Ziam tugs the door open, and sure enough, a small transport pod floats. I step forward and place my hand upon it, causing the lid to swing open. I grab both the manual and the wrapped package. Ziam taps a few buttons, sending it ‘home’ as I turn to Octavia.
“Here,” I say, handing her the large, slender book with ‘Endral Omega’ on the front. “This will hopefully help you become accustomed to our ways. Please let us know if you have any questions. About anything.” My mind jumps to the body diagrams our manuals included, hoping that her manual will teach Octavia about our knots.
“And here,” I continue, offering the package wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. “I was unsure of what you prefer, so I asked the alerons with human omegas what their omegas wear.”
She looks at me, a tiny smile lighting up her entire face. “Thank you, Atiox. Can I go try them on now?”
I frown, and reach out. Slowly. Very slowly, in case she says ‘no’ or pulls away. But she doesn’t, so I rest my hands on her shoulders. “Wedari, you don’t need to ask.”
She blinks rapidly, eyes dropping. After a sniff, she says, “What’s ‘wedari’ mean? It doesn’t translate.”
Lux grins. “Roughly, little ruler of my heart. It’s reserved for packmates that are dear to us. Usually only omegas, since it has an aspect of spoiling or caretaking to it.”
Octavia lets out a giggle. “So... pampered princess?” Her brown eyes sparkle as she looks between us.
We nod, smiling down at her.
OCTAVIA HEADS TO HERroom. We head to the kitchen to finish the coffee she and Ziam had been in the middle of making when the pod arrived.
“Show me, please, Zee,” I say, nodding to the coffee equipment. He grins and starts his lecture.
I’VE BEEN USING MYhandheld to communicate with the others that are working on the exploratory council regarding our omega rate. When I realize how late it is, I stand and stretch. I had shooed the rest of the pack to bed a few spans ago. Before I head up, I throw some more wood in the fireplace, having noted that Octavia seems to prefer it warmer.
When I get to the second floor, however, something catches my nostrils. I stop in my tracks. It’s the scent of my omega. The scent of my omega’s wet and ready pussy. My cock hardens instantly.
Oh, Zatura, is she in heat?Panic courses through me. I quickly take the stairs to the nest. I open her door, striding in as fear squeezes my chest.She is not ready.
Octavia, under the covers of the nest, squeaks. “What are you doing here?” Her face is bright pink in the candlelight.
“Are you in heat?” I ask, stepping forward.
“Stop!” she blurts. “No, I’mnot, I’m... just...”
I freeze as she had asked. I wait but no further explanation comes. I inhale again even as I eye the outline of her plush body under the blanket.
And then, I realize.She is giving herself release.
I bite down a snarl. I want my omega to come to me when she needs an orgasm. I have many I intend to give her.
But again, I think to myself how we’re doing this our way.
I take an exaggerated step backward as I begin to purr. “That’s a good girl,” I say roughly. “Poor, wet omega. Does that pussy need attention?”
Her eyes widen but she slowly nods.
“Go on then, Tavi. Use your little fingers on yourself while you think about our big alpha cocks filling you.”
A small moan escapes her plump, pink lips. I smirk and continue, “Fuck, wedari, you smell incredible. My omega, you need an alpha near you, for our pheromones, when you pleasure yourself near your heat. Or else, you will make it worse, do you understand?”
She nods, sparkling eyes wide. But her eyes take me in, dropping up and down my body, lingering over my cock.
“Oh yeah?” I ask. I gather my courage, praying to Zatura that I don’t scare her with this question. “Can I touch myself for you, baby? I’m so hard for you.”
Slowly, she nods.
The grin on my face is real and I reach one arm behind myself and pull my tunic up and over my horns. She stares at my bare chest, eyes darting to my nipple rings. I run my hand down the plane of my stomach, into my pants. “Just the scent of you downstairs had my cock at attention.”
She whimpers, body wiggling under the blankets.
