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  He reached for me and his fingers edged along the hem of my panties. I tried to stay still, but I was mortified to realize that my hips were arching toward him. I had hoped he hadn’t noticed, but when I saw a smirk turn up the corner of his lips, I knew that he had, and my pussy tightened helplessly with arousal.

  I told myself it was just my omega nature. Nothing more. It couldn’t be.

  He wound an arm around my waist and grasped the fabric at the seat of my panties on both sides. Slowly, he began dragging it back and forth and I whimpered quietly at the burst of arousal that flared inside me as the soft cloth rubbed at my sensitive flesh.

  My clit throbbed with need and my nipples hardened into even tighter little peaks. My pussy was still entirely covered, but as he slipped the soaked fabric back and forth against my tender folds, I soon feared that I’d come undone before he even laid a finger on me.

  I flushed with heat as my hips unconsciously followed his movements.

  My entire body pulsed and my core twisted hard.

  He worked the fabric between my thighs until I edged at the cusp of release before he let go and pulled my panties back into place. I hummed with relief and a very reluctant displeasure at the terrible tease, the painful ebbing of orgasm just fading away as I swayed before him.

  After that, he gripped my underwear with his fingers and slowly dragged them down my hips, stopping once he reached the middle of my thighs.

  “Spread your legs. If your panties fall to the ground, I’m going to punish that pretty little pussy next,” he warned.

  I saw no other choice but to meekly obey. There was no way I could escape the rope bindings that held me secure and vulnerable before him. I would have to endure whatever Vikar had in mind until he was finished with me; I only hoped that I could keep my desire in check until it was over. I just hoped that by the end of it, I wouldn’t be begging to come all over his cock.

  The heat pulsing through me was terribly insistent and no matter what I did, I couldn’t push it away. With every passing second, it seemed to grow stronger and more intense. I could feel the cool air caressing my naked folds and there was no doubt in my mind that I was soaking wet. I could even feel it beginning to drip down onto my thighs. With my legs spread open holding my panties up around my thighs, I knew he’d probably be able to see it too.

  With aroused anxiety, I lifted my eyes to look at him and he was staring right at the juncture of my thighs. I blushed furiously with shame as I stood there, bare and on display for him.

  He purred again and I nearly doubled over with need, the rope tightening on my wrists. My desire cut deep inside just as his blade had torn my clothes, painful and consuming and undeniably arousing.

  “It gives me much pleasure to watch your slick drip down your legs when I purr for you, my pretty little omega,” he murmured thoughtfully, and I felt myself flush even more deeply.

  I was so hot.

  I closed my eyes and tried to calm the furious storm of need inside me, but I was quickly realizing that it was far too late for that. Vikar moved closer to me and his scent assaulted my senses, bathing me in the addictive aroma of an alpha moving in to claim his omega. My pussy tightened and I whimpered softly, terrified at the implications of what was happening to me just by simply being in his presence. I’d never felt like this before and I didn’t know what to do.

  He circled around me, pausing to gaze up and down my body as if he was on the hunt. I said nothing, knowing that no words could stop whatever was about to happen.

  Perhaps if I gave in and let him take what he wanted, I would enjoy myself. Maybe it would end faster because of it.

  I tried to stay strong. I tried to fight off what was quickly starting to feel inevitable.

  His fingers slid along my skin as he touched me. He didn’t touch my breasts or between my legs or even the flesh of my bottom. Instead, he touched the surface of my back and my legs and my belly, stopping once he rounded my shoulders and dragged his roughened fingertips against my collarbone. I shivered as he explored me, and I was horrified at myself when I found myself frightened that he might not like what he saw. I wasn’t perfect like so many other omegas. I was covered in my scars.

  “So very beautiful, Luna. I could admire your beauty for hours,” he whispered, and I shook my insecurity away. It didn’t matter what he thought of me. This was only temporary. Ravenrath was so close and when this was all over, I’d make it safely behind those walls.

  “It’s too bad I have to punish you, but you were naughty, weren’t you, my little omega?” he pressed.

  I shivered and my inner walls spasmed with need.

  Would he spank me again? Would he let me come all over his fingers?

  “Answer me, omega. You were naughty and you need to be punished, isn’t that right?” he demanded.

  “Yes, Alpha,” I whispered, knowing that was what he wanted to hear. Even as the words fell off my lips, my body pulsed with desire at his pronouncement. I wanted to stop it, but my pussy clenched tightly with need several times despite my best efforts to ignore each scintillating word.

  His arm wound around my waist and he pushed my hips backwards. His palm slipped down the front of my belly to cup my pussy in his hand. My clit pulsed hard, waiting for him to strike, but he just held me there and I shivered under the possessiveness of such simple maneuver. It was as if he had taken ownership of me with his hand alone and that made my body throb with never-ending heat.

