Fever (The Omegaborn Trilogy 3)

I breathed in a shaky breath and opened my lips.

“I like it, sir. I like it very much,” I answered, and his grin of delight grew larger. He slammed into me then, again and again, forcing yet another orgasm to the surface. His gaze never left mine as the ecstasy washed over my features and I trembled under his power, but that made my release that much stronger and that much more overwhelmingly intense.

By the time my orgasm finally calmed, I was left feeling weak, used, and utterly spent beneath him.

But he wasn’t done.

“Little one, do you remember what you begged me for?” he asked, his voice calm, seductive, and ultimately dangerous.

I bit my lip.

He couldn’t actually mean to fuck me there too, right?

Slowly, he removed his cock from my body and stood in front of me, his shaft still rigid with his own need and I quivered as I stared back at him. Then with astonishing speed, he gripped my thighs and flipped me over onto my belly as though I was as light as a feather. He didn’t even make a sound as he did so. He pulled me backwards then, so I lay bent over the table.

His fingers pushed my thighs apart and I anxiously obeyed. They explored my wet folds, teasing my clit and the entrance to my pussy. I moaned softly as he coaxed my arousal back to the surface. He teased my nerves away and made me mindless with want once more.

“Who do you think decides to fuck this little hole, little one?” he asks, and the air rushed out of my lungs in a single breath.

“You do, sir,” I replied in a voice just barely above a whisper and then his fingers ventured backwards, trailing my wetness up until he settled on my dark little hole.

I sucked in a breath and shivered.

“And who do you think decides when this tight little hole needs to be punished?” he demanded next and my mouth went dry.

I whimpered, trying to evade his question, but with his other hand he slapped the lower curve of my ass hard. Terrible stinging agony raced across my skin, rushing straight toward my core and I cried out with surprise.

A second spank followed on the opposite. The pain was heightened that much more because of how aroused I was, and I trembled in its wake. He softly patted my cheek, warning me that there was much more to come should I continue to skirt around his question. I opened my lips and he gently squeezed my bottom, digging his fingers into the painful area he’d just punished.

“You do, sir,” I finally replied.

He rewarded me with a gentle caress, and I knew that he was pleased with me. Then he took both hands, gripped my bottom cheeks, and slowly spread me to his view. I could hear him kneel behind me and I shivered. I felt so small, so fragile, and so entirely vulnerable in that moment that I could do nothing but remain still, even though every muscle in my body quivered with insatiable need.

I felt every single aspect of his control and I decided that I wanted it. I wanted more of it, no matter what that meant.

Without another word, he gathered my wetness and circled it around my bottom hole. I nervously awaited what he would do next, wondering how much it would hurt, if he would make me come while he was fucking my ass, if I would like it.

I was so nervous and turned on at the same time that I didn’t know what to do, but ultimately, it didn’t matter. He was going to decide what to do with me and I was going to take it. All of it.

Then he pressed one finger against my tight rim and at first, my body fought him. My muscles clenched and tried to impede his assault, but he was strong, and he was relentless. Despite my protests, his finger breached my bottom hole and pressed inside me, one knuckle after the next. It stretched me in a way that left me breathless and wanting more.

At first, it felt good. His single finger stretched me just a little, adding a slight burning sensation that increased the pleasure coursing through my veins, but he didn’t stop there. He added another digit, stretching my little hole more than I’d been prepared for and I cried out, the pain building as the seconds crawled by, but then something strange happened.

The fiery sting folded in on itself and then burst outward in a firework of passion that left me reeling and wanting. I moaned softly and then he began to pump his fingers in and out of me. I gasped quietly. I may have been fucked by my alphas in my ass, but it was an entirely different feeling to have Damiyen, a beta doing this to me.

It felt wrong but in so many ways, it felt right.

I drew in a breath and then another. His other hand curved around my waist and held me steady. I could almost feel his energy, his confident demanding, but altogether it calmed me. His touch seemed to flip a switch inside me and then, I felt myself give in.

I opened myself to him.

He slid another finger inside me, and I cried out with pleasure, pain. Maybe a little bit of both. I wasn’t quite sure anymore. Agony and desire became one and everything twisted together in an intoxicating mix of sensation that left me needing more.

“Beg me for it, little girl. Beg to come with my cock deep inside your bottom hole,” he demanded, leaning over me and pressing soft kisses across my shoulder and down the curve of my back.

“Please. Fuck my ass. Make me come,” I finally pleaded, unable to take much more of this torture before I combusted into a thousand little pieces. Silently, he pulled his fingers free from my backside and I whimpered quietly.

I didn’t have to wait long. He spread my bottom open with one hand, using his fingers to keep me wide for him, and then I felt the hot head of his cock pressing against my tight hole. Unconsciously, my body fought him at first, but he was strong, and I knew he was going to take my ass whether I liked it or not.