Omega Run, page 10
“Do you think they can be trusted?” Kresso’s expression was troubled. “Who is to say they do not try to kidnap Lyra? She is the only omega in existence.”
Lyra cocked her head and gave Kresso a deadpan stare. “Then, you will make sure that I have my weapon close at dinner. I wouldn’t want either of you hurt if things start to get a little bloody.”
“So violent for an omega,” Kresso chuckled.
“I need to be violent to keep the two of you in line.” She gave him a smile and batted her eyes innocently.
“You might be the one that needs to be tamed.” Mahel nuzzled her neck, his lips hot and wet, blazing a trail across her skin, causing her heart to beat a staccato rhythm.
Kresso knelt in front of her and parted her thighs, his fingers delving into her slick heat. When he leaned forward and captured her lips, she knew she was putty in their very capable hands.
“I’d really like to see you try,” she whispered, surrendering her body to the exquisite feel of their touch.
Chuckles filled the air.
Chapter Nine
Lyra adjusted the shoulder straps of the pale blue gown she decided to wear that evening. Whimsical flowers embroidered in silver thread dripped from the V-necked bodice down to the fitted waist. Delicate silver sandals covered her tiny feet, and strapped to her thigh, easily accessible by a split in her flowing chiffon skirts, was the Su’ath weapon they had taken from Himmy’s collection.
“You look stunning, Lyra.” Kresso’s green eyes held appreciation as his gaze travelled from her face to linger on her breasts then back up again.
“You smell incredibly luscious. And this dress...” Mahel brushed a wayward curl from her face. “You will make it very hard for an alpha to keep his libido in check,” he growled then stole a kiss before taking her arm. “Come before we offend the Su’ath by being late.”
“By all means, let’s not offend the enemy.” Lyra allowed her mates to guide her to the formal dining area. Three of the Su’ath had already arrived. The two females and one of the males. They were dressed formally in what looked to be military uniforms.
Mahel greeted them and then introduced Kresso and Lyra.
A tall female with yellow eyes and red hair stepped forward. “I am Captain Je’zera.” She gestured to the other male and female. “These are Sergeants To’fel and Az’rea. Ambassador Ka’tar and Commander Ja’mor will be arriving shortly.”
“I’ve never seen an omega before outside of a historical vid.” Sergeant Az’rea stepped in front of Lyra, reached her hand out, almost touching Lyra’s face, then dropped it when the deepthroated growls of Kresso and Mahel filled the silence.
“Down, boys,” Lyra admonished. “This is supposed to be a peace meeting.” Maybe the Su’ath weren’t all thugs after all. Lyra took Az’rea’s hand and touched it to her cheek. The female was quite beautiful, but even though she smelled nice, like crisp apples and warm cinnamon on a cold winter’s day, it did nothing for Lyra except make her hungry. She grimaced when her stomach growled. “Sorry, you smell like apple pie.”
The sergeant chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “This is a good thing, is it not?”
“If you were an apple pie, it would be.” Lyra grinned and released the sergeant’s hand then glanced at Je’zera’s and To’fel’s hopeful faces. Before she could say anything else, she caught a whiff of that delectable scent from the hanger, and all thoughts of food were lost in a haze of desire.
Nope, nope, nope, nope! Lyra closed her eyes and took several deep breaths through her mouth to squelch the fire that raged in her body. She refused to allow her hormones to interfere in such an important matter as peace talks.
When she finally dared to open her eyes again, Mahel and Kresso were greeting Ambassador Ka’tar and Commander Ja’mor. One of the two was the bearer of that scent, and she was determined not to let it get the better of her.
Mahel drew her forward. “Ambassador Ka’tar, Commander Ja’mor, may I introduce our mate, Lyra.”
The ambassador took her hand, brushed his lips across her fingers, then gazed at her with wolfish eyes. “You are quite enchanting, my lady,” he told her before releasing her hand.
His scent did nothing for her, and she could see the disappointment cross his features when he moved aside.
“Omega.” Ja’mor stood in front of her now, his scent wrapping around her in enticing waves.
The commander was tall and brawny with red skin and rippling muscles. His long black hair fell around his shoulders in tiny braids, and his amber eyes danced with mirth. By the gods, she wanted to bite him; instead, she glared at him.
“My name is Yten Lyra.”
“Yten Lyra... A beautiful name for such an exquisite creature.” His voice was a deep growl that rumbled from his chest.
The way her name rolled off his tongue made her shiver, and when he lifted her hand and kissed her fingertips, an inferno ignited in her veins. She fought hard to hide her reaction. “Not a creature, an omega, a woman with two mates. But you have wit and charm inverse to your size. Nice body though.”
“A-hem...” Mahel interrupted. “Why don’t we be seated? The appetizer will be served shortly.”
“Commander Ja’mor, you may sit next to me,” Lyra announced. She peered at Mahel and Kresso. Both looked perplexed, but neither seemed averse to the idea that she was showing interest in Ja’mor. Good, because this Su’ath was hers, and she was keeping him. She looked to her mates. “He smells good. Really good.”
“You MaKorith have obviously been keeping secrets,” Ambassador Ka’tar seated himself across from Lyra then took the glass of wine offered by one of the servers, and after taking a sip, he gestured to Lyra. “It is obvious you have stolen from us.”
“I am not property to have been stolen from anyone, Ambassador,” Lyra growled.
“Maybe not your spirit, Lyra, but the blank they used to create you was the property of my people,” Ka’tar stated.
Lyra grimaced. “Not just your people.”
“And the Su’ath have not developed the technology to bring souls into those blanks.” Kresso stood behind her chair, his hand resting on her shoulder. “Lyra or any of the omegas that may survive the soul transfer are not property to be owned.”
