The Omega Fire (Book Three of the Omega Game Series)

Chapter 11

Nira

The Naccarash Road

Present Day

    It was one of the best and worst nights of my life.

    The best because I didn’t stop climaxing.

    The worst because I soon learned that Aros was a tyrant in the privacy of closed doors. He had total control over everything. From the kisses he gave me to the most superficial caress that could stimulate me beyond limits. And he was an expert in the field of f*****g. He had mastered it. A thought that was as maddening as irritating. Aros didn’t just know how to please a woman. He was the pleasure that he gave. He enjoyed building my climax by levels and then when he finally had me where he wanted he would keep me in that state for as long as he wished.

    Aros didn’t take my clothes off and never let me move too close to his body. He didn’t let me touch him, except for those rare instances in which I was allowed to touch his head while he licked my entrance in hunger. I felt that he was being careful, regulating how much he could take and give without losing control of the situation. We were playing a dangerous game but I knew that he was holding himself up, being as respectful of me as he could in the circumstances. He was an insatiable Alpha and even if we didn’t consummate our union and didn’t kiss I had no doubt that if I was ever his I would be completely his. 

    His eyes turned inky black at some point during the night, right between his constantly sucking and his overstimulation to my nether areas. I climaxed constantly. And he did so too. Every time his c**k tensed and started dripping his milky essence I grew furious, watching it go to waste over the carpet. It was the most confusing mix of sensations. By the time dawn came and found us covered in sweat and panting I was even more confused than in the moment I'd walked into his tent the night before.

    “Aros, we need to stop this madness,” I murmured right after he had milkied another climax from my core. His large hand was caressing the folds of my entrance, slowly, reverently. I looked down and found him kneeling between my open legs. One hand on me and the other one stroking his barbaric c**k. His black eyes focused on me and he growled, showing me his fangs. I rolled my eyes and rested my weight on my elbows, “Fine, you are the one in control while we are in here. Tell me how I can get you calm so we can leave for the day.”

    Aros seemed to analyze my words and then he shook his head to the sides. For a flash of a moment his eyes returned to his natural deep blue color and then flashed back to black. He was trying to control his Alpha instinct but it seemed hard to do so. With a growl he pushed himself away from me, letting his hand linger the longer over my s*x before he growled and stepped back. His hand twitched, as if it had a mind of its own and wanted to return to my body. He was pacing the tent now, his hands opening and closing in fists.

    And then he finally stopped and looked back at me with those blue eyes that had me angry, irritated and wanting at the same time. His entire body was readied and tense and his eyes were fixed on my s*x. I had every intention to cover myself but my Omega instinct was responding against the idea. I knew at an intrinsic level that Aros wanted to see my bare s*x for as long as he could keep me like that. I didn’t understand how I knew this. I just did.

    Aros cursed under his breath then and looked away from me.

    “Leave,” he grunted at me, making me frown. I didn’t move right away, which was a mistake. Aros hit the central pole of the tent so hard in response to my stillness that I winced, “I said leave Nira.”

    “We first need to talk,” I said and he growled.

    “If you don’t leave right now I’m mounting you like a beast,” he warned me and I saw the intention to do so clear in his eyes. I got up and fixed my skirts before turning to the entrance. He growled again, this time an inherent threat in his tone, “don’t turn around. Walk slowly, facing me all the time. Do it...now.” 

    I did as I was told and in silence I faced him and started walking backwards, staring at him all the time as he had ordered. It was strange. My body reacted to him obediently when we were alone but I was already thinking of all the ways I would rebel against him once we were out of the enclosed space of his tent. By the time I reached the open flaps of his tent he was circling me, ready to pounce again and drag me back to him.

    With a quickened heartbeat I jumped out from the tent and he roared in anger the moment I was out of his visual field. It was then when two sets of arms grabbed me and pushed me back. I saw Noctis and Kun run into the tent and soon there were the sounds of growls, hits, kicks and overall roars rising over the calm forest where we had camped. I realized only then that Katala and Didoka were guiding me away from Aros’s tent. I let them take me away but I felt emptier with every step I took away from Aros. At the end I had to slap my own face and force myself to do a reality check. 

    I refused to be the over instinctual Omega in distress. I refused to be dependent on a territorial, overbearing and s****l dominant Alpha as it was Aros. And on top of that I had a list of things to worry about before my upcoming Heat. Needles to say my newfound connection with Teran, the fact we would be soon visiting Naccara and the fact we would be navigating for an island in the middle of nowhere that had a reputation to be insufferably hard to reach. Aros should be the least of my worries.

    We reached a gentle stream of water and to my surprise Katala helped me to sit over a rock and in silence she had Didoka start tending me. I saw them wet pieces of cloth in the stream and then washed my arms and my neck as carefully as they could. Finally Katala sighed and looked up at me. Her violet eyes were full of worry and concern.

    “Nira, I’m so sorry for what happened. It’s not Aros’s fault that he is going into rut because of your smell, and the Gods know that as Omegas we don’t have any power to control our instinct. I’m just sorry at the entire situation,” she shrugged and then caressed my cheek, a soft smile in her pink lips, “Did Aros take care of you?”

