Alpha Siege (Omega Mates #1) - Pearl Tate Page 0,37

clutches at my shoulders, I sneak my left hand around the back of her ass and dip my fingers to the trail between her ass cheeks.

When she doesn’t answer my question, I urge her with firmer prodding to both of her openings. “Others? You mentioned… others.”

Stuttering slightly, her eyes widen, and she tries to pull away, but I’ll have none of that “I can’t… can’t think while you’re doing that. What… what’s going on? Why do I feel so…”

“I don’t know? How do you feel?”

“I’m not sure how to say it…” Sunny looks conflicted as I continue to play gently with her body. “I guess… I’d just say horny?” There’s no translation for the strange word that she uses. I’m not exactly sure what she means, and she must realize that when I don’t respond. “I feel almost like I have cramps… my low back…”

Nodding, I’m surprised she seems so out of tune with her cycles. Pulling her against my chest, I press her face to my neck, lifting us both from the water. “I believe you’re in heat. I’ll get you food, and we’ll retire to my tent.”

Sunny’s frozen in my arms, her body stiff as she glances around. She’s wondering if we still have an audience. “I’ve sent them away. They’ll give us privacy and guard the perimeter until I tell them differently.”

Storming through the flap of my tent, I lower her onto my bed. I’m shocked when she immediately rolls, attempting to climb out. Grabbing her ankle, I yank her back into the middle of the bedding. “Stay here, and I’ll return with food shortly.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

- Sunny

WOW! THIS GUY must be used to being obeyed without question because he doesn’t even stick around to make sure I don’t move after he basically commands me to stay on his bed. I want to get up, but it feels so wonderful to just lie down. If he wants to serve me food here, why am I arguing?

And this bed... if you can call it that… is huge! I guess that’s to be expected with his size, but it’s also round and slightly concave, filled to the brim with soft blankets and pillows.

Throwing myself into the plush surface, I twist around and try to peep through the gap of what’s essentially tent flaps, but he’s just outside with his back to me. There’s not much to see. Well, not much except for his vast body. Up close, he’s mammoth and more intimidating than anyone I’ve ever known.

“You better stay where I put you.” How does he even know that I’ve crawled to the foot of the bed to see what he’s doing? “You better stay there. Don’t make me punish you again.”

Freezing, a wave of heat flushes my skin as I think about the way he punished me before. He’s probably not kidding. “I’m not going anywhere,” I say, hoping the vague reassurance will keep me from being spanked like a naughty two-year-old.

Part of me wants to just curl up into a ball and go to sleep. I feel like I have cramps. The pain blooming low in my gut has me wondering what kind of alien ibuprofen they might have kicking around.

When he returns with a bowl in each of his hands, holding one out to me, it smells good. My stomach growls, but the hunger is competing with uncomfortable cramping that’s coming on so quickly, I’m a little worried. We’re in a tent! What are the odds they have tampons or even maxi pads?

Everything about the situation has been horrible. I’m used to my controlled, somewhat boring life. I have a schedule and know exactly what I should do at any point in time. Here… now, I’m drifting along at the mercy of the strange, alien people around me. And the longer I’m here, the more I succumb to uncontrollable impulses and urges...

Like what the fuck happened earlier? I don’t even remember deciding to go after that woman… it was fucked up. For whatever reason, something inside me snapped and…

Could that have anything to do with the way I feel now? This... horniness? Because this is way above and beyond normal sexual attraction.

And am I jealous? Please! Don’t you have to be attached to feel jealousy? I mean, I still see Nick occasionally, since he’s moved on to the choir director at our church. Cynthia, his new girlfriend, really is lovely, and I wish them all the best. Some things just aren’t meant to be.

I’ll be the first