“How did Lyra come to be in your care?” Je’zera toyed with her wine glass, her expression closed. “The only known omega in existence. Surely the alphas of your species would not have allowed you to abscond with such a prize.”
“Mahel and Kresso are mine, as I am theirs,” Lyra stated vehemently. “I chose them to compete in the Omega Run based on their scent samples. They defeated a hundred other males and earned the right to be my mates.”
“Then, Omega Lyra, if the MaKorith would like to continue our peace talks, you must have a Su’ath as well. I can arrange a competition between the alphas.” Ka’tar gave her a sly smile. “Or we can dispense with the formalities, and you can mate with me.”
“No. No competition, and I’m not mating with you.” Lyra held Ka’tar’s cool gaze.
“My people mu—”
“I have already decided.” There was only one Su’ath Lyra wanted. She slid closer to Commander Ja’mor and let his scent tantalize her senses. “I will keep him.”
Mahel chuckled. “Well, I guess that’s settled.”
Ja’mour slid his muscled arm around her, leaned in close to her ear, and whispered, “You will not regret your choice, little omega.” A tremor racked her body when he nuzzled her neck.
“What of other omegas? You said others.” The ambassador’s voice pulled Lyra from her daze. “If we are to have peace, our people must be allowed to compete in future competitions.”
“I am sure our president will allow that, but we will have to hold the Omega Run in a neutral location.”
Ka’tar nodded. “That can be arranged.”
Lyra nestled closer to Ja’mor and tried desperately to keep her hormones at bay while her mates discussed future peace arrangements with the Su’ath. It took the full dinner hour and a video conference with Imko to complete the arrangements.
Finally, after dessert and a round of wine, the Su’ath were leaving. Well, except for Ja’mor. And as soon as the room was cleared of all but her mates, Lyra jumped the burly Su’ath male and overbalanced him onto the table. She whimpered, squirmed, and his hand explored before she got his suit open and got him into her. She shuddered, moaned, and circled her hips while he was deep before she lunged forward and bit him, locking him into her family and ensuring more omegas.
He was startled, and her dress was pierced when he returned the bite. Deep inside, she felt him moving without his hips participating. Oh, right. Shapeshifter. Was this what they meant? Something was shifting, and it hit that sensitive spot over and over.
She groaned and licked his wound while he got her higher and higher until she shrieked as her body held him tight, and his knot swelled.
Somehow, they had made it to the bedroom where they began cautiously until Ja’mor, Kresso, and Mahel figured out their positions, and the tail end of her heat took them over.
Lyra dozed in Kresso’s arms with her other mates around her. One appetite or another would wake her, and they would take care of her. In her other life, she would have imagined this scenario. She smiled.
She stifled a yawn and then shifted to look up at Ja’mor’s face. “What’s your planet like?”
“It is a beautiful place. Lush and green with many rivers and streams.” He shifted, rifled through his clothing that had been strewn across the bed, retrieved a thin tablet, then handed it to Lyra after touching the screen several times. “This is my home.”
Lyra gazed at the pictures in wonder. The city reminded her of images she had seen of ancient Babylon. The white-marbled homes nestled between huge gardens of flowers in many colours. Ivy dripped down balconies and pillars, and to her amazement, in the distance, an old stacked damn held sparkly blue water at bay.
“You’ll have to take me to visit.” That dam needed work, and she was just the engineer to bring it up to speed.
Ja’mor’s eyes glowed. “We will have to take a vote. By the way, why did you bite me? I am not familiar with the thought of omegas with mating teeth.”
“Well, I am the first of a new breed. Recycled omegas. Made from designs from at least four worlds with a soul from a fifth. I hope you are a fan of daughters.”
“All omegas?”
“Of course.”
He grinned. “Then, yes. Well, anyway, yes. I am excited at the thought of a family.”
Lyra glanced at his cock and smiled. “I can see that. I need to know. The Su’ath are described as shapeshifters. What does that mean?”
He grinned and transformed into a wolf-style dog, as big as the man, with three eyes.
Lyra laughed and buried her face in his fur. She couldn’t tell them, but she had a military man, free healthcare, and a dog. Even had three guys to boss around, which made her feel at home. Life was weird, but it was nearly perfect.
Authors’ Notes
Viola Grace
So, this started as a brain worm, and I had fun getting it to Himmy’s labour, but then I handed it off to Taryn because my brain broke. So, this has the potential to be one of six. If you want us to do it again, let us know on Facebook.
Taryn Jameson
I have read Viola’s work from her first release and have always enjoyed her fun stories and twisted imagination, so you can bet when she offered me the chance to work with her on Omega Run, I jumped at the chance. I hope you enjoy our joint efforts! If you do, let us know. We’d love to complete the potential six books in the series.
About the Authors
Viola Grace (aka Zenina Masters) is a Canadian sci-fi/paranormal romance writer with ambitions to keep writing for the rest of her life. She specializes in short stories because the thrill of discovery, of all those firsts, is what keeps her writing.
An artist who enjoys a story that catches you up, whirls you around, and sets you down with a smile on your face is all she endeavours to be. She prefers to leave the drama to those who are better suited to it. She always goes for the cheap laugh.
In real life, she is now engaged in beekeeping, and her adventures can be found on the YouTube channel, Mystery Bees Apiary. Just look for the cartoon kittens.
Taryn Jameson is a mother, artist, and avid reader who lives in an enchanted forest that sparks her imagination to create. Her latest outlet is the written word. She is the alter ego of cover artist Angela Waters.
Viola Grace, Omega Run
