Page 21 of Dark Company

If he could control himself around other omegas, then it must have been because of me. There’s something tainting me. Perhaps it’s my innocence. To my knowledge, all the other omegas that are of age no longer have that barrier. Once I am rid of it, then I shouldn’t be a siren call to anyone else.

Grabbing the edge of the blanket that rests on my chest, I pull it up to my chin, wishing to hide. The ceremony can’t be here quick enough. This damned barrier is ruining my life. If relief is the reward given by Xiarius, then he can have the damned thing. It hasn’t done me any good to keep it. When the curtains part again, it’s Alexi that ducks inside, her eyes searching my face before coming fully in.

“The Clan Mother said she told you I’m from Stanlion. I understand the turmoil that plagues your mind. But trust me when I tell you, living here is unlike anything you can ever imagine. If you can just let yourself exist in the protective bubble of this commune, you will be afforded so many freedoms that you won’t know what to do with yourself.”

Reaching behind her back, she pulls out a dark dress and holds it in front of her. “You are to be the one with the Clan Mother as she utters her judgment. Those that condemn others must wear the black shroud of Otyx. It is in his name that all crimes are punished.”

Great, yet another god I was never told about. Or is it that this commune takes the gods of Stanlion and mixes them with their own? I would think their names would have come up in my classes, yet a few of these are foreign. Then again, I could have easily missed it. That’s the price I pay for never paying attention in class.

Rising from the bed, I turn to face the back as I reach down to gather the fabric of my dress in my hand. The idea of undressing in front of someone other than Annora is odd and unsettling. Once more, my pulse pounds in my ears as my nakedness is revealed to Alexi. It seems so wrong, so taboo for her to see me like this. Is she turning away as well?

I glance back and watch as her hungry gaze devours my flesh. Pink stains my cheeks as I slip the dress over my head and toss it onto the bed. In Stanlion, it wasn’t odd for genders to form attachments with those of the same sex, but I never had those attentions turned onto me.

She does nothing but stare at the swell of my ass as she hands me the black mass of fabric, but it is enough to set the pulse between my legs to throbbing. Perhaps this is another symptom of being intact. I’m so desperate for any sort of sensation that I find myself pulsing for another woman.

Until this moment, I never considered those of the same sex to be desirable to me, and deep down, I still don’t, but I’m so desperate, so needy for some form of relief. Seeing as Alexi no longer has her barrier, she’s free to explore and do as she pleases. Yet, I’m still stuck in this limbo where I both need and hate the idea of sexual satisfaction.

“Please -.” The word tumbles from my lips, but I stop, unable to voice what it is I’m asking for.

“Don’t worry, Karis, you’re not my type. I prefer brunettes and women with a little more meat on their bones. I just like admiring the beauty of others, no matter what gender it comes in.”

“Hey now.” I drop the outfit on top of the discarded dress and turn around, hands on my hips. “It’s not my fault I’m so skinny. Blame the damned omega gene in me.”

Instead of answering, she slides up next to me, her breath hot against my bare shoulder. She eases her hand around my waist and pulls me close. Unlike Brennen, she pauses each time before touching me, looking deep into my eyes and giving me a moment to say no.

“There are other attributes I admire, but I don’t see a fat cock hanging from between those pretty little thighs of yours. Though I crave women, I do need to be filled beyond capacity now and then. However, if you were just a little less naïve and a little plumper, I’d so have my way with you. Do you enjoy the idea of being pleasured by women, Karis?”

Without waiting for my answer, she reaches up and pinches my nipple, forcing a lurid groan to spill from my lips. Am I enjoying what she’s doing because she’s a woman, or because the need to have hands on me, any hands, is overwhelming?

“It’s okay Karis. You can like cock. It won’t hurt my feelings at all. But trust me, when Ladria and I help stretch you out, I’ll be enjoying myself immensely. I’ve been wanting to see those pouty lips of yours.”

Turning in her arms, I stare at her, unsure of what she means. Reaching up, I graze my bottom lip with my fingers, judging to see whether I’m indeed pouting. Her soft chuckle pebbles my skin as she moves her hand much lower. She doesn’t touch my divine anatomy. Instead, she grips the hair just above it and tugs.

“These lips. Now come. The Clan Mother is waiting for you.” Alexi throws a smirk over her shoulder as she turns to give me privacy.

She’s never been this bold with me before. Perhaps it’s because we’re alone? Wetness once more gathers at my thighs as shame floods my body. Any good feelings that she aroused in me are gone as I search for a towel to clean myself with. Fumbling to grab a small piece of linen on the medical counter, I jostle the metal tray full of tools, sending out a clanging alarm to anyone in earshot.

When Alexi turns, her smirk is changed to concern as she stares at me, clutching the cloth like it’s my salvation. “Are you injured? What’s going on?”

I can’t tell her. Knowing her, she’s so knowledgeable that she could easily help me, but I don’t want her knowing this secret shame. She doesn’t let up, however, and steps closer, her eyes searching for any sign of harm.

“It’s nothing. I just have to clean myself.”

“But you don’t look dirty to me. Well, maybe your feet, but that’s the nature of living in sand.”

“No. Not there.” Red tinges my cheeks as I back away from her. “Somewhere different.”

Her brows scrunch together as she tries to puzzle out my words, but then she looks down at the place of my humiliation. Turning my head, I’m helpless as she pulls the rag away.

“You’re an omega. That’s just your body responding to stimulation. It’s natural. And trust me, when you slide down that massive cock, when you feel that stone stretching you until you’re about to break, you’re going to want all the lubrication you can produce. When Ladria and I help prepare you, we will do the best we can, but it will not be our pussies up there. It will be yours, and this wetness will help ease the passage.”

Her words alone produce more of the strange wetness until my inner thighs are practically coated. Gritting my teeth, I clench, hoping to relieve the pressure building there, but it only makes it worse.

“May I?” Alexi looks deep into my eyes, her stare boring into my soul. “Just say the word, and I will stop. I will not touch you; I’m simply going to make sure you’re not injured. I know your mind likes to go to the worst possible scenario.”

Her smirk belies the sharp prick of her words as she stands there, arms crossed. Unable to speak, I nod and bite down on my lower lip. Sure, in school, the girls would talk about things they felt down there, but we never explored ourselves or each other. I hate the fact that Alexi knows far more about my anatomy than I do.

Her soft hands rest on my shoulders as she urges me back down onto the bed, shoving away the dresses before pushing my back flat against the pillows and blankets. I’m unable to enjoy the softness with the way my insides twist and squirm. The more she touches me, the more that damned wetness flows from my body.