Zallan says, his rich voice soothing, “I’ll arrange for some suitable seating arrangements for a being of your size.”
“Are you hungry, Elizabeth?” I ask and she looks at me, where I stand next to our cooling unit.
“Got nachos?” She asks with a giggle.
I frown and cross to her, taking her soft face between my palms. “Are you inebriated?” I study her pupils. They seem alright.
“Just a tiny bit,” our omega responds, tossing back her dark brown hair, effectively pulling herself away from me in a non-offensive manner.Smart creature.
“What are nah-chos?” asks Zallan seriously.
She waves a hand, “A food from my planet.”
I frown. “If you greatly desire them, please, explain them to me, so that I might recreate something similar.”
She looks between us, eyes solemn. “You really mean that?”
“Why would I not, omega? It is our job to care for you. To dote upon you and spoil you, to keep you happy.”
She looks down at her hand holding the glass and she tosses it back. I had been careful to only give her a tiny bit more and to cut it with water, so I’m not too concerned for her facilities.
“I’m good. Not hungry,” she says, staring at my still bare chest.
“The next part of your... orientation... to our home, ourlife, will take a bit of time. Are you quite sure?” Zallan asks. I can hear the need in his voice, however.
Zallan, as all alerons, is very disciplined. Focused. It took him nearly an entire revolution to show Wells his true needs, and he is the one who had approached Ryson and me with Wells’ profile.
Thus, the blatant desire dripping from every word he speaks to our omega takes me as a bit of surprise. Her pheromones perhaps?
Chapter Nine
Elizabeth
I’ve been on this planet for three hours tops and I think I might be dissociating a bit. I’m entirely too calm about all this: weird sun, forced nakedness, green alien wine, anest.
When Zallan says it’s time to head upstairs, I hop off my super-tall stool like a well-behaved pet.This might not be so bad,I muse as they usher me upstairs.
The door at the end of the hall is open, and I take in the giant circular bed, now all made up by Wells and Ryson. They are standing near the huge window-wall, looking at something in their hands, maybe about the size of a tablet.
Wells looks up and gives me a big smile, and I notice how curly his shaggy blue hair is. It’s pretty cute, if I can call a blue-skinned alien that stands nearly seven feet tall, ‘cute.’ His horns grow from in his hair, in a curve over the top of his head before flaring out in sharp looking ends. I wonder how dangerous those are.To me. In bed.
“Ah, omega, we were just ordering some rugs for the floor.”
I look down again at the rough hewn wood. “That’s really thoughtful of you, thank you.”
Ryson adds, “I built up the fire in here, so you won’t be cold. Let us know if you prefer it warmer or cooler.”
I nod and they all look at me expectantly. I look between them silently, trying to figure out what they want.
“Am I supposed to get on the bed?”
Wells answers, “The nest. Yes.”
“Okay,” I mutter as I cross the huge room. I notice my bag is sitting near a cozy looking chair by the fireplace. I climb up into the nest. It has a bumper all the way around the edge, perhaps to keep me from falling out, and I giggle at that. The blankets I had chosen had all run to rich reds and bright yellows, bolder colors than I would have expected but they felt right. I lean back on one of the thousand pillows I had picked and look up. They are still staring at me expectantly.
