Page 27 of The Accidental Omega
He nods, too smug for life. I bite my lip.
I pause a moment but then I huff. “Ugh.”
That earns a pleased grin from him, “I’ll be back from my workshop at meal time. Educate yourself, omega.”
As soon as the door shuts, I grin like a fool.
As if learning would ever be a punishment for me. I put the magic glasses on and grab the top book.
I STOP TO STRETCH WHENNara checks on me, leaving me with a glass of cold water. But the next thing I know, I’m chewing on the end of the pen-like thing and I hear a noise behind me. I jump.
“Oh,” Ryson’s voice is contrite, “I’m sorry Elizabeth, I didn’t mean to startle you.”
I blink, kind of surprised by his easy apology.
He peers over my shoulder at my stack of notes. His big blue arm reaches over me and lifts them, flipping through my copious notes with bullet points and arrows and underlines. “Hmm, my dear, this doesn’t seem to be a punishment for you.”
Dammit. I had wanted him to think it was.
He chuckles, taking my chin in hand, “Don’t pout, omega.” His face is soft as he stares into my eyes. “Come, have lunch, I have some questions for you.”
I nod, sucked into his gorgeous eyes. I pull off the glasses and stand. Ryson scoops me up into his arms.
I squeak and he starts to purr. I place a hand on his chest over the pretty light gray tunic he’s wearing. “I can walk...” I say softly, but a traitorous part of me is liking this being considered so precious that they want to carry me against them.And unusual that Ryson the hardass would do it.
“Yes, I know, but I needed to smell you. You need to come out to my shop, get your scent in there. I thought I wasn’t going to make it until lunch.”
I tilt my head to look at him. “Why?” I ask, confused.
“I was worried about you. I couldn’t smell you, and your pheromones have my instincts on high alert. I... was afraid something had happened to you.”
I purse my lips so I don’t start smiling. “Andwhatwould have happened to me?”
He shrugs as he shoulders open the door to the kitchen, “I don’t know. Raids are no longer a thing, haven’t been for many generations, the large predators of the area stay well away from Celnoe alphas, and I don’t imagine you are going to run off.” He peeks down at me, mischief in his face. “Are you? I don’t mind the idea of chasing you through the Glohas trees.”
I grin back up at him, liking this side of him, and shake my head. He eases my feet to the floor. Before I can say anything, Nara is against me, leaning over to kiss my forehead.
Geez, these guys. They’re a bit much but I think I like it.
“Bend over the table, omega,” Nara says quietly.
For a moment, I get excited, thinking I’m about to be fucked, but then I remember his ‘role.’
I hesitate and Nara makes a displeased sound while I sense Ryson tense. I frown but turn and bend over the tall table, up on my tiptoes.
“I...” I start but a firm slap on my ass shuts me up. I look over my shoulder, surprised it came from Nara.
He raises an eyebrow. “I told you, any of us may ask you to see this sweet little body whenever we wish it, and youwillobey. Further, I think it’s time we let you know the rest of this expectation. You’re to grant release to any of us whenever we ask it.”
Zallan and Wells have slipped into the room and I grumble, my feminist instincts kicking in, I guess. “Whenever? When I’m sick? In public? When I’m sleeping?”
Zallan snorts, clearly hurt, “We’d never ask that of you when you’re ill.”
I wait for him to continue. But he’s silent.
“The rest?” I yell, anger running through me.
“Well, of course when you’re sleeping,” Wells says, tone flippant. Like it’s nothing.“We’ll prepare your body and mount you while you doze, take you, finish you, clean you if needed, while you rest.” A shrug. “It is normal for omegas who have fully bonded with a pack.”
