by Nina Markov
“Look, I know it’s different for you,” Kron squeezed Valj’s shoulder. “The Omega will get through this and see we mean him no harm. It’s the way things have always been done on Alpha Tyron.”
“I know.”
“It’s your own fault, anyway.”
“How is it my fault?”
Kron laughed. “You should have gone for some steel implants. Or tentacles, like Trav. But noooo! You wanted to know what others feel and think. Joke’s on you.” He winked and went into his own room.
Valj rubbed his aching temples and forced himself to go into the kitchen for a bottle of ale. Maybe if he dulled his senses, he wouldn’t have to stay awake all night, tortured by the Omega’s anxiety attacks. He wanted nothing more than to run to the dungeons, get him out of the cell, and take him into his own room. He’d tuck Darian in his bed, cover him with soft, warm furs, and he’d even sleep on the floor if that meant the Omega would finally feel safe and comfortable. But he couldn’t do it. Trav and Kron were right. This was the way things were done on their planet, and it always worked.
CHAPTER TWO
Darian
Everything hurt. After the dark-haired Alpha had left the night before, Darian had curled up in a ball and fallen asleep in front of the gold cage. He’d shivered until his body got used to the low temperature, but now, as he stretched his stiff muscles, he rather regretted his pride. A pillow and a fur wouldn’t have hurt...
“No. It would’ve been more humiliating than sleeping naked on the floor. It’s better this way.” He pulled himself up and dragged his feet to the bathroom. “If I misbehave, maybe they’ll get fed up with me and send me back.”
As he brushed his teeth and washed his face, Darian thought about his family. His mom and dad loved him more than anything. He was their only child. Still, Darian knew they wouldn’t come to his rescue, nor send anyone to bring him back home. The Alliance of Hoda would banish them from the solar system if they dared to do anything. They couldn’t afford to anger the Tyronians, and especially not now, when there was a war brewing. The warriors of Alpha Tyron had defeated the enemy at the edge of the galaxy, but everyone knew even more enemies were coming. The Hoda System was wealthy and stable. Their planets were more than just habitable – they were lush gardens of paradise. Many foreign races coming from poor, underprivileged galaxies wanted what the Hoda had. So, if they wanted to keep their riches, then they needed to give the Tyronians what they asked for. Their planet was just as rich as the others, so all they asked for was fertile Omegas.
With a sigh, Darian looked longingly at the huge bathtub. He was dying to take a bath and warm his painful muscles, but then he’d have to let the water dry on its own, and he’d be colder than he already was.
“Maybe if I refuse to wash myself, they’ll find me disgusting.”
His stomach rumbled. Were they going to feed him today, or was starvation part of the training? Because they were training him, weren’t they? Puppy. He was no one’s puppy! He looked around, trying to find anything that might have helped his predicament. Could he hope that he had a chance to escape? There were no windows here, he hadn’t seen the light of day in hours, he had no idea what time it was, and the only objects in the cell were harmless toiletries and the pillows and furs inside the gold cage. Useless. Everything was useless.
“I am useless,” he murmured.
He was getting ready to climb back in the tub when he heard the sound of footsteps down the corridor. He looked at the bathroom door, eyes wide with fear and apprehension. What if it was the Alpha from last night? Darian could still feel the touch of his big, rough hand on his skin, running from the nape of his neck to the small of his back. It had felt strange. No one had touched him like that. No one had seen him naked, for that matter. So weak and vulnerable... He wondered whether he should close the bathroom door and hide in the tub. No, there was no use. The door didn’t have a lock. Whoever was coming to see him was going to get what he wanted, and there was nothing Darian could do about it.
The man unlocked the cell door and stepped inside. As he listened to him move around the room, Darian’s heart climbed up in his throat. The bathroom door creaked open, and he swallowed hard, then let out an imperceptible sigh. It wasn’t the Alpha from last night. This one had short brown hair, cut military style, warm brown eyes, and soft, dark stubble covering his strong jaw. He was just as tall and well-built as his dark-haired mate who’d scared the crap out of Darian, but there was something about him. For one, he looked into his eyes instead of his body. That had to mean something. The other Alpha had treated him like he was an object.
