Shared Omega (Quarantine Omega Book 2)

by Lizzy Bequin

  But it has the opposite effect on my body, ratcheting my lust to an unbelievable level. My thighs quiver, and my hole practically gushes my arousal fluid onto the floor in a spreading pool. When I speak, my voice is weak and shivery.

  “Kane…Please…”

  “Sloane!”

  He rushes forward and crouches over me, massive and dark like a thunderhead. His naked body shades my eyes from the stingingly bright light. His powerful hands grip my shoulders, pinning my slithering body to the floor.

  “Sloane, are you—“

  The wings of his nostrils flare, and an immediate change comes over him as he drinks in my scent. His eyes roll back to the whites. His long, thick cock instantly stiffens to full hardness. Pre-cum dribbles down the steel ring through his urethra and drizzles on my open thighs, warm and sticky like raw honey.

  He recovers himself. His eyes focus once again, but now the pupils are blown to wide, black, dilated circles. His voice is hoarse with the rut.

  “Are you okay?” he finishes.

  I nod. Despite the physical torture I’m experiencing, just knowing that at least one of my Alphas is alive and well is a huge relief.

  Another convulsion twists my body, and I cry out. My voice reverberates through the hollow space.

  “Kane, please,” I hiss through my gritted teeth. “Please, it hurts so bad.”

  He grips his cock, readying it to enter me, but I place my palm on his throbbing, pink crown to stop him. He looks at me in surprise.

  “Sloane you need this.”

  I shake my head.

  “Kane they’re trying to mate us,” I whisper, hoping Frostgrave can’t pick up my voice. “I don’t want that. I don’t want our children to be born into slavery to this fucked up corporation.”

  Of course, there’s the possibility that I’m already pregnant.

  Kane and the other Alphas have all come inside me multiple times. As much as I want to carry their offspring in my womb, I hope I’m not pregnant now. I don’t want it to happen under these terrible circumstances.

  I bite back a scream as another dagger-like spasm stabs at my core. Tears of pain and emotion trickle down my temples.

  Kane thumbs them away.

  “Sloane.” His voice has taken on that deep, soothing purr. “Sloane, there’s no other way. Your heat is too intense. Only a knot will quell it.”

  In my heart, I know he’s right.

  More tears well in my eyes. This is all my fault. It all started when I tricked him into marking me. And what’s worse, I’m the one who came up with this stupid plan. I’m the one who dragged us all into this mess. Now Dog and Truk are prisoners of that sadistic asshole, Dr. Frostgrave, and Kane’s children—our children, are going to be guinea pigs for God knows what kind of experiments.

  He should just let me die—let this overwhelming heat burn me up until there’s nothing left.

  But he’s not going to let that happen.

  He’s going to save me with his knot.

  Weak and half-dead with need, I try to flop myself over onto my belly, assuming that Kane will want to take me from behind as he has done every other time.

  But he catches my throat, pinning me in place firmly but gently.

  “Wait,” he purrs. “I want to see your face. I want to look at you.”

  His eyes are filled with a deep and penetrating tenderness that I have never seen before. I would never have even expected such an emotion to reside in this brutal and vengeful Alpha warrior.

  He positions himself between my legs. His pierced tip slides easily into my well-greased hole.

  “Oh Kane,” I moan as his cock sinks into me. filling up that emptiness inside.

  “Just relax,” he purrs. “Relax.”

  His arms cradle me, steadying my squirming body as I whine beneath him. The muscles of my pelvis ache as Kane’s throbbing girth stretches me out. It still hurts a little, but it’s just what my body needs.

  He doesn’t stop until he’s seated to the hilt.

  The hard curve of his cock piercing presses against my cervix, which is creamy and ready to accept his hot seed.

  “Does that feel better, little mate?”

  I nod, biting at my trembling bottom lip. Kane is being so gentle with me, so soft. His muscles are rippling with savage power, but he’s holding it back for me.

  Another pulse of desire zaps through my muscles, and my pussy flutters around Kane’s naked shaft. We haven’t even really started, and already my skin is flecked with sweat. Kane kisses my face, my lips, my neck.

