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  His hands explored my bare flesh. He took his time, ensuring that he touched the long line of my back and all the way down my legs as if I was a prized horse and I hated how sensitive my breasts felt against the surface of the wooden table. I seethed, but at the same time my body was reacting with a violent sense of arousal.

  I hated it.

  “Such a good little omega. So very beautiful,” he said softly and for a moment, it made it easier for me to submit to him. It felt as though he was admiring me and made my apprehension begin to fade away just the tiniest bit.

  I pressed my body back against the tips of his fingers at first and I stilled, remembering just how much of me that crowd could see, and I tightened my bottom cheeks, hoping I could hide that one last shameful place that no one else should ever see.

  Almost as if he knew what I was thinking, he used his fingers to spread my backside open, exposing me even more so than before. His fingers were strong and even though I tried to fight against him, nothing I did even remotely made him stop. He started to narrate his actions, much to my dismay.

  “My omega is not yet ready for my knot, but one day she’ll take it both in this tight little pussy and then in this even tighter hole here,” he declared as he tapped the tip of one finger right on top of my bottom hole. I writhed in embarrassment, trying to push up off the table and when that didn’t work, I tried to reach back and slap his hands away.

  I knew he was lying. He had no intentions of taking me that way. He was telling the Cult what they wanted to hear. That’s all this was; at least, that’s what I kept telling myself.

  “In the beginning, every omega is defiant, but in time she will learn to bow to the alpha that lays claim over her,” he continued, and I snarled back, showing him just how rebellious I could be. When he chuckled, I stilled as a cold edge of fear cut through me like a sharp knife.

  Quickly, he released his hold on my hair and gathered my wrists behind my back with his hand. Without delay, he pinned them to the middle of my back. His other hand settled on my bottom and squeezed it painfully tight. I bit my lip, refusing to make a sound.

  “The king’s omega will be no different,” he said loudly, and he slapped my right cheek hard. I froze and he quickly smacked the other.

  He was going to spank me. In front of the entire crowd.

  I didn’t have any words to say. For a long moment, I laid against that wooden table, just allowing his palm to pepper my backside with one smack after the next. At first, they didn’t really hurt. In fact, the sound was probably more jarring than the spanking itself, but as time went on, a simmering heat began to build across my naked cheeks. I tried to twist and turn my hips to avoid him, but I soon found it was impossible to fight the firm hold he had on my wrists. I tried kicking my legs and soon found that it was a terrible mistake because his fingers curled inward just enough to spank the outer folds of my pussy. Those stung the most and I quickly pressed my thighs back together in hope of avoiding any more smacks against my most tender flesh.

  “Wait. You don’t have to do this,” I protested.

  “I am your alpha. I will do whatever I please with this beautiful body,” he snarled, and a hard shiver of instinctual submission came over me.

  His cruel palm rained down on my bare bottom, from the tops of my cheeks all the way down to the tops of my thighs. When he focused on the lower curves of my buttocks, I found it difficult to keep quiet and I had to bite my lip even harder in order to not make a sound.

  I didn’t want those watching to know how much this was beginning to hurt. I refused to show just how much a punishment like this unnerved me to the very core.

  His hand cracked hard against the middle of my thigh and my lips opened in a silent cry as the fire flared even hotter across my skin. What had begun as a heated simmer had quickly turned into a blazing fiery sting that was beginning to burn out of control.

  “Please. I’ll do whatever you want,” I cried out and he ignored me. I should have known he would.

  He punished my thighs hard and I couldn’t help myself as I whimpered for the first time in pain. I gasped, clamping my lips shut with shame, but that didn’t stop him from continuing to do as he wished. My cheeks burned with the humiliation of being punished like a child in front of the very enemy I’d been sent to destroy, but right now none of that mattered. The only thing I could focus on was the building pain of his palm against my backside.

