Page 25 of Shared Omega

“It won’t be that simple,” Sloane says. “Just because I’m an…omega, that doesn’t mean we can just waltz into town without any of the native Alphas taking notice.”

“I never said it would be easy,” Frostgrave replies. “But if you are careful, your new physiology will allow you to penetrate the Alphas’ culture and retrieve Lily O’Neal. Rescue, I mean.”

I laugh coldly.

“So basically you’re telling us you won’t rescue us until we’ve completed the mission.”

“It’s the only way,” Frostgrave demands.

He’s acting as if his hands are tied, but this is fucking extortion.

I turn toward Sloane and we stare at each other for a silent moment.

“There is another matter,” Frostgrave continues. “Now that you have mutated, Sloane, your body will be experiencing intense hormonal changes…as I’m sure you have already noticed.”

I don’t say anything, but Frostgrave is right. Every time I breathe, the faintest whiff of Sloane’s scent sets my blood on fire with lust for her. Huddled in the cramped space of the cockpit with her, it is even worse.

Her natural omega perfume is exuding from every crevice of her body, warm and sultry—from beneath her arms and between her gorgeous legs.

I can smell her need. Her cunt.

Beneath my skin-tight shorts, my cock is painfully hard.

And I know that Sloane is feeling it too. It’s obvious from the way she keeps stealing furtive glances at my body while her perfect teeth worry her plush bottom lip. Every chance she gets, she seems to find an excuse to accidentally rub up against me, brushing her bare arm against mine.

I wonder what kind of thoughts are running through her omega mind right now. My own thoughts are too obscene to even put into words.

“Sloane’s body is experiencing estrus,” Frostgrave goes on. “Her body is pumping out pheromones that are a signal to any Alphas nearby that her body is ready and ripe for breeding.”

He pauses. Despite his grave tone, I swear I catch the faintest flicker of a smirk at the corner of his thin lips.

“In layman’s terms,” he says, “Sloane is going into heat.”

Sloane turns to me again with a frightened look on her pretty face. Her pupils have become dilated. All that remains of her irises are two wire-thin rings of intense blue.

“What can we do to…remedy the situation?” I ask.

“Come now, Dog.” Frostgrave says. “You’ve studied all about Alphas and omegas. You know that the only way to diminish the symptoms of estrus is through intense and prolonged stimulation.”

“Stimulation?” Sloane gasps.

My ears pick up a sound—a howl in the distance outside the ship. It’s getting late, close to midnight, and the crescent moon is already high overhead.

The last thing we need is to get caught out here in the dark by another pack of feral Alphas.

“I’m looking at the satellite map of your region,” Frostgrave says, as if reading my mind. “There appears to be an old abandoned house due west of you in another clearing. You can seek shelter there for the night. The structure should help contain the scent of Sloane’s estrus until her needs have been…sated.”

I don’t look at Sloane, but even in my peripheral vision, I can see her face turn a deep shade of warm scarlet in the cool light of the comm screen.

“That’s assuming the house isn’t already occupied,” I mutter.

Frostgrave nods and strokes his hoary white goatee.

“Yes,” he agrees. “It will be necessary to proceed with caution. But you must hurry and hide yourselves as quickly as possible. Tomorrow, you can go north to reach the city. Good luck and Godspeed. We’re all depending on you.”

The monitor goes blank.

I say Frostgrave’s name again, but there is no response. Apparently he’s said his final word on the matter. There will be no rescue until we have acquired our target.