Page 42 of Alien Desire
“You already said Alphas and Omegas are stuck together for life once they mate.”
I bristle at the choice of her words. But I let it lie. She knows so very little about what it is to be an Omega. But then I also was ignorant of certain things until only a few hours ago.
“Yes, because an Alpha will claim his mate — bite her mating gland and activate the bond between them — when they mate. The bond is powerful and cannot be broken without irreproachable harm to both mates.”
“Oh,” she says, thinking.
I lick her gland, smearing my saliva over it and she shivers. Talking of this has me wanting to do it and I force my mouth away. Instead, I let my fingers trail down her body, discovering again the silk of her skin, the valleys and peaks of her body, the sweeps and the curves, the velvet texture of her nipples, and the soft sensation of the curls between her thighs.
I draw patterns over her skin, I mark her with my name, I write out statements telling all others that she is mine. The lull of my fingers over her body sends her drifting off to sleep.
I lie in the stillness, the only noise the rush of our breaths and the faint churn of the generators.
I am changed.
Everything I have ever known has been false, everything I was ever told lies.
I am in a new universe indeed, where everything is the same, yet different. A slightly different hue, a slightly different flavour, a slightly different pitch. The differences are miniscule and tiny, but the impact vast.
How have I lived all these years and not known the pleasure of another being’s touch? How have I been ignorant of the pleasure that can be gained from my touch pleasing another? How can I ever return to the life I was living? Starved of the simple necessity of holding another in my arms, of pressing my mouth to theirs, of tasting them?
How can I return to a world where copulating with an Omega is an act purely for mating when I know how earth shattering it can be?
I did not know so much ecstasy existed in the confines of my own body. I did not know that the key to unleashing it all was my cock and the lock the wet, ripe cunt of an Omega.
I stroke back her hair from her face, her skin hot to my touch, and she stirs, moaning in her sleep. I can smell how sweet she is and I’m harder than I’ve ever been. I’m desperate to wake her and have her again, the thought making my mouth water.
But I need to stop acting like a lustful animal, and start acting like the good, responsible Alpha I should be. So carefully, I slide my arm out from under her, careful not to disturb her, and tiptoe out of the room in search of water and food.
When I open the door, I nearly trip straight over the large figure of Fluffy, laid out dutifully. He lifts his head and glares at me beneath the curtain of his fur and quickly I shut the door before he has the chance to sneak into the bedroom and wake Emma. He throws me another sinister look and drops his chin back to his paws.
“Too bad,” I tell him, “you’re not getting in.”
Although, once I’ve gathered the supplies I need to feed the Omega, I realise that with him blocking the doorway, I’m not getting back in either.
“Move,” I bark at him. His eyebrows twitch but otherwise he remains in place. “Move,” I say again, nudging him gently with my toe.
He lifts his head and growls softly at me, as if he doesn’t want Emma to hear. We have to pretend at least to get along.
I try to step over the hulk of his body, but the growls grow more menacing and he bares his teeth at me. I have a strange impression he knows what we’ve been doing in there and he wants to prevent any more of it.
At this point, Sheila intervenes cheerfully. “A reminder that the pet has not been fed in the last twenty-four hours.”
“He’s an animal. Doesn’t he feed himself?”
“I have no records or intel on what this species eats in the wild.”
“So I must feed him?”
“Space Cadet Steele feeds him regularly every morning. But Space Cadet Steele is …” the computer whirrs for several moments, obviously struggling to find the internal vocabulary.
“Unwell,” I eventually tell her.
“Space Cadet Steele is unwell and unable to feed the pet this morning.”
“Fine,” I say, dropping the supplies to the floor. “What does Space Cadet Steele feed this thing?”
“Space Cadet Steele has been feeding the pet the tins of stewed steak.”