  Again, and again, it snapped against my scalded flesh. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take without falling apart. I didn’t want everyone to see me cry. I sincerely hoped he wouldn’t make me, not in front of the entire crowd.

  I hated him for this, but as the stern chastisement continued, I realized that I hated something even more than his firm hand. I loathed the way my body was reacting even more. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop the rampant arousal gathering inside me.

  Even with my legs pressed together, I knew that everyone watching would be able to see the wetness gathering between my thighs. They’d know that the omega within me would be responding to the dominance of my alpha, that my body wanted him to take me as nature intended.

  I didn’t want them to see. I wanted to hide it and he was making me display that to every pair of eyes in the crowd. I cried out as I thought about how my wetness was likely glistening in the lights overhead, how it was dripping down on my thighs, how they’d be able to see how my legs were trembling with my own desire.

  What they couldn’t see was the ball of arousal rolling inside my core. They couldn’t see how hard my nipples were against the table and they couldn’t feel how my clit was throbbing in ache for his touch.

  No one had ever made me feel that way and I hated how the man who didn’t even want me had done that to me most of all.

  His palm turned crueler, spanking me even harder. Before long, it became impossible to hold in my cries anymore and the longer it went on, the louder my wails became. He thoroughly punished the entirety of my backside and the backs on my thighs and just when I thought I would lose control and start to cry, he paused and admired his handiwork.

  “An omega needs a bright red bottom to remind her of her place, don’t you agree?” he exclaimed and the people of Kingsworth roared in approval. I felt myself redden with embarrassment, but what came next truly made me blush.

  His fingers lingered along the backs of my thighs and he dragged his nails across my sensitive flesh. A soft keening sound escaped my lips as the harsh sting of pain bit into me even as my body arched into his ruthless touch.

  Then those same fingers drew upward and dipped in between my thighs. His fingers felt like a flame to my needy flesh and I found myself pressing up against him in hopes that he would continue touching me there until I found what I was looking for.

  “My, my, little omega, such a wet little pussy for your alpha,” he declared, and I froze as his fingertips dragged along my soaked folds. I squeaked with shame and tried to press my legs even more firmly together, but it did nothing to dissuade the determined man who held me captive.

  “I hate you,” I whispered boldly.

  “I know you do, little omega,” he answered softly. “But I don’t care. You will submit to me tonight.”

  As punishment for my open defiance, he forced his foot in between my ankles and made me spread my legs. With remarkable swiftness, his palm cracked hard against my pussy and I wailed as the scalding sting raced across my most tender flesh. I couldn’t keep quiet as he spanked my pussy and I struggled to take every last one.

  The spanking on my bottom had been painful, but as his palm punished my pussy, I realized that the smacks between my legs hurt even more. I tried to keep my legs apart, but it proved to be impossible. I wailed and tried to hold myself together. Nothing stopped the ascent of his ruthless fingers against my pussy and I began to feel desperate. I just wanted it to stop.

  I started to beg.

  “Please. I’m sorry, Alpha,” I pleaded, hoping he would listen, bu
t his ruthless hand continued to spank my burning pussy. The sound of his palm against my folds was shamefully wet and my face heated as I realized that even more slick was dripping down my thighs at his harsh admonishment and everyone would be able to see it. Worst of all, I knew that he would too.

  “Remember your place, omega,” he growled, and my omega cowered a little before him. My shoulders rounded, instantly responding to the deep warning in his voice.

  I didn’t want to submit, but my instincts demanded it. My omega demanded it.

  “Yes, Alpha. Please!” I whispered.

  He stopped spanking my pussy for a moment and cupped his palm against it possessively. I breathed shakily, trying to calm the frantic beat of my heart just as his forefinger began to drag up and down my needy clit. I felt nervous, unsure of his intentions yet wanting to find out all the same.

  I quivered, trying to handle the burning sting he’d painted across my backside, my thighs, and between my legs. Everything hurt, but at the same time something else was brewing beneath my flesh. The pain was twisting into something else even more enthralling.

