Page 35 of Alien Desire
My neck itches like mad and wetness floods my underwear. Did I get my period? Was that why I’ve been so irritable? I’m sure I’m not due for another two weeks. But my mind is foggy and I’m finding it difficult to get a grip on my thoughts.
“No, Omega. You are going into your heat cycle. Your period of fertility.”
I don’t know what he’s talking about. All this rubbish about Omegas and mating. I think kissing Tor has given him strange ideas. And yes perhaps I share those strange ideas too, and the talk of mating and sex left me pretty flustered, but we are different species. We are not compatible.
Although right now I look at his long fingers and have a sudden urge, an overwhelmingly strong urge, for him to touch me where I am wet.
Fuck, I really really want him to touch me where I am wet.
What is wrong with me?
“I need to leave you and lock the door,” Tor says, his jaw tightening. “I can not be around an Omega in heat. It will drive me into rut and then…”
Then … Then ….
I want to know what happens after ‘then’. Ineedto find out what happens after then. I have no idea what a rut is but it sounds perfect.
He stands up and begins to walk away, and every single molecule of my body screams at me to stop him, to not let this Alpha leave me like this.
Alpha?
Since when did I start thinking of him as an Alpha?
“Wait,” I say, crawling up to my knees despite the cramps in my stomach. “Don’t leave me. Stay, please Tor.”
His hands ball into fists and colour crashes across his body. His tail whips around angrily. He screws shut his eyes and won’t look at me. “No, Emma,” he whispers. “I won’t mate you when you don’t want me to.”
Mate me? Yes, yes that sounds wonderful, amazing, incredible. Mating is exactly what I want to do. I scrabble at my underwear, trying to wriggle my shorts down over my hips. He needs to touch me and mate me.
I’m in a craze, a frantic, maddening craze. I need to come. I need to come now. I’ve never needed to come so badly in my life.
“Please,” I moan, kicking the shorts to the floor. I’m so wet between my legs, but it isn’t blood as I’d expected. It’s the wetness I get when I’m turned on, except there’s never been this much before. My body wants me to be fucked. It is taking over my brain, telling it exactly what is needed to take away this pain and this insistent longing.
He growls through his teeth and dark colours I’ve not seen on his skin before swoop like bats in nighttime skies. I whimper and shiver.
Then he comes to tower over me and I lie back spreading my legs for him, wanting him so badly to fill me up. I don’t care what with; his tongue, his fingers, whatever the damn huge thing I can see straining in his pants is. Actually, maybe that. I can smell it through his clothes and it smells divine, making me pant and dizzy and my mouth water.
“If I mate you, Omega, I will never be able to let you go. You’ll have to come with me to Astia.”
“Yes, yes, anything,” I beg.
“You don’t understand the consequences of this decision, Omega.”
Omega. The word makes me shiver all over. I want him to say it again and again in that deep, melodic voice of his.
“You’ll never be able to go home,” he says seriously.
I freeze.
Home.
It suddenly appears so distant. So vague. My memories of it I realise are growing fainter and fainter each day, sustained only by the computer-generated images.
I roll up and hug my knees. Big fat tears roll down my cheeks and drip onto my chest.
Home. Where is my home? Is it really the planet I left behind three years ago? Is it with the people I am severed from? Where do I belong? Who do I belong to?
No one. No where. I am alone in the universe. It is why no one has come to find me.
