Page 51 of Ruined Omega

“I said half-omega. And believe me, if you could smell yourself you would understand.”

I’m grateful for the concealing darkness. It hides the blood rushing into my cheeks—a mixture of embarrassment and anger.

Part of me wants to tell him off, but a cramp of desire twists my insides, and it’s all I can do to keep from doubling over.

Shit. This heat could be the worst one yet.

“I’m taking care of it,” I whisper.

I spill three pills into my palm and toss them into my mouth. I swallow them dry and they stick in my throat. I don’t know if Tal senses this—I’m not sure how he even could—but when the lightning flashes again, I see him gathering rain water in his cupped palms.

“Drink this,” he says.

I tilt my head back, and he drizzles the cool fluid into my open mouth. Some of it trickles down my chin. I swallow.

A moment goes by, then another. The ball of tightness squeezes in my core again, but it quickly passes. I’m getting better again. But for how long?

Baen snuffles the air, and I flush with renewed embarrassment. I know what he’s smelling.

I draw my ankles back to block my crotch.

“The Outsider medicine isn’t working,” Baen says.

“It is working,” I insist. “I can feel it. Just give it a minute.”

A low, gut-clenching howl drifts through the depths of the forest. It sounds like a wolf, but something tells me its not.

“We may not have a minute,” Tal whispers.

I say nothing. The edge of my need is dulling, but it’s taking longer than before. It’s because we are deeper inside the Zone now, and the contamination is stronger here. I could take more pills to speed up the process, but they are already running low.

More howls answer in the distance.

“They are out there,” Baen says in a hushed voice. “The Farlanders. Tal, we have to do something. Those Farlanders may be stupid, but they can smell a cunt in heat from fifty miles away. The storm will only throw them off for so long. The half-omega will draw them right to us.”

“I told you,” I blurt, “I’m not—“

Before I can finish, a sharp pang of estrual need stabs at my womb. The inner channel of my vagina cramps, bending me in gasping agony. At the same moment, lightning and thunder explode overhead, answered by a chorus of chilling howls. They seem much closer now.

Tal growls.

“Baen is right, we have to do something.”

“I’ll…I’ll take more pills,” I stammer, struggling to recover from that unexpected spasm of need.

“Fuck that,” Tal grumbles. He catches my hand and shoves it and the pills back into my pocket. “We’re going to handle this the old-fashioned way.”

He lifts me easily and sets me on his lap. I gasp as my butt slides against the long, hot rod of flesh straining to burst through his denim. My sex clenches again like it is desperate to grip around that hard member.

“Oh God,” I moan lightly. “Tal what are you going to do?”

“What I should have done already. I’m going to make you come. You need this release, Hines.”

My legs are unconsciously spread, and Tal’s hand dips between them, lifting the front my hoody and exposing my wet panties. I swear I see Baen’s eyes flash in the darkness in front of me.

“No,” I gasp.

My one hand is still stuffed deep inside the pocket of my hoodie. I push it down, covering myself.