  Desire.

  His touch between my thighs was intoxicating and my core twisted in on itself in a painful showing of arousal like I’d never experienced before. That single finger danced across my clit and I couldn’t help but push back against him. The more he teased me, the more I pushed away the fact that there were hundreds if not thousands of eyes watching me respond to him so shamefully. I ignored that they could see the way I was writhing across the table and that they could see the arousal practically pouring from my pussy in response to him.

  He slipped one finger inside me and I gasped audibly. My inner walls clutched at that thick digit and as he began to pump it in and out of me, I groaned with pleasure. His movements were slow, but consistent and before I could stop myself my hips were rolling in tune with his steady thrusts.

  My mind continued to fight him, but my body wanted to give in. Urgent need boiled inside of me that needed to be released and I sincerely hoped he would let me.

  “Have you ever taken an alpha’s cock in this tight omega cunt?” he asked boldly, and a rush of arousal raced down my spine.

  “No, Alpha,” I answered. My legs were beginning to tremble, and I couldn’t make them stop. I bit my lip and tried to keep my cries of pleasure quiet. He thrust a second finger inside me, and my virgin hole burned at the unexpected stretch. He fingered me roughly and I struggled to take it. Before long though, my whimpers of pain became moans of desire and my core twisted hard with aching need.

  I’d never felt anything like it. Without my suppressant supply, my body was reacting with my natural omega instinct and I was quickly finding that I wanted more.

  I wanted to know what it was like.

  “Please,” I begged. I was too far gone to recognize what I was asking for. Did I want him to take his fingers out of me? Did I want him to continue? Did I want even more shameful things?

  My hips ground back against him, taking him deeper inside me. I could feel every knuckle thrusting into my aching flesh and my belly contracted even harder with desire for more. My reluctant need grew more intensely by the second. He released my wrists and pressed his palm down firmly on my lower back, keeping me in place for whatever was to come next.

  “Do you want to come for your king, little omega? Would you like to come for me with your bright red bottom on display while my fingers thrust in and out of this very wet and very needy little pussy?” Magnar announced and I shivered with shame at the same time that my body clenched hard around him. He chuckled, likely feeling how I had tightened for him and I blushed even redder.

  “Please, Alpha,” I begged. I wouldn’t give him the pleasure of saying yes.

  “So wet for me, my pretty omega,” he exclaimed, and his fingers slowed down as if he was taunting me. I wagged my hips back and forth trying to entice him to move faster again. Another finger slipped forward to caress my clit. When he pushed forward, he grazed it lightly, teasing me.

  Breathlessly, I rode his fingers until I was so needy it hurt. My core had tightened into a tiny little ball. I didn’t know how much more I could take, but he made me take it anyway. My skin was buzzing with an urgent electricity that yearned to be set free.

  I’d never had an orgasm before. I’d never needed to, but as his fingers lazily entered my pussy over and over, I soon realized that I wasn’t going to have a choice.

  “Please,” I begged again, hoping that this time he’d listen to me. He pressed a bit harder against my clit and I gasped with pleasure.

  “You will ask your king for permission to come, omega, and you will do it loud enough so that all of Kingsworth can hear how much you need your alpha,” he demanded.

  My face burned hot at his words. He couldn’t mean that.

  “I can’t,” I wailed softly, and he just laughed at me.

  “You will, omega. It is simply a matter of time,” he answered. I balked, but his palm still pinned me against the table. He increased the tempo of his thrusts, pressing his fingers in and out of me firmly but not enough to make me orgasm. Instead, he tortured me with those very fingers until I felt like I could practically climb the walls.

  Every nerve in my body twitched with unreleased pleasure. My legs shook and my hands grasped the table as if it offered some semblance of protection. I no longer had any control over the sounds coming out of my mouth and the longer he teased me, the more desperate I became. I begged and pleaded for mercy. I said everything except the very words he wanted to hear.