  “Kane, I’m so horny,” I whisper. “God, I’m so horny I can’t stand it.”

  He begins moving inside me. Long, gliding strokes greased by my thick, creamy excretions.

  I notice voices speaking on the periphery of my senses.

  “Doctor, if you don’t mind I’d like to be excused.”

  Suddenly I remember we’re not alone here. The overwhelming sensations of Kane’s body—the warmth of his smooth skin, his comforting, masculine scent—had made me temporarily forget that we have an audience in the control booth.

  My body floods with renewed shame as I turn my head and see Frostgrave and Hines watching from the booth.

  “Nonsense.” Frostgrave is speaking to Hines, but his creepy eyes never stray from where Kane is penetrating me. “You will stay here and observe this important biological process, Miss Hines.”

  “But—“

  “Silence!” Frostgrave snaps.

  Kane’s enormous hand cups my face and turns my head toward the other side of the room, away from the control booth window.

  “Forget about them,” he whispers. “Just focus on me, got it?”

  His voice is dominant and commanding. He’s not making a suggestion. He’s demanding. He’s telling me what to do and how to fuck. But at the same time, there’s a tenderness to it. A note of concern, of protectiveness.

  “Just focus on me.”

  It’s not a hard command to obey.

  As his long hard cock pumps into me again and again, it sweeps away everything else—every bit of embarrassment, every ounce of pain. His strokes are so long and smooth. Sometimes he even draws his dick all the way out of me, but each time he thrusts forward again, my needy pussy swallows him greedily, taking him deep and squeezing tightly around his shaft with wet squelching sounds. Soon my thighs and crotch are completely slathered with my thick, slippery discharge.

  “Are you ready to come for me, my little mate?”

  “Yes,” I cry, not caring who hears. “Kane, I need to come so fucking bad. Please…”

  “Good,” he purrs. His face is pressed to mine. I don’t even hear his voice. It just rumbles straight into my body and I feel it vibrating me. “Come, little omega. Come around your Alpha’s knot.”

  A shriek rips from my throat as he plunges deep, and his hard knot swells within me, locking our naked, mating bodies together as one.

  My climax blasts through me, tensing my muscles and relaxing them in waves of pure bliss emanating outward from my core to the tips of my frantically curling fingers and toes.

  For one blessed moment, all of this disappears.

  All of the bad shit goes away. The empty cell with its glaring lights and cold metal surfaces. The vile doctor and his assistant watching from the control room. The fact that our mission was a total failure, and now Dog and Truk are caught somewhere else in this inhumane facility.

  All of that just drifts away like windblown sand.

  And all that is left is Kane and the perfect, intense pleasure he’s giving me with his cock, his knot, his strong but gentle embrace, and his deep, rumbling purr.

  Spurt after spurt of his hot semen jets into my pussy, filling me up. Every drop is held inside by the tight seal of his bulbous knot.

  “Oh Kane,” I breathe as my orgasm finally subsides.

  His orgasm lasts a little while longer. I can feel the pressure of his massive load within me. I swear I can even feel the tickle of it slowly
seeping through my cervix and into my womb.

  Kane gathers me up, careful not to tug out his knot, and carries me to the corner of the room.

  I hug him weakly.

  “I’m so sorry,” I whisper. “I thought you would hate me after all of this…”

  His big hands smooth over my naked shoulders, my spine, my bare butt, my buzzed hair.

  “Hate you?”

  “I mean, I’m an Outsider for starters. Then I led you into this trap. It’s all my fault.”

  “Hush.” There is a tone of annoyance in his voice. “This isn’t your fault. We all knew the risk, and we all share the responsibility. Dog, Truk, you, and me. We’re a pack.”

  His pierced lips brush against my triple mark on my shoulder.

  “Do you mean that, Kane?” Tears are blurring my eyes.

  “Of course. And I don’t hate you. Quite the opposite, in fact.”

  My heart thumps a little faster hearing that. I realize my pulse is synced up with Kane’s.

