“Open your mouth. I have need of it, omega,” he demanded.
I narrowed my eyes.
With his other hand, he casually unbuckled his belt. I swallowed anxiously at the sound of leather sliding against leather, but when he unbuttoned his pants I truly started to grow nervous. Neegan leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees as he watched the two of us.
I wanted to ask Magnar what he was doing, but I wasn’t brave enough.
“If you do not obey, omega, perhaps I’ll mark your bare bottom with my belt,” he snarled. His growl twisted something deep inside of me. My body wanted to obey him. My mind did not. I glanced from him to Neegan.
Magnar was far more dangerous when others were around.
I begrudgingly opened my mouth while I glared daggers back at him. He picked up on my silent challenge and cuffed my cheek roughly with the seat of his palm. The slap caught me off guard. To be honest, it hadn’t hurt but it wounded my pride far more than I cared to admit.
“Remember your place, omega,” he warned. He tapped my cheek lightly again and I swallowed every last word that I wanted to say. Instead, I opened my mouth a bit wider, making a show of just how obedient I could be.
He continued unbuttoning his slacks and when he finally pushed them aside and freed his cock, I sucked in a terrified breath.
His cock was massive. Long, thick, and impossibly hard, it was as if just the sight of it awoke something deep inside my core. Arousal flared to life inside of me and my pussy clenched tight.
I’d never taken a man before and taking one like Magnar would undoubtedly hurt. A lot.
His veins throbbed before my eyes, his blood pumping through his erection and making him even harder for me. In the darkness, his skin was pale, but his cock was an angry purple. I couldn’t take my eyes off it and I squirmed just a little as I imagined what it would feel like thrusting in and out of my body as roughly as he pleased.
But he didn’t want me like that.
I forced myself to look away, scared and terrified and aroused all the same.
“Open wider, omega. Show your alpha just how much you want to take every last inch of his cock inside your pretty throat,” he commanded, and a shiver of submissive desire rattled me from within. My omega nature reared her head and despite the loathing I felt deep in my bones, I opened my lips as wide as I could.
He thrust forward and dragged the head of his cock along my lips before he slapped the same cheek he’d cuffed with his palm with his cock. For a long moment, I stared at his length in shock, feeling a sense of arousing degradation and throbbing need deep inside me. When I finally pulled myself together and processed what he had done, I wanted to bare my teeth at him, but with Neegan watching I wasn’t brave enough to challenge him so openly.
I also realized with a deep-seated sense of loathing that I was wetter than ever.
He’d done that to me. He’d made me this way.
His cock slid against my tongue for the very first time. The taste of him was bitter and masculine, but as he pressed further into my mouth, I found that my initial reluctance began to fade. There was a strong saltiness that was overwhelming at first, but the muted sweetness that followed was utterly intoxicating. Tentatively, my tongue pressed up against his shaft, exploring him and wanting to taste more of him all at the same time.
He allowed my hesitant explorations for only so long. The hand that had been holding my chin slid to the back of my head and fisted roughly into my hair. I cried out as he thrust into my mouth, pressing himself further into my throat than I’d been ready for. I gagged hard, unable to control my body
’s natural reaction to try to force him out. I tried to pull back, but his grip on my hair didn’t allow it. I tried to push against his thighs with my palms, but that didn’t seem to make a difference either. Nothing I did stopped his cock from taking my throat and the more I thought about that, the more I began to panic. He started to slowly press in and out of my mouth and with time, I got used to his rhythm. I still gagged, but my fear lessened and I was able to take him even more deeply. My throat opened gradually to his slow thrusts and my panic disappeared altogether.
I could do this. I could take an alpha’s cock in my mouth.
His tempo increased and the wet sound of his cock thrusting in and out of my lips made my stomach plummet in shame at the same time that my slick dripped down my thighs. I was wearing a dress, but I was naked underneath it and Magnar knew that.
I shuddered hard with arousal.
His thrusts grew harder as his grip on my head tightened. He fucked my face with his cock, and I tried to take back control, but I was fighting a losing battle. The more he slammed in between my lips, the more I realized that I’d never had control in the first place.
He’d taken it the moment he’d commanded me to get down on my knees.
He used my mouth as hard as he pleased, not caring that my cheeks were beginning to ache or that my throat was getting sore. If anything, he took my mouth harder because of it. I whimpered around his cock. I swirled my tongue around his length and sucked him as enthusiastically as I could, trying to show him I was willing to play his game and be the dutiful omega in front of other people, but none of it seemed to matter.
Right now, my mouth was his and he would do with it as he wished.
His cock slid in and out of my mouth in a frenzy and the only thing I could do was kneel there and take every last inch because that was what he expected of me.
The more it went on, the more I questioned how much I could take.