Page 39 of Dark Company

The omega looks up at me, her eyes widening. No doubt, I’m the first one to ever admit something like this. I’ll never confess the horrors of my room and the humiliation of being milked, but she needs to understand that I’m floundering here in the worst possible way.

If only Karis weren’t so delectably distracting. It’s not just the rut; it’s her. Even now, her body still clenches around mine, robbing me of the clarity I need to match wits with this harpy. It’s only when I mention my utter failure with women that she softens up towards me.

I stifle a groan out of respect for Karis’s privacy. She didn’t choose to have her body displayed like this, with me sweating over her like a beast. The least I can do is give her the dignity of not falling apart and fucking her in front of the hostile omega. Granted, a big part of me wants to do so, if only to show off my possession of Karis in front of the omega that thinks she still has a chance.

Need twists around my spine as I look over at the interloper, detesting the fact that she wants to talk about this. Now, of all times. Unfortunately, still being in the throes of the rut, this is the most conversation I’ll probably be able to have until I’m more coherent. It seems where Karis is concerned, I’m able to flip a switch. I never knew I could go from raging monster to tender caregiver until her.

No doubt once I know Karis will be okay, the beast will take back over, demanding his satisfaction. But just being here like this with her, with her body wrapped around mine in this sensual embrace… it is enough.

“Does this mean you do not know how to care for an omega? Did the High Echelon not teach you?”

Anger slithers along my veins, dragging a growl from my chest that I don’t even realize is there until I notice the omega cowering before me. Pulling it back in, I rest my hand on Karis’s breastbone, letting the steady rhythm of her heart lull me back into that peaceful repose.

“I was trained for war, for protection, never for an omega of my own. I helped guard the High Sanctum, but I was never allowed inside the bowels where the omegas were kept. I am a High Echelon Guardian Alpha.”

Once more, her eyes widen as she shuffles backwards. “And Leon is as well? You two are the most massive here in the camp. That’s why I’m assuming.”

“Leon as well,” I confirm, focusing back on Karis. It’s her that’s keeping me sane, keeping me stable. She’s the only reason I can converse with this woman instead of succumbing to the rut once more. “We are the only two left. We killed the rest of them.”

“Then it’s true. Stanlion has indeed fallen, as you’ve said.”

“Not fallen. Transformed. We are no longer ruled by the High Echelon, for they are all dead as well.”

The pressure around my knot begins to lessen as we talk about the new Stanlion, allowing me to pull out from Karis. Staring down, I watch as our combined fluids flow out of her and stain the blankets. Fuck. Those will have to be changed now. Pulling away, I grab a clean blanket and wrap it around my hips, unwilling to allow another female to see me in my nakedness, whether or not she prefers women over men.

When I reach out to move Karis, the omega lays her hand against my forearm and arrests my movement. “Leave them. She will be comforted by your smell. They will aid her in making the nest. In fact, as disgusting as it sounds, the more of your seed you can pour onto her or into her nest, the better she will be for it. It will allow her to walk amongst your men unmolested. They will smell you on her as a deterrent.”

Reaching between Karis’s thighs, she brings my hand down to the puddle of slick and cum and makes my fingers into a scoop. “Rub this into her, onto her. She may hate it, but with so many Alphas and beta males around, it will keep her safe. As you know, you are both unable to eat, but she can be sustained by your cum. Pour it down her throat as often as you can. It will make her strong.”

With her guidance, I drizzle the sexual mixture onto her stomach and rub it into her soft skin. Already, my cock hardens once more, and I know I’ll need to fuck Karis again soon. “How long will her heat last?”

Despite relishing the idea of being between her thighs once more, the need to get us back to Stanlion still niggles at the back of my brain. This omega is correct. Karis is not safe here amongst the men, and it doesn’t matter how much cum I pour onto her body. It will never be enough to satisfy me. I want her somewhere safe. Somewhere I know she’ll be able to walk about without fear.

“We don’t know. Since this is her first, it could break tomorrow and come back in a week. There are too many unknowns. It varies from omega to omega, but no studies have really shown what it’s like for someone that’s had suppressants for most of their life.”

“Have they altered her, do you think?”

The omega’s soft chuckle skitters down my spine, like raking the hair of an animal in an unnatural direction. I don’t want this omega’s laugh. I want Karis’s. I want her everything. Her tears, her smiles, her soul, and by the gods, I will have it.

“If you’re asking if they made her less pliant, then probably. She lived her life as a beta, never having to kowtow to one such as yourself. If you’re asking on a more physical level, we just don’t know. Take good care of her, and she should come around. Oh, and she’s fine. Merely sleeping. Now that her fever is broken, she should be all right.”

Relief floods my body, making my knees weak as the omega walks out of the tent. My Karis is going to be okay. Dropping back in between her knees, I scoop more of our combined essence and massage it into her body. I no longer have the rut to blame for any of my actions.

It’s need, pure and simple. I thought once the omega left, I’d succumb back to the beast, but he’s nowhere in sight. I did this. Remorse at taking her innocence, at marking her beats at me, like an icy fist slamming into my chest, but I can’t regret any of it.

Granted, if I had the respirators in, I could have withheld a lot longer, but all the omega did was speed up the inevitable. I wanted Karis from the first moment I saw the stubborn set of her jaw. Deep down, I wanted her for my own. I just didn’t allow myself the pleasure of dreaming that we could ever be together.

For one, I thought she was a beta, and no beta pussy would be able to stretch and expand to accommodate me like Karis’s did. Her body welcomed me into her, begged for me even. It was like the melding of two halves into one whole. Granted, the fact that she was in heat probably made her so delirious and pliant, allowing me to take liberties with her that might have been more difficult if she was in her right mind.

We’ll just have to wait until after her heat has broken to test that theory. Will the terror of my size make her hesitate, forcing me to claim that pussy as my own once more? Just the perverse thought of holding Karis down and forcing my attentions on her makes my balls draw up so achingly tight. What the fuck is wrong with me? I shouldn’t want to cause her discomfort.

And yet, in the harsh light of rational thought, I realize that’s exactly what I want to do. I want to tame this little hellion, molding her into a docile, submissive omega, but just for me. She can mouth off to whoever she likes. But for me… for me, she’ll spread herself wide, begging for my cock.

I’m entrenched in her body. She can no longer hide her pleasure from me. I’ll know soon enough what makes her tick. Though I may be inexperienced, there’s something to be said of having the insight of the bond. As I reach out to slide my hand over her breastbone, I can feel it quivering inside me with delight.

Her body, at least, craves my touch. Whether her mind likes it also is yet to be seen. Now that I’ve seen to my orgasm, I’m able to think far more clearly. With Karis asleep, I can allow myself to explore her and learn her without any judgment or condemnation if I get something wrong.

I reach out for her hand, cradling it in my own. Her hand is so tiny in my fist, as if I could crush it with one tight grip. Hell, everything about her is so small and delicate, but somehow, her body aligns with mine. It fits against me as if made for me and me alone. I was never one to believe in fate, but seeing her lying here, I’m tempted to rethink things. Could the gods really have smiled down on me and given me my perfect mate?