Page 49 of Ruined Omega

“We could turn around,” Baen suggests. “Return to the shelter. Reconnoiter.”

Tal shakes his head, scrapes the back of his hand across his darkly stubbled chin.

“No. Too far.”

“Then what do you suggest?” Baen says.

He is standing protectively at my side, so close I can feel the furnace-like heat emanating from his sinewy, half-naked body.

Tal points toward the mounting thunderhead, towering like a black anvil over the horizon. It dominates the sky like a misshapen mountain of cloud.

“We head east,” Tal says sternly. “Into the storm.”

Deep within that looming mass of dark vapor, silent lightning flickers like a reply.

“Are you nuts?” Baen half chuckles.

“Maybe. Let’s go.”

Before I even have a chance to question his plan, Tal has scooped me up and flopped me over his shoulder, and he sets off running toward the gathering darkness in the east. Baen follows close behind.

CHAPTER 15: BAEN

The wind howls over hills and stones. It whistles past my ears and pushes against my front, slowing me down. The trees at the edge of the forest dance madly, throwing off swirls of leaves. The first sprays of rainfall spit across my face.

Lightning forks across the black wall of cloud looming in the east, and for an instant, the dark landscape is lit bright as noon—brighter even. The thunderclap that follows a moment later is so explosive that it seems to come not only from the sky but from the earth itself. The air is laced with the scent of ozone and rain.

The storm is upon us.

I’m ahead in the scouting position again, sniffing for Farlanders, but it’s useless. I can’t smell shit in this whipping wind.

Now I understand Tal’s plan. It may be crazy, but it’s also ingenious.

The Farlanders will never be able to follow us inside the storm. The darkness will conceal us. The swirling wind and pouring rain will cover the scent.

The scent of the half-omega.

That’s how I think of her now. She is still an Outsider. The change is not complete. But it has begun, and it is only a matter of time.

I turn back to check on the others. They are not far behind me. Tal is charging forward across the muddy grass, his face stoney with determination.

I have to admit, that asshole is good in a fight.

Of course I experienced that first hand yesterday when we battled over Hines. I’m still ashamed about that—ashamed about the way that we nearly hurt her with our jealous rampage.

But now that Tal and I have fought together against the Farlanders, we are battle-brothers.

He is a warrior. I can respect that.

And I can respect his single-minded devotion to the half-omega.

He’s right. She must be protected at any cost.

Right now, the half-omega, Hines, is bent over his shoulder. The fair skin of her thighs is a stark contrast to Tal’s darker complexion. The baggy, hooded garment has ridden up her legs, revealing her plump luscious backside. Her thong of black lace conceals her holes from me, but her round, supple cheeks are on full display.

Even now, in this desperate situation, my cock throbs at the sight. Two beats of my pulse, and it has grown as rigid as stone, tenting my loincloth.

Source, I would like nothing better than to bury my pole to the root between those soft cheeks. To see them jiggle as I slam my pelvis into her over and over again.