Page 21 of The First Alpha on the Planet
Long seconds passed as I rode through utter bliss until he jerked back, horror across his face as his knot pulled away while my cock retreated to safer depths.
The fucking I’d yearned for. The need I had for months? All gone. Sated. But that happiness lasted only a moment before Wallace’s broken pants and swears. “Fuck… Fuck…”
“Ideally, yes. Maybe in a few minutes. I want to enjoy this.” I writhed as my tail curled against nothing. It was as if pure ambrosia flooded my system. My tongue swam in sweet saliva, forcing me to swallow it away as I hungered to bite him as he’d bitten me. I craved his blood.
“Why would you?” He held a hand over his mouth and swore again, stepping farther away from the bed as my sensations faded, allowing me to sit up and stare him down.
“It felt good. I’m fine.” I ran a hand over my neck, reigniting the pleasure that drew a soft moan from my lips in an involuntary shudder.
“I—I don’t know you like…” He raked his hand through the growing short hair cropped across his smooth head and snarled, posture utterly defeated. “Why?”
“We’ve known one another for years. You were a member of my crew for two years before you joined Vil. Do you regret having sex?” I tucked my legs beneath me, tail going limp as I became very aware of the pool of cum leaking down my chest and slit.
“No! Just…” He gestured at his neck. “You wanted me to—I couldn’t help it. I tried to resist but—”
“It’s just a little nibble, Wallace. I’m fine, really.” I fought a nervous laugh because he was obviously stressed over what he’d done. “I like it.”
“I wasn’t ready to get married, Roan! I don’t know you like that!”
“Oh, for Progenitors’ sake, is this like that time with Gorm and the pink on—” I started, but he swore and glared at me.
“It’s like that butreal. That bite just genetically linked you to me. We’re biologically lifebonded!” He gripped his head and snarled.
My heart skipped a beat. “What?”
“The bite! For fuck’s sake, don’t you listen to the teachings, whereby the progenitors claim their bearer not by word but by blood, by tooth, and order?” He quoted that old shit at me, and I froze. Allegory, assuredly? But his words felt real, and my attraction, the feeling in me, drawing me to cling to him…
“Oh Progenitors… Why didn’t you—You did. Okay. You tried. You did nothing wrong.” I held up a hand to calm him, which seemed to do so marginally. “I couldn’t resist, either. I’m… I’ll look for a way to undo this. Hell, they can transform our entire bodies with some of Noel’s blood, why not undo this?”
Wallace shook his head. “I don’t think it’s like that. I—Vil and Noel looked into it at first. It’ll take time and will hurt. It’s… Best I can describe is it creates this instant bond that makes us incompatible with others, and it breaks your heart to sever it. We’ll have to stay away, or one of us die. And like, the omegashere were big on us not claiming any omegas… But I never felt the urge to do that, ever.”
“Maybe it’s only a sex thing?” I shrugged, my stomach knotting up.
“Let me…” He made a gesture in the air to summon a viewscreen and called someone on his list of contacts, muttering to himself, “Not an alpha, but he’s fucked enough omegas to know.”
Probably Gorm.
“Wot?” A viewscreen populated with a sleepy flesh and green scaled face. As I focused from the reverse side, in the background, what looked like half a dozen omegas snuggled into a pile.
“Busy?” Wallace stared at the scene without a blink of surprise or admiration.
“No. Already got all of ’em off. Prolly more than once. Right, boys?” Gorm’s tail snaked around in the background as several tails met his to give little squeezes and caresses. “Sup?”
“So, odd question.” Wallace’s eyes darted everywhere but at Gorm. A few of the omegas wore thick, beaded collars around their necks, covering the sensitive area where Wallace had bitten me. Instinctively, I reached for that spot as I thought of the many omegas walking about wearing them. Still, Wallace cleared his throat. “How do you stop from biting the omegas without the collars?”
“Wot? Bite? None of them is my mates, is they?” Gorm squinted at Wallace. “I’d have to force myself to do it if I wanted to claim a bloke that ain’t mine.”
“So you’ve never once felt the urge to?”
“Nah. None o’ these lovely boys is my mate. I done said it already.” He seemed to think on something for a moment before a lovely green-scaled omega slid into frame and smiled.
“Hello, friend!” He smiled, leaning onto Gorm’s side. “What appears to bring you unease?”
“Fel! I—” Wallace choked, and Fel’s face turned stone. “You’ve bitten an omega.”
“I’m sorry,” he said in a broken whimper.
“Fuck. There’s a few things we can do. Come on to the lab. I’m getting dressed.” Fel slid from the bed and went offscreen as Gorm’s face fell as if the lack of one more omega made him sad.