“Wha-what do you want?” His voice choked. He couldn’t help it.
The man smiled and waved a bunch of towels in his face.
“I figured you’d want to take a bath. Trav said no towels, but he doesn’t have to know I brought you some. Okay?”
“Trav?”
“Oh, pardon me, princess. We should have at least introduced ourselves, seeing how we’ve unceremoniously kidnapped you and all.”
“Princess?” Why would he call him that? Yes, he was an Omega, but he was still male. It almost hurt more than “puppy”.
“I think it suits you. I’ve seen your folks’ house and land. More of a castle than a house, if you ask me. They raised you and treated you like a proper princess. Am I right?”
“N-no...”
The man ignored him. He left the towels on the edge of the sink and knelt beside the tub. He turned on the hot water, then motioned for Darian to step in. Darian didn’t move a muscle.
“I’m Kron, by the way. The jackass who was here last night is Trav. You don’t have to worry about him. He’s a good fellow. And there’s also Valj. You’ll probably like Valj more. He’s a bit like you.” He winked. “Silent and mysterious.”
Darian’s heart skipped a beat. He blushed. “Do you think I’m mysterious?”
“Why don’t you come here, and I’ll tell you all about what I think?”
Darian bit his lower lip. Kron didn’t seem to be dangerous, and he really did need a bath. He’d brought towels, so maybe he wasn’t that bad. Maybe he wouldn’t make him get inside the gold cage like Trav had tried. Reluctantly, he walked toward the tub, never taking his eyes off Kron’s face. When he was a few inches away from him, the Alpha’s glance drifted down, and Darian immediately covered his cock with his hands.
“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” Kron chuckled. “Why so shy, princess?”
“D-don’t call me that.” He sank into the hot water with a deep, content sigh.
* * *
Kron
What was he thinking? Giving the Omega a bath when he’d promised he wouldn’t touch him when Trav and Valj weren’t there? But Trav had done it the night before, so why shouldn’t he indulge in spending a little time with the sexy Darian? He reached out for the bath sponge and squeezed a dollop of shower gel on top of it. The Omega watched his every move. When he ran the soapy sponge down his throat and collarbone, he didn’t flinch away. They were making progress.
“See? This isn’t so bad,” he whispered softly.
Darian nodded and closed his eyes. Kron took it as a hint that he trusted him. And he wasn’t going to betray the Omega’s trust, except... the more he washed him, his hands coming in contact with his soft, pale skin, the more the erection in his pants grew. He added more bath foam to the water, so he’d see less of Darian’s naked body. He focused on his arms and back, then on the upper part of his chest. Oh, how he wanted to go lower! How he wanted to wash him down there! No. Forbidden. The Omega wasn’t ready, and Trav and Valj wouldn’t agree.
Kron’s eyes fell on Darian’s plump, rosy lips. If he leaned in, he could have a taste. Just a tiny one. It would be a soft, gentle kiss, and the Omega wouldn’t be scared at all. He wasn’t rough like Trav. Unable to resist the temptation, he moved slowly, his own eyes fluttering shut as he breathed in the scent of the Omega, now mixed with the
fruity scent of the soap.
“What are you doing?” Darian splashed away from Kron. “No. You can’t do that! I don’t want you to.”
So close. Kron clenched his jaw and opened his eyes. The moment was gone. Why did the Omega have to be so stubborn? Couldn’t he see that he meant him no harm? Trav was right.
“Calm down. Nothing bad is going to happen. I just wanted a taste, that’s all. You belong to us now. You’re our Omega.”
“I-I don’t belong to anyone. You don’t own me.”
Kron gave a deep sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I hope you’ll change your mind soon. Now, come here. Let me wash the rest of you.”
“I can wash myself.”
Kron growled low in his chest and threw the bath sponge at Darian. The Omega caught it, but it was as if he was frozen in place.
“Well? What are you waiting for? I don’t have all day, so finish washing yourself so I can dry you with a towel. I have to take them back with me.”
