We walk on a bit, searching.
“Is that...” I trail off as I squat down, brushing my hand over the small plant covering this part of the uneven forest floor. It’s soft and squishy, a pretty yellow color. “Moss?”
“This word does not translate,” Ziam says quietly. “But let us sit. This buttercress is a perfect place to rest a bit.”
I smile and sink down, settling myself in a little moss-buttercress covered groove between the glohas roots.Ziam has already drilled the knowledge of what a glohas tree looks like into me.
I look up, and through the boughs, I see a moon. A pink moon. I gasp in wonder.
Ziam blinks at me, smiling. “Are your moons not visible sometimes during the day?”
I look at him. “Plural? We only have one. But yes, we could see it in the daytime sometimes.” I add, “It’s grey, not pink.”
“That is Iorura, our second moon. He follows Iofane through the sky, keeping her safe,” Ziam tells me, a gentle look on his face. “He is an alpha to Iofane’s omega.”
“I thought one of you mentioned a moon goddess?”
“Zatura. Yes, she is represented by Iofane.”
“Wait,” I say, confused, “Your most powerful goddess is an omega?”
Ziam gives me a look, lips pursed. “Of course. Are you under the impression that omegas are weak? That omegas are...” he waves his hand, “I don’t know, theleastimportant in our society?” He shakes his head firmly, horns tilted towards me. “What a silly notion, wedari. Omegas are the life givers. The centers of our homes, ourlives. We would die for them. Of course they hold more power than alphas.”
I smile at him as I consider it. “I suppose I can see that,” I say softly as my eyes rove over his body. He had taken off his apron and hung it from a branch before sitting, so he’s in his linen-looking trousers and a loose shirt, sleeves rolled up, his dark blue hair a bit mussed and a lovely contrast to his pastel skin.
Suddenly, my mind is deep in the gutter as I stare at his forearms and the prominent veins there.I always loved a man’s forearms.And the veins always make me think...
A low purr, topped with a masculine chuckle emerges from Ziam. “Sweetheart, I am so pleased that you enjoy how I look.”
My eyes snap to his face as I feel myself blush. Shit. This goddamn smelling my wet pussy nonsense is gettingrealold.
Ziam chuckles again, seeing the annoyance on my face. He slides closer to me, hand going to my face. “Let me take care of you, omega. That is my role in the pack, after all,” he says in a teasing voice.
I lick my dry lips. “I suppose I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble with Lux...”
Another big grin. “Yes, I might.” His hand slips around to cup the back of my head. “May I kiss you, Octavia? May I touch you?”
I swallow hard. Lux had been incredibly skilled with her tongue and hands. In fact, I got myself off in the shower to the memory of it this morning. I think their sex pollen is working because I’ve never been this horny in my entire life.
“Alright,” I say, even as embarrassment fills me.
“No, now, none of that, wedari,” he scolds gently as he gets onto his hands and knees in front of me. He crawls closer, his tail sliding under the hem of my dress. I look down to see it gently working its way up through the folds of fabric.
My attention is pulled up when Ziam cups my cheek and turns my face to his. “Do not hesitate, my brave omega,” he purrs, our lips nearly touching. “Follow your instincts.”
He waits, of course he does. I smile softly and lean forward, into the kiss.
It’s the perfect first kiss. Full of desire and excitement and unhurried. When I feel his tongue press to my lips, I open my mouth, heat curling into my core at the memory of what Lux could do with those tips.
Ziam climbs over me a bit more, and I feel his tail against my bare thigh, pulling my awareness back to it.
“Your pussy smells fucking delectable, Octavia,” he whispers in my ear as his hand cups the back of my head. I turn my cheek into his palm, and he kisses and nibbles at my neck as I feel his tail slide down, around the back of my thigh. I moan and at that, Ziam seems to snap.
He presses me back into the buttercress as he purrs, one hand still cupping the back of my head carefully as the other slides down my side.
“Zatura,” he breathes, “your entire body is luscious. I cannot wait to see you nude and spread and ready for me.” His kisses are a hot trail down my neck. My legs spread without thought and Zee purrs harder.
“Alright, sweetheart, I’m going to use my tail in this crying little pussy of yours. And when you’re ready to beg for my mouth, I’ll give it.” He smiles, a harsh edge to it but before I can fully process, I feel his tail slide up my wet lips.
