Page 25 of The Accidental Omega
But I am horny as hell again, despite the one, single—I might be bitter—orgasm.
“Breathe deep, little wedari,” Zallan purrs, chest vibrating in the most wonderful way.
I do and I hear Wells from beside us, “I’m ready for food!”
I smile at his easy enthusiasm as Zallan starts for the door. I wiggle again, trying to get comfortable.
Zallan frowns down at me, “Are you hurting somewhere?”
“Uh. No.”
“Then what?” His stern voice asks.
“Just... um. These are... uncomfortable.”
They both let out a laugh.
“The rugs should be here today,” Wells changes the topic, the fact that I’m dripping around the toys probably not unnoticed by them.
“I can walk,” I say, though I have a solid idea that I won’t be put down.
“I like to carry my wedari,” Zallan says quietly.
I press my cheek to his chest, oddly content. I ask, still breathing in his lovely, indecipherable scent, “What does ‘wedari’ mean?”
Zallan is quiet long enough that I look to Wells, who raises his dark blue eyebrows and looks away. The silence stretches and I let out a little sigh, disappointed that Zallan won’t tell me.
Zallan clears his throat. “It is something like... little ruler of my heart. It is a term used with a smaller pack member, but usually only an omega.” He pauses. “A beloved one.” He flicks a quick glance down at me and I realize he’s nervous. “Do those words translate?” He clears his throat again, clearly distressed.
It takes me a moment to comprehend that the almost 8 foot alien is afraid I don’t like him and is embarrassed that he’s basically calling me ‘princess.’
I start to laugh, pressing my face to his chest harder.
But I look up and Zallan’s gaze goes distant and cold. I place a hand on his chest as I struggle with my laughter.
“No, no,” I get out between giggles, “I’m sorry, I love it. It’s very sweet. I don’t mind.”
He stares straight ahead, clearly hurt and ignoring my apology.
I place a hand on his cheek and wiggle up a bit to look at him. “Don’tdo that shit with me,” I say firmly.
He blinks, looking surprised. “What ‘shit’?” He asks, as we hit the first floor. Wells slips ahead to hold open the door to the kitchen.
“The blocking me out shit,” I say sternly. “It’s a very human-man thing to do and I didn’t put up with itthereand I won’t put up with ithere.”
I glare at the huge, ripped alien holding me like I weigh nothing, “I was laughing because I’ve been so afraid... of this, of this planet, this contract,you all, and here you are, worried that I won’t likeyou.It’s ironic, that’s all.”
Nara looks up, worry crossing his open face like a cloud. He’s the sensitive one, for all his telling me to shut up and take it, I’ve already figured out. Nara looks to Ryson, and I attempt to hold back my cringe.Nara is worried I’ll get punished?But then his eyes settle on Zallan, the concern for his packmate clear.He’s afraid I hurt Zallan’s feelings? I need to learn to read these guys. Or get them to talk to me.I frown.
Zallan lets out a noise like an affronted cat as he settles me gently on the huge chair. He leans in and kisses the top of my head, though, and I accept his apology-kiss.
Ryson eyes me and I glare. Seems better than cowering over a possible punishment. Besides, I’m still annoyed with him from last night.A bit, anyway.He smirks and turns away.
I wince and shift my weight, the large sex toys inside me uncomfortable on the hard stool. Wells catches it and snorts so I give him the stink-eye too.
“So...” I start, feeling like I should say something, “What’s for breakfast?”
“Hyras bread from yesterday, toasted, with some rytyl eggs on top,” answers Nara over his shoulder. I eye his silky hair, looking smooth and perfect despite last night’s, and this morning’s, activities.