    I nodded, not knowing how to answer that properly. I bit my lower lip and then looked from Katala to Didoka and back and forth. It was weird to be talking like this in front of Didoka, but the concern in his face and the gentle way he was tending me reflected no ulterior motives. He might have been a boy but his religious upbringing as a monk seemed to have molded him into a less...heated individual. I sighed at the end and looked back at Katala.

    “He didn’t let me touch him,” I said and Katala’s eyebrows raised to her hairline, “ He just...he wanted to tend to my needs. He didn’t take..from me. What I’m trying to say is…”

    “He took care of you,” said Katala softly, smiling knowingly at me. I nodded and then started playing nervously with a lock of my hair.

    “I couldn’t walk away from him, Katala. When I saw Aros standing there and I smelt him...I...I wanted him. I can’t even describe the power of it. It was more potent than an Omega Heat. My core wanted everything that he is,” I swallowed nervously, “Is that how it is with Noctis?”

    Katala nodded, smiling happily, “That’s exactly how I feel every time I see Noctis.”

    “But I don’t want this!” I felt my lips trembling while I spoke, “I’m completely at his mercy and I’m not in control. I will lose myself in him if I let Aros control me like he wants.”

    “Do you really think that he is in control?” Katala shook her head and then took my hands, gently caressing them, “ What I’ve learned is that an Alpha can’t control himself when he is around his Omega. You might think he is the one in control but he is not. The fact that he let you go while in his rut speaks volumes of the respect and deep care that Aros feels for you. Don’t be afraid of Aros. When the time comes he will take good care of you. Like your Alpha and fated mate.”

    I felt myself blush. There it was again. Another person that confirmed my worst nightmare. How could Aros be my fated mate? He was so...uhh! Annoying, and irritating, and obstinate, and prideful and... muscular, powerful, dominant, controlling. I felt my blush turn deeper while I looked between Didoka and Katala again.

    “What if...Aros doesn’t fit?” I asked slowly, my voice so small that my friends had to move closer to hear me. And then Didoka was laughing his ass off and Katala was giggling like a little girl. I rolled my eyes at them, “Very mature of you. Really, you two are winning this year's trophy of Best Listeners Ever.”

    “It will fit Nira,” assured my cousin, drying her laughter tears and then patting my shoulder, “Believe me. It will.”

    Well, wasn’t that reassuring? Didoka, who was still laughing, looked up at me and sobered up quickly. He cleared his throat and then passed a hand over his thick chestnut brown hair. 

    “You don’t have anything to worry about. Through history there hasn’t been any case of an Omega and her fated Alpha being sexually incompatible. The chances of that happening to you guys are slim to none,” he smiled, showing perfect white teeth and making me roll my eyes at his positivity.

    “You are not the one that is going to be mounted by a seven feet high giant,” Didoka shuddered at the visual. I sighed, shaking my head, “I always thought that given the situation of spending my Heat away from a safe environment I would be stronger than my nature. That I would control it somehow, but after last night I’m not that sure that would be the case. Being an Omega sucks.”

    “The way I see it,” said Katala, getting on her feet and offering me a hand, “ you have two choices. You can either get angry at your nature and negate it for as long as you can. Or you can accept it and enjoy the perks of being an Omega.”

    “There are no perks Katala,” I said cuttingly and Katala gave me a knowing look that made me blush.

    “There is pleasure in our submission and there is pleasure in our fight. Fight it or accept it Nira, but at the end try to enjoy it and you will see there is true freedom in being a mated Omega. Aros could be your freedom if you let him in,” my cousin hugged me close to her chest then and for a while we stayed like that.

    At the end we had to return to the camp.

    I grew nervous, not knowing how Aros would react after what had happened between us. With every step I took his scent turned stronger and stronger, until it was like a poison inside of my body and I had to be overly focused on controlling the impulse to seek him out and sniff him like a lap dog. We found the Alphas already dismounting the camp. The brothers were working between laughs, not showing any care in the world as if nothing had happened. I spied Aros standing between Kun and Noctis, he was laughing at some silly joke that Kun had just said and his blue eyes looked serene and calmed after the ordeal of last night.

    If he could be calm after spending an entire night with a hardened d**k that by all intents and purposes had looked painfully stiff then I could be calm too. Or at least I could act my part. I walked easily by his side and he stopped working, tilting his head to see me walk past him. I could feel his intense eyes fixed in my arse. Holding a smile I turned around fast, catching him in the act of checking me out.

    “Just so you know Mongrel, you owe me a scarf,” I said to him with a serious face and a lifted eyebrow. A moment passed and then everyone started laughing at the same time. Aros shook his head at me, a twitch in his lips the only traitorous sign of his hidden smile. 

    And just like that we put behind us what had happened.

    But I wasn’t stupid. The recent experience had opened my eyes and now I knew better. Things would change drastically between Aros and me by the time I entered my Heat. I needed to be strong. Strong to keep myself true and strong to be the independent Omega that I’ve always fought to be.