Fever (The Omegaborn Trilogy 3)

“No, I think you want much more than that,” he observed, and I cried out as he pressed the little demon egg back between my legs. He edged me on the cusp of orgasm for what seemed like forever and I cried, I pleaded but he wouldn’t grant me release. He just kept pulling back again and again until I had nothing left.

“Now, tell me what it is that you really want, little omega. If you don’t, I can do this all night. I can punish you and master you like this because I’m a beta. Your slick doesn’t make me lose control like it would your alphas. They would have given in long ago and fucked this little pussy into oblivion, but not me. No. I’m here to teach you something else. I’m here to teach you that not only are you theirs, but you’re also mine. I’m going to be your fourth,” he said, and I lifted my eyes to meet his. His gaze was dark, but confident and altogether candid. He meant every single word.

He wanted me too. He was claiming me as his own.

I licked my lips just as his fingers delved into my pussy once more.

“Tell me, little omega,” he demanded.

“I want you to fuck me,” I began.

“Where,” he pressed, teasing my folds with his touch until I thought I was going to burst into flames.

“I want you to fuck my pussy,” I answered, feeling the heat of shame take over my cheeks. He could see my blush. He could see my humiliation. He’d exposed me and now he could see my everything.

“Where else?” he demanded and I cried out with desire, with embarrassment.

“I want you to fuck my mouth,” I added, feeling a fresh wave of hotness come over me.

“Where else, little omega,” he insisted, pushing me further and I whimpered, trying to stem his inquiry. His palm tightened over my pussy, threateningly so and I opened my mouth finally to answer.

“I want you to fuck my tight little ass,” I begged, trying to stem off more tears as he teased my pussy further. Then he lightly tapped my folds with his palm before he slapped them firmly, making me cry out even louder.

“Do you think you can come with my cock in that little hole?” he asked, and I shivered with my shame. He’d chosen that moment to begin to taunt my clit and I moaned low in my throat.

“Yes,” I answered, thoroughly mortified at my admission.

His grin widened. He’d gotten what he wanted.

“You’re such a pretty little thing when I make you beg for it,” he replied, and I shuddered beneath him. He reached above me and released me from the bonds of my own belt. He caught me, used his knee to prop me up against the wall and massaged my shoulders of the ache from being bound for some time.

Slowly, he dropped me down to the ground so that I landed on my knees. He was careful to kick my pants beneath me so that my skin wasn’t on the sandy rock floor. Absentmindedly, I silently thanked him for it.

He unbuckled his belt and then undid his slacks, pushing down his underwear and revealing his cock to me. I looked up at him first and then down toward his shaft, drawing in a breath at just how large it was.

I hadn’t expected that.

There was no knot at the base of his cock, but it didn’t really matter. He was thick enough as it was, and I nervously fidgeted at the prospect of taking him in each one of my holes.

“First, little one, I’m going to fuck those pretty pink lips of yours and you’re going to be a very good girl if you know what’s good for you,” he demanded and I nodded, licking my lips.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Yes, what?” he replied firmly.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, losing my voice under the power of his dominance. I closed my eyes briefly and opened them.

He knelt down before me and reached between my legs.

“After you show me how good of a girl you can be, I might just let you come,” he said softly, and I trembled with desire.

“Please,” I begged, shaking with arousal. It was so strong that I almost forgot to breathe.

He stood back up and cocked his head, waiting for me to do what I was told. Slowly, I leaned forward and placed my hands on his thighs, balancing myself as I opened my lips for him. At first, he allowed me to explore the head of his cock with my tongue, but that was quickly changed when his hands cupped around the back of my head. His fingers dug into the base of my scalp and I sucked in a breath, my lips just edging around his cock and then his hips surged forward.

The head of his cock pressed hard against the back of my throat and for a moment I gagged against his length, but then he pulled back. I tried to pull in enough air before he surged forward again, but he was too fast. Again and again he fucked my throat, ravaging and using my mouth as though it was his and only his to fuck.

I got the message quick enough. He was in control and always would be. He used his position over me to claim ownership of my throat, to teach me that even as a beta, he could make me moan and beg just as much as an alpha could.