Page 34 of The Accidental Omega
“Staaaahp,” she says, “It’s just a saying.” She waves a hand, clearly trying to make Nara understand it is not a failing of his.
Our chatting slows as we start to eat. Elizabeth makes pleased noises as she tries everything. Nara watches her closely, probably still feeling worried about her earlier comment. Since Autious has now set, the clearing is dim, lit by our large fire.
“When is the next day to go to the town center?” Elizabeth asks between bites of her meal.
“Tomorrow,” I answer easily, “But we are not expected.”
“Why not?” She asks, sipping water.
“We have been blessed by Zatura with an omega. We are secluding.” Zallan says it like it’s obvious.
She blinks, absorbing that as I wipe up the last of my ferczen fruit.
“Sooooo.... What are we supposed to be doing during this secluding?” She finally asks.
“Filling you with seed,” I answer flatly, fluttering my eyes at her in a flirtatious manner.
Her eyes widen even as Nara says, “Helping you adjust to life on Celnoe. Helping you adjust to being a pack member. Training your body to become accustomed to our pheromones. And our cocks.”
She coughs on a sip of water. But she recovers and her rich brown eyes peer around the table. “Why am I not getting any dick then?”
Zallan purrs, the rumble starting in his chest. “Is our omega in need of release?”
“Absolutely not,” Ry snarls. “She is due a punishment and my attempts at denial are spoiled by Nara and his belief that she needs relief when upping her trainers.”
“That’s bullshit,” she snaps.
I look between them.I think Ry is figuring out that any human word before ‘shit’ is just a descriptor and means Elizabeth is being extra obstinate.
He arches an eyebrow, “If you think so, then it is likely a good punishment method for you. I don’t want it to be something you enjoy too much, otherwise what kind of deterrent would it be?” But an unexpected look crosses his haughty face.
She narrows her eyes. “I understand your logic but I don’t like it.”
Ry chuckles. “But perhaps we can allow release after a few ruined orgasms.”
“Well. That sounds more like it,” she says, with an incredibly beguiling look.
Nara laughs and stands to gather plates.
“Soon, wedari,” Zallan promises, his tail curling up.
I stand and grab a striker. Nara walks to the house to deposit the dishes. I strike the stone a few times and the fire is crackling happily in the firepit, instead of just under the grill.
Zallan crosses, sitting back in his chair by the fire as Iorura becomes visible over the mountains.
“Gorgeous,” Elizabeth murmurs as she stands, eyes on the moons.
Ryson looks to Nara, emerging from the house holding some trainers and lubrication.
“Over the table, my dear,” he says, a testing edge in his voice.
She turns, eyes on him as she saunters to the table. She bends smoothly, lifting onto her tiptoes as she bends over the tall, for her, table. Her eyes are still locked on Ry.
He purrs happily, “Such a good girl, my dear. Maybe I can lessen your punishment if you’re going to be so obedient.”
Nara places the trainers down and unstraps Elizabeth’s harness.
“Keep your eyes on me,” Ry orders in a low growl as he crosses to the other side of the table, “Or I will bedispleasedwith you, Elizabeth.”
