Omni Man Full Body Novels & Stories

The male rolled his eyes dramatically but dropped his arms and relaxed his stance. “It's evolved since then, Lex. If you want to know what I’m talking about, go look,” Azrin gave the offending garment a sidelong glance and grimaced. Hanging there, it looked normal enough. Omegan clothing was usually tight-fitting and designed to showcase desirable attributes like a supple chest and flaring hips. Sheer teal silk with gold embroidered cutouts.

The omega stopped dead in his tracks after one look at the man standing before them. The man leaned against a desk with a glass of clear liquid in one hand and dressed in a loose robe that did nothing to hide his height and width. His casual yet powerful stance and obviously muscled build just shouted warrior. Dark messy hair flopped forward onto his forehead framing golden eyes that glittered with interest. When he strode forward to clasp Oran by the forearm in greeting, he moved with the feline grace of a predator. His very aura demanded respect and screamed command.

Emmett cries out and his back arches off the bed. Dominic's hand slips under Emmett's shirt and goosebumps spread across the Omega's body as fingers brush against his skin. Emmett's chest rapidly rises and falls as Dominic's hand explores his body, touching feeling, and gripping him, causing the Omega to squirm and buck his hips.

Slowly the wolf began to shift right before my eyes, it's limbs stretching and widening until it became a broad man before my eyes, the only thing that remained the same were his eyes. I was startled by the fully naked man before me, kneeling on the floor next to me. His skin was slightly tanned and every muscle on him was perfectly taut, his chest firm and wide I felt the urge to run my hand around him. He moved his hand resting it around my neck, though I healed slower than others as an omega wolf, the bruise was already healing up. "I will kill him for doing this to you." Rome growled, his voice a mixture of man and wolf.

He went down to the ring and sat on the chair on the side of the ring. Astra saw him immediately when she returned. She has finished answering the second call. The woman looked at him with disgust. Who wouldn't be disgusted with him, seeing his sitting on the chair? All members of OMARE CORPs were able to practice martial arts and wield various types of weapons for protection against enemies. She is still a capable woman and her physique is very strong. Astra grinned as she walked towards him. When he saw the woman smiling, he quickly stood up and it would have been appropriate for Astra to return to the ring when she speaks.

"You need to calm down." "Thorne pulled his alliance," I said without turning around. "That's twenty percent of our military support gone because my ex-wife apparently has powers that shouldn't exist." Selene walked inside and closed the door behind her. She wore a white silk robe, her blonde hair loose around her shoulders. Her hand rested on her stomach the way it always did now. "He's exaggerating," Selene said as she lowered herself onto the couch. "She's an omega. She can't even shift properly."

It would only be a matter of time before I slipped up, and then everything would be for nothing. With my hands still shaking, I pulled off the bulky suit revealing my true body. I winced at the sight of myself in the mirror, noting how I’d only gotten paler in the past few months. Like most omegas, I was slim, although I was taller than most of my secondary sex, I had the perfect omega physique. With slim limbs, less muscle tone, and a small tapered waist that flared out slightly to the curve of my hips. Omegas were born to breed pups, and so it was pretty obvious in our physique. I spent so much time pretending to be an alpha that I got whiplash whenever I saw my actual body.

The man says in English this time, wearing a seductive smirk as he gives me a quick once over. I return the favor, letting my eyes run down his body and taking note of how he looks a little like Dominique. This man has dark brown hair, and blue eyes, not as blue as Dominique’s, his face is perfectly shaped, and his skin is obviously kissed by the sun. He’s tall, he stands at least 6 feet, almost the same height as Dominique. Long story short, he’s an attractive man, maybe a party boy, and a playboy. He’s wearing a blue short-sleeved T-shirt that’s not too tight or too loose matched with a pair of dark jeans. Through the thick material of his shirt, you can tell he works out a lot. He has a b

Ophelia's POV "I am Ophelia Starkingstein, daughter of the late Beta Harrison of Stormridge Pack.” He remained silent for several seconds after I spoke. Although I kept my head lowered in submission, I felt the weight of his Alpha aura settle over me as he assessed every word I spoke. "What is an omega doing alone near a restricted border at this hour?" he asked calmly, quiet authority woven through his voice. I swallowed hard and tightened my fingers around the fabric of my dress.

When I realized he had stopped, standing still, I hesitated… then slowly raised my head to look at him. My breath hitched. Before me stood a man with a body carved from power. His muscles bulged visibly beneath a sleeveless black leather jacket, his chest fully exposed, the sharp ridges of his abs defined from his torso all the way down to just above his pelvis. He didn’t seem to care about modesty, his entire form was on almost full display, and it radiated dominance. My eyes drifted to his long, wavy hair that cascaded just past his massive, broad shoulders. It gave him a wild, untamed appearance, like a beast barely cloaked in human skin.