Darian jumped at the roughness in Kron’s voice and started washing himself slowly and reluctantly, as if he had no energy in his bones.
“Not like that.” Kron smirked. He stood up, arms crossed over his bulky chest. “Stand up and let me see you.”
Darian opened his mouth to protest, but Kron didn’t give him the chance.
“No, no, no. Shut up and do as I say. If I can’t kiss you, then I can at least watch you wash. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even be having a bath right now, nor towels to dry yourself. You can’t just take, take, take and not give anything in exchange, princess. Now, stand up.”
He could see the humiliation in the Omega’s eyes, and strangely enough, his cock hardened at the thought that he was the one inflicting it. Avoiding his gaze, Darian stood up and started running the bath sponge up and down his long legs, and when he was done, he moved to his buttocks, then balls and cock. Like any fertile and desirable Omega, he had no hair down there. Kron couldn’t take his eyes off that round ass and small, tight sack. His fingers were itching to knead it as he probed his small, puckered entrance.
“Don’t stop,” Kron said in a heavy, husky voice when Darian wanted to move to another part of his body. “Rub that cock good. I want it sparkling clean, just in case.” He winked at him and couldn’t care less that the gesture sent a shiver of apprehension through the Omega’s enticing body.
* * *
Darian
It was decided. He hated Kron more than he hated Trav. He felt cornered. It wasn’t enough that he was naked, which already made him feel fragile and vulnerable, but now he was wet and covered in foam, too. He couldn’t run even if he wanted to. He couldn’t hide from Kron’s hungry eyes. Where would he have hidden? The Alpha was watching him intently, half expecting a good show, half challenging him to try something. Darian knew he’d get himself into even more trouble if he didn’t do exactly what Kron asked. So, he took his limp cock between his fingers and rubbed softly. He was already clean, but arguing with Kron was futile. He knew that wasn’t the Alpha’s concern. He wanted to see Darian touch and pleasure himself.
“Faster,” the Alpha demanded.
Darian swallowed hard and did as instructed. Damn it! How was this happening to him? He was getting hard. He could feel it. Heat started gathering in his lower belly, and his cock was growing with each stroke. He tried to take his mind off what he was doing to himself at the Alpha’s command, but it was nearly impossible. When he felt his hole grow wet, too, his heart started hammering in his chest. No, it couldn’t be. It was too soon. His monthly heat wasn’t due for another week. It had never occurred early before, but then again... he’d never been forced to wash himself and rub his private parts under an Alpha’s watchful gaze before. As much as he hated to admit it, the situation did arouse him on a pure animalistic level. He couldn’t control it, couldn’t fight it. His Omega body was simply responding as intended when ordered by a true Alpha.
“Please,” he murmured.
“Please what? But you like it. I can see it.”
Kron’s brown eyes were fixed on his now hard cock, and that made Darian blush to the tips of his ears. At least, the Alpha couldn’t know that his hole was wet and ready, too. It was still humiliating beyond belief.
“You’re right, though. I should make you stop,” Kron continued, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips. “We wouldn’t want you to cum before we’ve fucked you. You don’t deserve release. You haven’t earned it yet.”
He strolled toward the bathtub and reached out to grab Darian’s ball sack before the Omega even realized what was happening. Darian yelped. His trembling hand wrapped around the Alpha’s wrist.
“N-no. What are you doing?” Kron squeezed ever so slightly. Tears prickled at the back of Darian’s eyes. “You’re hurting me.”
“Well, you were having too much fun. Now that I have your attention, listen here. There are rules, princess. You crawl into that cage we’ve made for you with our own hands, and if you’re a good boy, then you might get your own room soon. Clothes, even. Oh, and our permission to cum.”
“I don’t want to...”
“Oh, you do.”
Kron’s hand moved from his balls to the base of his cock. Darian dragged in a breath. His heart was beating like mad, and his body was betraying him with every second that passed. Instead of feeling disgusted at Kron’s invasive touch, he felt even more aroused. His cock grew harder in the Alpha’s grip, and a quick glance at Kron’s crotch told Darian he was just as hard as he was. His wet hole throbbed. If Kron didn’t let go, he’d cum then and there. And he didn’t even want to!
