Fever (The Omegaborn Trilogy 3)

“It wouldn’t hurt to visit for the night though. It’s awfully quiet and private, I think. It’s been a long time since we had a moment to ourselves to just explore. With each other,” I said then, my tone suggestive. Damiyen lifted an eyebrow, catching my meaning and chuckling.

He took a big sip from the flask.

“Don’t have to ask me twice. Let’s get in there and get her naked,” he said, and I laughed. He must have been nursing that whiskey the whole time on the walk here. He was already starting to slur his words.

I rushed up the concrete stairs, threw open the door and dashed inside, hearing the four of them climb up after me. They ran, but I was faster than they were, and I knew the intricate design of my childhood home. They didn’t.

First, I sprinted into the dining room and then slipping into the attached pantry. There I twisted a knob on the wall, which opened a sliding panel that allowed me to hide inside. There were hidden passages in my old home, and I snuck through them until I was hiding just outside the master bedroom. There I waited.

I heard Damiyen wandering through the home, looking for me.

“Such a bad little omega. She needs to be spanked,” he said drunkenly.

“Agreed,” Ethan said.

“You should use my belt. Make more of an impression on her,” Damiyen added and Viktor chuckled.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Alaric murmured.

Ethan growled then. Viktor and Alaric followed in kind and my core cramped hard with unexpected desire. I doubled over, wrapping my arms around my knees, trying to fight the rising tide of arousal in my veins but it was useless. It seemed that their growls were endless and that the wetness seeping into the seat of my panties was growing by the second.

I whimpered quietly, waiting for the moment they would find me.

“I think our little omega wants to be punished,” Ethan said softly. “I think she wants to be stripped bare and made to lie over our thighs for a spanking.”

“It’s about damn time. She’s been needing a spanking for ages,” Damiyen added, infinitely amused by his own drunken commentary.

I shivered. I remembered when each of my men had spanked me, how I had felt with my bottom bared and how arousing it had been to be punished like a naughty little girl. I could feel the slick gathering between my thighs, now it was only a matter of time before they found me and took me in hand for playing hard to get. They could smell my arousal, there was no doubt about that and ultimately, that would lead to my capture.

I wanted to be found though. I wanted to be punished. Then I wanted them to fuck me senseless. It had been far too long since we’d had the chance to come together as one. My body throbbed with anticipation.

I closed my eyes, running my fingers over the heated skin of my neck. Their growls grew closer and closer still, each one rumbling and ravaging me to the core. Deep in my belly, the ball of pleasure grew, circling and growing with each passing second until it folded in on itself and I cried out from the power of it.

“Come out, little omega,” Alaric’s voice chided, much closer than before.

“Your belt is nice and wide, Viktor,” Damiyen observed and I tried to quell the chuckle in my throat but ultimately failed.

“It is. Perfect for a naughty omega who needs to be taught a lesson,” Viktor replied, his voice dark and I shivered.

A soft clicking sound echoed loudly and the entryway to my hiding spot swung open. Hidden behind a panel in the wall, I sat and looked straight up into Alaric’s eyes as he grinned excitedly.

“Found her,” he said softly.

“Fantastic. Time to teach her a lesson then,” Damiyen replied far too cheerily.

Alaric offered me a hand and helped me to stand up. I stood before him and shivered under his dark gaze, my bottom tightening as I thought about being taken, bared, and spanked by all of them.

Damiyen sat down on a nearby chair, taking another swig of whiskey as he did so.

“Well, let the show begin,” he said, his tone daring despite his drunkenness.

My alphas reached for me. They slowly removed my vest and bra first, exposing my breasts.

“Hands on your head,” Ethan commanded, and I was quick to obey, already feeling the heady effect that their natures had on me.

Next, the three of them removed my shoes and socks and then unbuttoned my pants. They gradually pushed my pants over my hips, baring the pair of black lacey panties I was wearing. Ethan’s fingers grazed over my mound, just teasing my clit and I shivered.

“She liked that,” Damiyen observed rather matter-of-factly and I hid a smirk by staring down at the floor.