Page 35 of Ruined Omega

He shakes his head.

“No. You are healthy.” He draws a deep breath. “I can smell that you are healthy. But you are going into heat, omega. What you need is a different kind of medicine.”

My heart begins to race as Baen’s hands drop to his hip, fingers unfastening the strap of his loincloth. Adrenaline courses through my veins, a mixture of fear and raw desire.

I shouldn’t want to see what is under that leather flap.

So why does my body tingle with anticipation?

Why does my mouth flood with saliva?

Why does that needy, hollow feeling below my tummy become even more deliciously painful?

“Oh God,” I gasp.

Another clenching of desire squeezes my innards as Baen pulls his loincloth aside and drops it to the floor.

The member dangling between his legs is long and thick and smooth. It bounces with the ticking of his pulse, and with each tick it rises, engorging with arousal until the erect, vein-riddled shaft is pointed toward the ceiling, revealing his ridged underside and the smooth, massive testicles hanging from his base.

Steel glints at his tip. Oh God, he’s pierced. A metal ring that passes through his urethra.

“This,” Baen purrs softly. “This is what you need, omega.”

My hand is still stretched weakly toward the pill bottle. Baen moves his hips so that his throbbing cock is pressed into my open palm instead.

“This is your medicine.”

“No,” I whimper and shake my head, but I don’t draw my hand away. I can’t. In fact, I find my fingers curling of their own accord, wrapping themselves around Baen’s meaty girth. His skin feels blazing hot against my cold fingers. The steel piercing at his tip is hard and cool.

Baen begins to rock his hips, fucking my fist with long, slow strokes.

“Yes,” he whispers. “You need this. You know you do.”

My conscious mind sends the signal to my fingers to let go, but somehow they have the exact opposite response, gripping him even tighter. My mouth waters and my body thrills at the slip of his hot flesh against mine. The way that the velvety sleeve of his outer skin shifts over his rigid inner core sends tingles down my spine and all through my core.

I think of how that piercing would feel inside me. How perfectly it would abrade my tender inner tissues.

That hollow feeling within me intensifies. It burns like a wildfire—a fire that can only be extinguished with Alpha seed.

No...I mustn’t give in to this desire, this heat.

There’s still time. The transformation is still incomplete.

“Baen,” I plead. “My pills. I need my pills.”

Even as my lips are begging for the medicine, my little hand has taken on a life of its own, twisting and stroking Baen’s hot naked length as he continues rhythmically thrusting into my fist.

“You don’t need pills,” he growls. “You need to come.”

He moves, slipping his cock away from my hand, and to my surprise, my lips actually gasp with disappointment at being deprived of that astonishing member. But my disappointment is short-lived, and I gasp again as Baen’s smooth palm begins gliding over me again.

“I will make you come,” he whispers. “First with my fingers, and then, when you are ready, with my cock.”

He emphasizes that last statement by gripping and brandishing his pierced erection.

His hand sweeps over my skin, moving in wide circles and figure eights. He touches me everywhere, my belly, my ribs, my tingling breasts.

His primitive fingers fumble briefly with the catch on the front of my bra. He’s probably never seen clothing like this before, and I think he will be thwarted. But with an annoyed grunt, he simply pulls harder, breaking the hook and ripping my bra open.