  “Hasker was right,” he says. “Not all Outsiders are the same. I thought they were only weak, cowardly beings that worshipped death. But now I see you are not like that at all. You are brave, Sloane. Braver even than any Alpha I’ve ever known. You are a treasure, and I will protect you until my dying breath.”

  Tears roll down my cheeks.

  “But I’m not an Outsider anymore,” I whisper, when I’m finally able to speak again. “I’m an omega. The Zone is my home now.”

  “And we will find our way back there, I promise,” Kane purrs. “I don’t know how, but we will.”

  From behind, I hear a shuffle from the control room. Frostgrave’s voice sends a chill over the warmth of my tender moment with Kane.

  “Miss Hines? Going somewhere?”

  “The Alpha and omega are finished. I would like to leave, if—“

  “Nonsense!” Frostgrave proclaims. “The omega ingested an extremely large dose of aphrodisiac. The Alpha may have abated it temporarily, but her estrus will soon return. She’ll need to be knotted several times before we’re through here.”

  And as if on cue, I feel another sudden constriction of desire in my core, where Kane’s hot flesh is still knotted tightly inside mine.

  CHAPTER 35: DOG

  Footfalls in the corridor rouse me out of my meditative state. There is a metallic sliding sound, like a sword being drawn from a sheath, and a painfully bright rectangle of light appears in the pitch darkness in front of me.

  In the column of light that angles in through the opening, I can see my claustrophobic cell. Four concrete walls, not even wide enough to stretch my arms.

  A pair of woman’s lips appear at the opening.

  “Dog, are you awake?”

  The voice is small and soft. I recognize it immediately, along with the familiar scent. It is Corrie Hines. She assisted Dr. Frostgrave in my psychological conditioning. Actually, “assisted” isn’t the right word. She was the one with all of the expertise, while Frostgrave simply took all of the credit.

  “Where is Sloane?” I growl. “What have you done with her?”

  I’ve repeated those questions a hundred times since we were captured. In fact, they are the only words I’ve uttered. I’ve asked the guards. I’ve asked Frostgrave. Every time, the answer is the same. Silence.

  But this time is different.

  “She’s alive,” Hines whispers.

  In a heartbeat, I’m on my feet. My head thumps against the too-low ceiling, but I don’t feel any pain at all. On the contrary, a wave of energy surges through my body, brought on by this good news.

  She’s alive. Sloane is alive.

  “Where is she? Is she okay?”

  The lips move back from the slot, startled by my sudden burst of energy and the sudden proximity of my voice. I detect a strong scent of fear from the other side of the door.

  “Dog,” Hines whispers. “I want to remind you that I have full control over you. If you make any attempt to attack me, or even to touch me, I only need to say the words ‘stand down,’ and you will immediately obey.”

  I grunt in acknowledgement.

  “How could I forget?”

  The slot closes, plunging me back into pitch blackness. But the darkness is short lived. A moment later, the door of the cell gasps open. The fluorescent brightness of the white-walled institutional corridor is nearly blinding after hours confined to my lightless cell.

  Before me stands Corrie Hines. She is a small woman, smaller even than Sloane. She is dressed in her usual white lab coat. A pair of glasses are perched on her nose, and her dark hair is pulled back into a bun.

  The scent of fear emanating off of her is extreme. She’s terrified of me, as she should be.

  So why has she opened the door to my cell?

  “Remember what I said,” she whispers in a trembling voice.

  I nod.

  “I won’t hurt you, Hines.”

  She swallows hard before darting her eyes one way and then the other down the length of the hall. Then she motions for me to step out and follow her.

  “Come on,” she whispers. “We have to hurry. I’ve jammed the security systems, including the cameras, but if we run into a random patrol, everything will be ruined.”

  She races down the corridor, her simple flats ringing on the hard linoleum floor. I stride after her, my bare feet silent as a cat’s. My walking pace is enough to keep up with her running.

  I could kill this woman easily. A quick motion of my arm. A twist of her neck. It wouldn’t take much. She wouldn’t have time to utter her precious little command to stop me.