  I’d come here on a mission for the Brotherhood only to be stripped bare and forced to experience the very instinct that I’d always kept hidden deep inside me.

  “Magnar, please,” I whispered, my voice carrying a very pitiful edge.

  “You know what I need to hear, omega,” he answered.

  “Please,” I begged.

  His finger continued to tease my clit and I soon wondered if that would be enough to make me cry. My needy bud pulsed painfully beneath his fingertip.

  Soon it became too much, and my breath hitched in the back of my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut and I finally forced myself to mutter the words he wanted to hear.

  “Please, may I come for you, Alpha?”

  “Louder. I want everyone to hear you beg,” he demanded.

  I repeated myself as he wanted, blushing hard as every syllable fell off my lips. I had wanted to fight him, but now my need to come far outweighed that.

  “That’s a good girl. You may come for your alpha,” he replied, and his fingers quickened at once. He pressed against my clit more firmly, forcing my reluctant pleasure to the surface once more. It didn’t take long for me to feel as though I was going to fall off the edge of the cliff. For several moments, my pleasure grew too strong to bear and I feared him pulling away once again, but this time, he didn’t.

  This time, he let me.

  When the first fiery tendrils of my very first orgasm began to take hold, I whimpered with terror. It was powerful and all-consuming, and I didn’t know if I would be able to take it. He didn’t give me a choice.

  “Alpha,” I wailed, and my legs started to quake. My inner walls clutched at his fingers, greedily taking every inch of the thick digits he offered. He curled them inward, using his fingertips to massage a place deep inside me and I lost every semblance of control that I ever had.

  Wild and untamed heat burned through me. Blissfully hot desire curled deep inside me and finally broke free.

  I screamed as my first orgasm tore through me. My moans were shamefully vulgar, and I did nothing to quiet them. I sounded like a feral animal, but as ecstasy rattled me senseless, I found that I no longer cared.

  As I came for him, I told myself that this was a one-time thing, that I would never allow something like this to happen again. Right now, we were working together to appease the Cult. That’s all this was. Nothing more.

  My fingers snuck beneath my chest, finding my nipples an
d toying with them as I quivered under the power of my release and when it finally faded, I released them and pressed my fingers flat against the table. He pulled his fingers free from my body and I knew he’d done what he wanted to do.

  After it was over, I simply breathed and turned my head so that I could see him.

  “My people, together we shared my omega’s first orgasm. You can see the evidence of it glistening on my fingers, can’t you?”

  The crowd roared and it was hard to distinguish their words. I closed my eyes, unwilling to see anymore.

  Magnar didn’t let me. He grasped my upper arm and jerked me up, making a show of his roughness for all to see. Without a moment’s pause, he pressed his fingers against my lips, and I pulled back automatically.

  “You will clean your slick off my fingers, omega,” he demanded and hesitantly, I opened my mouth for him. The sweet musky taste of my own arousal was jarring at first, but as I continued to suckle his fingers, I found that I didn’t hate it. In fact, I sort of liked it.

  “Good girl. You’re almost done. I’m so proud of you,” he whispered softly in my ear. His voice was different, gentle even, as if I was the only one in the room with him at that moment.

  I suckled his fingers more enthusiastically, swirling my tongue around his knuckles and cleaning him off the best that I could. When I was done, he pulled free of my lips and curled his arms around me before he lifted me cleanly off the ground.

  “My omega is in need of rest. She’s in for a long night ahead. I expect the rest of you to drink the castle’s wine and mead stocks dry,” he announced and before anyone could say anything in protest, he descended the stage and strode through the Great Hall with purpose. When the crowd finally realized that he was leaving they began to protest.

  He cleared his throat, and they went quiet.

  “Don’t you worry, Kingsworth. You will hear my omega screaming my name before the night is through. I’m looking forward to it,” he exclaimed, and I hid my face in his chest.