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Adam laughed. “I always thought that was such an odd colloquialism. Registering ownership of an Omega is about so much more than yourheat. But, if you want to think of yourself as my gorgeous little sex toy that functions exclusively as a cock sleeve one week out of the month due to your biology, you’re more than welcome, Chastity.”
His cock was back in her mouth before Chastity could protest further, and she squeezed her eyes shut again even as the heady scent of Adam’s cock filled her nose. She wanted to protest, she wanted to tell Adam that she wasn’t going to let him officially register her with the state and let everyone she had ever met know about her status, their relationship, and the way he owned her…
But she knew that she would never make it through the words. Not convincingly. The feelings that she was harboring, the ones that she had yet to have the courage to bring up in front of the man who owned her… he would hear the stutter, the uncertainty in her words in a second. He would ask her why she was trying so hard to convince herself that she wasn’t an Omega. Wasn’t already his in all but formality.
So she swallowed hard and breathed through her nose and moaned around Adam’s cock and prayed that he wouldn’t probe too deeply. Not yet.
“I… yes, sir. I understand. When are we…” Chastity managed to gasp the words when he pulled his cock out of her mouth again, stroking it a few times in front of her nose as she swallowed the extra saliva in her mouth to stop herself from openly drooling.
Adam smiled at her. “As soon as I come down your throat, sweet girl. Get to it. We have an appointment.”
* * *
“Is this really… necessary?” Chastity asked the question from behind the glass, the sound of her voice attenuated by the enclosure she stood inside. Every few seconds, the camera lens, spinning on an elaborate armature would snap a picture.
The registration office was spacious, but had the musty smell common to all ancient buildings. Thankfully, he was the only Alpha registering an Omega that day.
“Be quiet and still, girl.” Adam gave her a slow shake of his head, a subtle but clear warning. “Behave.”
“Just a few more seconds, Mr. Morgan, they require photos from multiple angles.”
They needed a lot more than photos, Chastity first having to stand utterly still inside that prison of glass in the registration office while the machine surrounding it ran a full body scan. For what reason, he hadn’t the first clue, but he wasn’t going to protest it.
A blood sample, hair sample, and fingerprinting had preceded her time in the imaging machine.
It was all part of the process. What came afterregistering her was what he was fixated on, to the exclusion of nearly all else.
This was a huge step, and something he never really considered as something he’d actuallydo. It was one of those ‘someday’ things, almost a fanciful aspect to it. It all seemed… theoretical, in the same way Omegas seemed theoretical to those Alphas who’d never actually scented one before.
“All finished,” said the registration office clerk, a gaunt man with a long nose and a ponytail of salt and pepper. He stamped the registration book—which was reminiscent of a passport—slipping it into an envelope and sealing it shut. Sliding it across the chipped green marble countertop, the clerk’s gaze flicked over to Chastity as she stepped out of the imaging enclosure. No doubt his eyes had zeroed in on the snow white long-sleeved top she wore. The almost paper-thin fabric did nothing less than highlight in stark, mouthwatering relief the prominence of Chastity’s perpetually rock hard nipples, the darker hue of her areolas a clear shadow under the top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, of course, and her big breasts swayed pleasingly as she closed the door behind her.
“Very pretty animal, sir.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
The clerk tipped his head toward Chastity. “Your Omega.”
“Yes… yes, I suppose that’s one way of looking at her.” But she was far, far more to him. Whether or not that was smart, or wise, was a consideration quite beyond him now.
Somehow she’d gotten under his skin. And it wasn’t just their sexual connection either. This was farmore than that now.
“Her entry will show in the official registry within the next forty-eight hours, In the meantime, it’s best to keep a close eye on her.” The clerk held up his fist to his face, yawning. Adam marveled that such a duty could ever become as pedestrian as it so clearly was to this man. “The introduction package should arrive in a few days. Further details regarding the contract parameters and requirements will be included with that package. Give our office a call if you have questions about them.”
“Thank you,” Adam said, his gaze fixed on Chastity. He turned and guided her from the room, a hand clasped at her neck. The clerk droned something toward him as they walked through the door, but Adam was too focused on the female now officially in his thrall.
A heat contract was, more or less, state-sanctioned ownership of an Omega by one or more Alphas. It held real legal consequences in that it made the safety, training, and discipline of the Omega registered now officially and completely the responsibility of her Alpha. It was never something to be taken lightly, and it certainly wasn’t as far as Adam was concerned.
What was not officially spoken of, but was nonetheless true, was that the status of a heat contract allowed the Alpha to do anything at all—short of permanent physical harm—to his charge. For all intents and purposes, a heat contract was a legal deed of ownership. More than a partnership, more than marriage. A legal collar that bound the Omega to her Alpha. Permanently.
Taking her downstairs, passing more than one person whose head turned at the energy between him and Chastity, Adam guided her out onto the sidewalk. The rain had blessedly stopped, the sunshine beating down upon the city, light wisps of steam rising here and there from the concrete.
“Walk with me,” Adam said, taking her hand and dragging her behind him as he strode across the street. The registration office was part of a massive administrative building in the downtown core, but directly across the busy thoroughfare was a tree-lined park with lush emerald, here and there dotted with brilliant reds, yellows, pinks, and flame oranges of blooms, their colors somehow even more indelible and striking in the afternoon light, with the sultry note of the air from the evaporating rain.
Leading her down one of the gravel paths that snaked its way through the trees and the verdant lawns, he intended to cut through the park, making better time toward getting back to his vehicle and avoiding the crush of people along the bustling street.
“Adam, wait.” Chastity tugged on his arm, and he stopped, turning to her.
Her eyes were big and bright as she gazed up at him, the breeze catching a wisp of her dark hair at her forehead. “I… I need to ask something. The truth.”
