Page 6 of Desperate Omega

“Heat,” says another.

A string of warm drool dribbles across my chest.

I hear the sound of tearing leather and the alphas rip away their own loincloths. Their massive hands keep me pinned. Even though I know it is pointless, I try my best to struggle against them.

My flailing hand brushes against something long and hard protruding from between one of the male’s legs. I grab that erect shaft and twist with all my might. Now two voices are howling in pain.

A fist collides with my head, making stars dance across my vision.

Through the ensuing daze, I can hear the alpha growling above me, telling me all the horrible things he’s going to do to my body. I am dimly aware of him climbing on top of me and forcing my legs apart. I just wish he would have knocked me out completely so I wouldn’t have to feel what he’s about to do to me.

Then a voice cuts through the night, as sharp as any knife.

“STOP!”

The voice is feminine, and for a moment I think it is my own, but I don’t have the strength to yell like that right now.

“Get off her, you idiot.”

To my surprise, the alpha actually obeys.

I hear softer footsteps moving through the darkness. A small, shadowy figure stoops and picks up something off the ground beside me. A metal clink tells me it is my lighter. The wheel scritches against the flint, and a flame appears, filling the barn with a soft, orange glow.

The person holding my lighter is an omega. She looks to be a few years older than me, and she is dressed in a two-piece outfit of animal hides similar to my own. Her body is voluptuous, her skin fair, her hair blonde and lush. She flashes me a smile, but there is no warmth in it. None at all.

“Hi.”

The alphas are scattered around the barn. One is leaning against the wall, clutching his injured penis. Another is lying on the ground behind the omega, groaning in pain. My spear is embedded in his shoulder. The omega hands my lighter to the third, uninjured alpha. The one who tried to rape me.

“Hold this,” she says.

Once again, the alpha obeys.

The omega walks over to the alpha with the spear in his chest, and she stands over him for a moment, staring down at him disdainfully. She grabs the haft of the spear with both hands, braces one foot against the alpha’s chest, and pulls the speartip free. The alpha renews his pained howling.

“Shut up,” the omega snaps. “You sound like a fucking baby.”

She lifts the spear and stares at the bloody point for a moment, then her gaze shifts back to me.

“You took down two of my alphas,” she says. “Not bad, for an omega.”

The daze from when the alpha struck me is finally starting to fade. I try to sit up, but when I do, the omega launches the spear at me. The tip buries itself into the dirt between my legs, mere inches from my bare, dripping sex. She shows me another psychotic smile.

“Please,” she says. “Don’t get up.”

I don’t. I’m tempted to grab the spear, but the uninjured alpha is crouching right beside me, watching my every move. He’s got one hand wrapped around his hard shaft, stroking it slowly. Precum leaks from his tip, and I look away in disgust, even as my nipples tighten with unwanted arousal.

“I want to fuck her,” the alpha snarls. “Please, Delphine, I want to fuck her so badly.”

“Not yet. Let’s find out what we’re dealing with before you go putting your cock inside her, eh?”

“But she’s in heat, Delphine! I can smell it! Please, please let me fuck her!”

“Oh, stop your whining, Anton. You can hold your seed a little longer.”

I can’t believe it. From everything I’ve been told, an alpha should not be able to resist the scent of an omega in heat. But there is something about this dark-haired omega that overrides the alpha’s primal urges. He stares at me hungrily as he continues stroking himself.

The omega crouches over my satchel and looks inside. After a moment, she pulls out one of my tools. The largest one.