Frenzy (The Omegaborn Trilogy 1)

My thighs drifted apart, and suddenly I was grateful for the veritable curtain of hair hiding my face and my shame. I knew that I was already very wet. My body was preparing itself to take alpha cock, whether I wanted to or not.

His flesh beneath mine was like molten fire and I could feel my own reacting to its warmth. I began to feel a smoldering heat under my skin, and I did my best to ignore its gentle pull, but it was becoming more and more difficult.

All of a sudden, Alix gripped the flesh of my ass in his fingers and I cried out. His growl was a gentle rumble, warning me to stay put, but I didn’t listen. I squirmed and clawed at the dirt, trying to escape, and then he slapped my ass, hard.

Unbelievable. He fucking spanked me.

He did it again on the other cheek and I growled with my humiliation. How dare he? I renewed my struggle, attempting to get away as his assault on my bare, vulnerable ass continued. I cried out in disbelief, the deafening slaps shrill and thunderous in the surrounding silence. After a few long seconds, I felt the sting from the first spank, then the second, and I began to squirm with discomfort. His palm was harsh and each slap bit into my skin, the pain quickly magnifying upon the next.

The sounds of the slaps echoed loud in the forest, bouncing off the trees and amplifying my shame. Anyone walking through the forest would hear the noises of my punishment, would know I was getting my ass spanked like a naughty child, and know just by the sound of skin smacking skin that I’d been bared for it. I shivered, again thankful for my long hair.

“Don’t! Stop,” I squealed, but he didn’t listen. He didn’t care. All he wanted now was my submission and he was going to do whatever he needed to do in order to get it, including punishing me until I gave in to his demands.

“Submit, omega,” he growled, and I knew then that every last drop of the suppressant had worn off him. He was now fully in the throes of an alpha conquest.

I still felt human. As far as I could tell, I hadn’t yet gone into estrous. My suppressant must still have some tendrils of an effect, but even still, I could tell it was waning by the changes in my body. My senses were amplified more than before, my sight better, my sense of smell intensified, and the place between my thighs was wet with the need to breed.

I could smell him, and it was slowly becoming intoxicating, each sniff more addicting than the last. He smelled of citrus and smoke and fire, decidedly male and a fragrance that I couldn’t seem to get enough of.

A hard slap to the back of my thighs made me cry out. The pain was sharp, overwhelming, and the ball in my belly twisted tight into a little knot.

Then the punishment really began.

His palm fell over and over again. He spanked my ass, my thighs, and a few even grazed against my pussy when my kicking left my legs spread open. Soon the flesh of my ass ached, the pain hot and heavy, and nothing I tried to do could stop it.

It hurt. I cried out, trying to escape his harsh palm, but it found its mark every time. I began to feel sorry for myself, captured and spanked over an alpha’s knee for the very first time. I sniffed and drew in a breath, holding back tears from the terrible pain.

Occasionally, he would pause and grip the fleshy mound of my backside in his hand, squeezing his fingers and igniting the agony of my punishment once more.

Soon though, it didn’t just hurt.

Horrified, I began to realize that with each punishing slap I was getting wetter and wetter. Slick dripped down the folds of my pussy, down onto my inner thighs, and undoubtedly onto the fabric of his pants. I moaned with my shame.

He didn’t care.

His palm slid across my heated flesh for a moment before it left my skin and began its punishing descent once more. Over and over he smacked every inch of my ass and my thighs and I cried out at the incredible agony. Each time his fingers glanced off the folds of my pussy, I moaned, both from the pain and the pleasure that ultimately followed. My nipples throbbed and my clit pulsed, and soon I was left panting not just from the pain, but also from arousal.

My skin heated and I began to feel feverish. Liquid heat pooled between my thighs and every single nerve beneath my skin burned with a smoldering red-hot fire. My skin felt electrified, every nerve firing with an intensity like I’d never felt before.

I tried to distract myself with thoughts of my work, but it was hopeless. With every turn of the wind, I sniffed his scent on the air. His discipline was swift and stern, a constant stinging pain that was meant to remind me of my place in the world, that I was an omega meant to yield to an alpha. The ache between my legs grew, a building ball of desire begging for release.

I moaned and my face heated with my shame.

I was beginning to enjoy myself. Our world frowned upon pleasure. We’d done everything we could to avoid it, and now nothing was stopping the incredible force of lust threatening to consume me completely.

His palm crashed down on the backs of my thighs and I cried out in pain. His strikes felt controlled, but only so much so. Each slap felt cruel and harsh at first, but then quickly morphed into an intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain. Soon, I could focus on nothing but the bite of his palm against my bare ass.

It hurt and it hurt a lot. I tried to escape, but he held me steady over his knee, forcing me to take everything he had to give. I tried to hold my thighs together to hide my growing arousal, but when I wriggled in his grasp he spanked my pussy. The wet sound of his slap was humiliating, but the sting of his fury against my tender folds made me cry out in shame.

I choked back a sob.

It was then I realized that the more it began to hurt, the wetter I became. I moaned low in my throat and spread my legs, needing to know if I was right. He spanked my thighs, just catching the lips of my pussy, and the ensuing flash of pain was almost too much. Then he angled his palm and slapped directly on top of my sensitive folds and a tidal wave of pain crashed over me.

A sudden rush of slick trickled down my thighs.

My entire body began to hum. Was I going into estrous now? Had the suppressant completely worn off, forcing me to fully embrace my omega characteristics? Had I always been like this and never known?

I was quickly becoming confused and aroused and I wanted to cry. My ass and thighs burned from his punishment, but the intense throb between my legs was growing ever more forceful. It was taking over my every thought.