Alpha Siege (Omega Mates #1) - Pearl Tate Page 0,44

bars that taste just like Nutri-Grain chocolate chip. My favorite.

“So… you don’t want me to go sightseeing?” I’m only joking, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned over the last few days, the Alta people don’t really get jokes. They’re very literal, but maybe that’s because I’m new to the language. Hard to say.

“I’m not kidding around. You’re tiny, and my people are not, Sunny. I cannot be everywhere to defend you, and you’re way too small to protect yourself. I’ve had to save you multiple times already.”

Wow. Rub it in a little. “Okay, Okay.” Does he have to be so dire?

“I’ll be back shortly to share my body with you. I’m definitely looking forward to feeding your tight pussy my fingers.” I blush at his crass talk, but I don’t know why. He’s gotten progressively more outspoken over our time together. Especially since he figured out, it makes me wetter. And over the last three days, I’m sure everyone in the encampment has heard me screaming my orgasms. It’s impossible not to!

“Despite the fact that I know you’re trying to distract me with sex, you realize that you’re going to have to let me out, eventually?” The soft purr he’s been using to soothe and admittedly, subdue me, morphs into a growl that has his lips pulling back from his teeth. Why does even that turn me on?

Snarling slightly, he pulls me into his arms. “You know that you won’t be going anywhere without me. I’m the only one that will ever know what it’s like to be buried inside your body.”

I can’t help but wonder about their society. Comments like that make me think I need to be worried about being taken advantage of by just going outside. I don’t really have time to quiz him on it because he’s climbing out of our bed as he says, “You won’t be leaving me, Sunny. I’ve already declared that you’re mine and mine alone. I’ll explain the mating to everyone eventually, but until then, they need not know all the details.”

I don’t understand all the secrecy, but I roll my eyes and blow him a kiss then wave him away. “Go do your work… commitment… stuff. I’ll be here… sleeping, I guess.”

I watch his back as he gets dressed in his little wrap-around skirt and then leaves the tent, the multiple flaps overlapping at the door. Calling this large room a tent is actually deceiving. The entire enclosure is easily twenty feet square. Dark wood bracing holds up the heavy duty fabric, and the inside is decorated with numerous trunks holding everything from blankets and pillows to some valuable items I’ve never seen before and have no idea what they are.

From what I can figure out, they migrate, searching through the ruins and debris of the previous societies from before some kind of war. Yesterday, Kaneer said most of their travels revolve around visiting specific cities where they connect with communication hubs that send them instructions into a device that looks like a cross between a phone and a tablet. When I first saw it earlier this morning, I thought maybe they’d have the Internet or something, but it doesn’t appear to work like that. It’s pretty much just like an email device.

I don’t understand all the logistics, but I know a few things about them so far. Number one, they’re super religious. That brief rumble and prayer that happened with his buddy Pascel on our walk back here was just one of three times a day they pray like that.

Even during sex, if the ground vibrates softly, then they all kneel to pray. There was only one time it happened when he was outside the tent talking to some of his guys, and I peeked out to see everyone else in the encampment had dropped to their knees too, just like they did before. He recites the same prayer every time. Some kind of prayer to a mother god or goddess.

Honestly, I’ve never been exposed to any religions besides your fundamental Christian gospel church, so I don’t even pretend to understand what their religion might be about. At this point, I have a lot more important things to think about. Like how I’m going to get away from him and this encampment long enough to find the other women I arrived with.

I still have the strange compulsion to move in one direction, and it makes sense to try to at least find them. If we’re together, we’ll be