  But I hold back.

  I don’t know where she’s leading me, but it’s apparent that this is not a sanctioned outing for me.

  So far, the corridors are entirely empty.

  “It’s the graveyard shift,” Hines whispers over her shoulder. “Most of the scientists have gone home for the night. There are still a few guard patrols on duty, but that’s about it.”

  After a few more twists and turns down the painfully lit hallways, we come to another heavy mechanical door set into the wall.

  “This is it,” Hines pants.

  She’s practically hyperventilating from fear at this point. Even though the corridor is cool, her brow and neck are popping out beads of sweat.

  “This is what?” I growl quietly.

  She doesn’t answer me but just taps a code into the keypad by the door. It whooshes open, leading to a small antechamber, like an airlock.

  “Come on,” she says, beckoning me inside.

  Another keypad and another even heavier door. This one looks as solid as a damn bank vault.

  And for good reason. When it grinds open, I see that the room beyond contains something far more valuable than money or gold.

  “Sloane!”

  I nearly shout for joy, but I remember to keep my voice low. After all, we’re supposed to be keeping stealthy.

  Kane is here too. He and Sloane are together in the corner of the cold, metal cell. The omega is wrapped protectively in the Alpha’s strong arms. A couple of days ago that sight might have made me jealous, but it doesn’t now.

  Kane and I might have our differences, to put it mildly, but we have at least one thing in common—our desire to protect Sloane.

  I’m glad to see that my omega is in good hands.

  “Dog!” they both exclaim in chorus.

  They leap to their feet and rush forward. I clasp Sloane’s body in a warm hug as she buries her face into my neck, squeezing me tightly in return.

  “Oh Dog, I’m so glad you’re here,” she says. “Her voice cracking.”

  I turn to Kane. The big Alpha places his hand on my shoulder and gives me a nod. It’s the first friendly gesture he’s ever made toward me.

  Then his eyes flick toward Hines.

  “You,” Kane snarls.

  CHAPTER 36: SLOANE

  It’s the woman from before—the one who watched us from the control room with Dr.
Frostgrave.

  She is trembling with fear now. Behind her glasses, her eyes are two white saucers of anxiety.

  Kane tenses up and growls. I place my hand against his chest to pacify him.

  “Wait,” I say to him. “I think she’s here to help us.”

  I turn to the woman, I think her name is Hines, and I add “Right?”

  She nods frantically. It takes her a moment to find her voice, and when she does, it is shaky and fearful.

  “All I ever wanted to do was to be a scientist, to help people,” she says. Tears begin brimming at her eyes. “But I never signed on for…for this.”

  She gestures at the room we’re in—the cold sterile cell where they have been keeping me and Kane prisoner and observing.

  “What Dr. Frostgrave is doing is beyond immoral. I couldn’t just stand by any longer and let it happen. I’ve disabled the security systems in this sector. If you hurry, you can escape.”

  I reach forward and take her trembling arm.

  “What about the other Alpha?” I ask. “What about Truk? The one with the long, blond hair?”

  Hines frowns and furrows her brow.

  “Dr. Frostgrave has him. He’s ‘conditioning’ him with the pain glove.”

  The pain glove? I don’t know what that is, but I know I don’t like it. My blood begins to burn with anger, but I keep myself calm. This is no time to lose my head. We have to stay cool if we are going to get Truk back.

  “Come on,” I say moving toward the door. “We’ve got to find him.”

  But Dog clutches my arm, stopping me.

  “Wait. Sloane, If I go with you, I’ll just be a liability.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “My conditioning,” Dog says. “It’s too deeply ingrained. If Dr. Frostgrave commanded me to hurt you, I don’t know if I would be able to resist. I wouldn’t want to do it, but I’m not sure I would be able to stop myself.”

  “So what do we do?” Kane asks.

  “We’ll split up,” Dog says. “Hines, you’re obviously good with computers since you shut down the security system. If you take me to the central communications hub, we can still send out Lily’s message.”

  Hines looks confused.

  “Lily’s message?”