Finally, the Alpha released him, cleared his throat, and threw a towel at him.
“Fun’s over. Dry yourself, so I can go back to my business. I’ve wasted enough time with you already.”
Darian stepped out of the tub and wrapped the towel around himself. The show he’d put on had been too much for Kron, apparently. Until he left, he didn’t spare Darian another glance.
CHAPTER THREE
Trav
The Omega was sleeping peacefully in his cage, so Trav moved slowly and tried to make as little noise as possible. He turned the key in the lock, and the sharp sound made Darian moan in his sleep. He didn’t wake up, so after a minute of still silence, Trav sneaked into the cell and knelt before the gold cage. The door was cracked open. The Omega should have locked himself in, but the simple fact that he’d given in and crawled under the furs was significant progress. He’d been mad at Kron for nothing. The warm bath he’d given him earlier that day had done the trick.
Trav opened the cage door completely and considered his options. Darian was still asleep, his breath calm and even, his eyes dancing underneath his closed lids, signaling that he was dreaming. And seeing how his whole body was comfy and relaxed, he was having a good dream, too. He stayed like that for long minutes, watching the Omega sleep. His rosy cheeks, his long, blond lashes, his curly hair spread all over the pillow... He was irresistible. Why should Trav hold himself back? His hard cock throbbed in his tight pants. All he had to do was pull the furs off Darian’s naked body, climb on top of him, pin his hands down, spread his legs, and take him. He was dying to claim his virgin flesh, mark him as his, and release his seed deep inside his quivering form.
But he couldn’t. That was not how the Alphas claimed their Omegas. If there was no consent, then there would be no baby. The Tyronians had a strong belief that the Omegas had to give themselves to their Alphas willingly and enjoy the fucking in order for a healthy pregnancy to happen. So, as much as he wanted to ravage Darian, Trav had to hold himself back. But no one said he couldn’t pet him just a little bit...
His rough hand sneaked underneath the warm furs, finding Darian’s thigh and squeezing possessively. The Omega sighed in his sleep and turned on his side, which gave Trav great access to his round, firm ass. Trav closed his eyes for a second, counted to five, then opened them and told
himself he could have a look. A look wouldn’t hurt. Gently, he pulled the furs off the Omega’s buttocks and leaned in to breathe in his unique scent. His cock pulsed, threatening to push out of his pants. He lay on his side, his face so close to the Omega’s ass that if he inched just a bit closer, his nose would touch the soft, flushed skin that looked so inviting.
Darian was still sleeping, which meant he’d been exhausted, and the hot bath had worked like a sedative. Trav took advantage of his vulnerable position and ran a finger down the Omega’s crack. “Is that what I think it is?” he thought. It couldn’t be! Carefully, he pressed his finger to the glistening entrance, and when he removed it, indeed, it was wet. He licked his finger, barely suppressing a moan at the delicious taste. Their Omega was in heat! Well, who would have thought?
Trav’s cock poked out the top of his pants. With a grunt, he untied the laces and set the engorged head free. Knowing that the Omega’s body was ripe for the taking, he could hardly contain his own lust. It was a challenge, and his willpower was stretched to its limits. He couldn’t put his cock inside the Omega’s tight passage, not yet. But he could probe him with his tongue, couldn’t he? Kron had made him rub himself. Why couldn’t Trav take just a bit more than he was allowed, then? Apparently, they were all breaking the rules.
He moved in closer, inhaled again, then ever so gently stuck his tongue out and pressed the tip to the Omega’s damp hole. He felt him shudder under him, waited for a second to see if he was waking up, and when Darian didn’t make any alarming move, he pressed his tongue harder, penetrating him just enough to feel the warmth of his inside. He lapped at the Omega’s juices gingerly, becoming rougher and rougher, until Darian finally jolted wide awake. Even as he was coming back to his senses and slowly figuring out what was happening, Trav didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.
