Page 6 of The Accidental Omega
I snarl then, too, my instincts flaring, and the shorter Olush puts up his hands in a gesture of peace.
Nara strides forwards, quickly unbuttoning his top, yanking it off. He places it over our nude, sleeping mate.
The Olush speaks calmly, wings held low. “I am the only medic trained with such small sentient species. We thought it best, given this is our first human to arrive, that I be on hand.”
Zallan snarls but I step to him and place a hand on his arm.
I say quietly, “We would not have wanted her harmed for lack of foresight.” My voice is tight, “Thank you.”
Ryson has crossed to her and is stroking her pretty brown hair back gently, a look of awe on his face. “Is she well?” He asks without looking away from her.
“We believe so, her vitals are all within normal range. Her belongings arrived safely.” He gestures with a wing. “She arrived a quarter turn ago.”
“A full quarter turn? Why is she not awake?” Zallan snarls, hands clenched into fists even as I stand next to him.
A shrug. “Not sure. Perhaps her species are particularly sensitive to molecular travel. Or maybe a bit too much medication was used. Either way, I expect her to wake soon.”
At that exact moment, the little omega moans. My cock instantly hardens at the sound that could easily be mistaken for a noise of pleasure.
I am wondering if my mates had the same reaction when Zallan roars “OUT! Both of you!”
“She’s probably just responding to the scent of us,” Nara murmurs comfortingly as I hear the door shut behind the Olush.
Nara continues calmly, “Humans do not have packs. As with a few of the other planets the Concord has encountered, we believe this is due to the lack ofanyalphas on the entire planet. Meaning, most of their species are betas, with the rare omega, such as our mate here.” His bright blue eyes turn downward to take her in again.
Nara is a third, a charax. It’s no surprise that his paperwork included such details.
Her head turns slowly, her silken hair sliding over the edge of the table. I cross to stand by her feet. Her skin is the most unusual shade of light brown or maybe even pink. I’m not sure how I’d describe it. It’s similar to a beudi fruit, but I’ve never seen it on any alien before.
Her tiny feet have five toes, unlike our four, and the nails are a bright red.That’s odd, given her coloration.
Zallan and Ryson stand near her face and Nara holds her hand tenderly. Her head turns slowly and a tiny pink tongue emerges from her mouth to wet her lips.
Shocked, I whisper, “Do you think her cunt will be pink too?”
“Shh,” Zallan admonishes.
She squirms beneath Nara's shirt and her head tosses. Suddenly, her eyes snap open, revealing a rich, wet, brown color that I am immediately taken by.
She freezes, then her hands fly up, holding the shirt to her chest as her eyes flick between us.
She licks her lips again. I can scent the need of my pack increase.Perhaps the idea of what her tongue might be doing soon. This omega is already driving us wild. Is it simply because she’s an omega? Or because she’s ours?
Other omegas smell delectable, I admit, but this is beyond that. I want to rut her into the ground as she screams her pleasure around me.
She sits up and Zallan places a hand upon her back to help her. I see her tense but she says nothing. Her eyes are wide, pupils blown, but her chest rises and falls at a reasonable enough rate. At least, I think it’s reasonable for her species.
I look to Nara, who is calm.If he’s not concerned with her health, then I won’t be.
She looks between us slowly, wide eyes taking us in. I consider she’s probably never seen an off-planet species, given that her home is a Class C.
Poor thing is probably feeling really lost right now.
“Are you... Pack Gathea?” She asks, voice high and clear.
I smile without any thought, and see both Zallan and, more surprisingly, Ryson, respond similarly to our mate.
“We are, little omega,” Zallan answers quietly, “Are your translators working?”