  His other hand moved to rest against my bare bottom, and I drew in a nervous breath. He still didn’t move the palm holding my pussy.

  “What are you going to do to me?” I questioned and he chuckled softly.

  “I’m not going to tell you, little omega. Instead, I’m going to enjoy each and every moment as you realize just how hard of a punishment you have coming and I’m going to especially enjoy the moment you truly break for me and beg me to take you as an omega needs to be taken,” he warned.

  “I won’t,” I retorted.

  He squeezed my pussy in his palm. I stayed silent even though it made my core cramp hard with delicious and entirely unwanted desire.

  “Even now, your body is calling out to me. You’re so very wet for me, omega. Your slick is coating my fingers even as you think about the fact that this bare little bottom is about to get a very hard spanking. Maybe you’re especially wet because of that,” he observed quietly, and I blushed furiously at his words.

  There was nothing to say so I didn’t say anything at all.

  Instead, my body answered for me. My hips rocked forward, dragging against the base of his palm and causing a delicious shiver of arousal to quake through my core.

  He chuckled knowingly.

  “You want to come for me, even though you’re about to get spanked, don’t you, little one,” he purred, and I whimpered, afraid that he was right. He took a single finger and rubbed my clit, too lightly to come and just enough to tease me incessantly. I gasped and arched into his touch, hoping that he would grant me release.

  “Answer me, omega. You want to come for me, don’t you?” he demanded.

  “Yes, Alpha,” I answered, my voice hardly above a whisper.

  “You will rub yourself on my palm during your spanking. I want to feel you come for me and if my fingers aren’t soaked by the time your spanking is through, then I’ll spank that bare little pussy until it’s bright pink, do you understand me?” he asked.

  “I understand, Alpha,” I answered quietly, feeling my clit pulse greedily against his palm. He dragged his hand back and forth, teasing me again and again until I was ready to fall apart. He stilled completely and I whined softly as my release painfully ebbed away once more.

  “I want you to know that this punishment is going to hurt, little omega. You’re going to scream for me. You’re going to cry for me and I’m not going to stop even when you’re sobbing. I’m going to teach you a very thorough lesson about an omega’s obedience to her alpha and it’s only going to end when I decid
e that you have learned your place before me,” he said darkly.

  I shivered in his arms. The hand pressed against my backside slid over my skin, a silent threat of the intense pain it was about to paint across my bottom.

  Even though I was afraid, my body kept responding. It grew warm and continued to rise in temperature. Every inch of me wanted to feel his touch. My nipples pebbled painfully, my breasts swaying from side to side as his hand held my pussy and his other palm patted against my bare bottom in warning.

  “It hurt to get a spanking over my knees last time, didn’t it?” he whispered in my ear, his voice tickling the tiny hairs along my neck and I trembled hard with fear.

  “Yes, Alpha,” I said nervously.

  “As you make yourself come for me during your spanking, little omega, I want you to think about how much more a switching is going to hurt on your bare little bottom instead of just my hand,” he threatened.

  I whimpered out loud.

  “Then I want you to think about how much more it’s going to hurt when I switch your hard little nipples and when I thoroughly switch that pretty pussy after that,” he said, his voice like a direct conduit to my throbbing clit. I trembled harder and I felt him smile against my throat, a dangerous indication of what was to come.

  “Please,” I begged, suddenly more afraid than before. Even though his words were making me incredibly anxious, pulses of arousal tore through me like a wave crashing against a cliff side. No matter how much I fought it, my desire intensified until my entire body was burning with it. It wouldn’t take much more to make me burst into flame.

  “You protest, little one, but you’re so much wetter than you were before. You don’t want to admit it, but you want this. You can’t wait for your spanking to begin so that you can come all over my fingers,” he said, and I couldn’t deny it. I did want to come and if I had to do it while his palm was punishing my bare bottom, so be it. I gasped and my hips twitched.

  “Now, ask me to punish you, omega. Ask your alpha to punish you for running from him. Ask me to teach you what happens to very naughty omegas who disobey their alphas,” he demanded, all while he continued teasing my clit with his thick finger.

  I swallowed, blushing furiously with shame.

  “You are not allowed to come for me until you do as I say, omega. Don’t make me say it again or the first thing I spank will be this wet and very needy little pussy and you won’t be allowed to come at all. Not even once,” he commanded, and I moaned as my face turned even redder than before.

  I opened my lips and he thankfully gave me a moment to formulate the words I desperately didn’t want to say. But I did say them. Every last word because I wanted orgasm so very badly and I didn’t know how much longer I could stand being denied release.

  “Please punish me, Alpha. Please teach your omega what happens when she is naughty and disobeys her alpha,” I whimpered. My pussy tightened and my hips jerked back and forth against his palm.

  “I’m going to enjoy this very much, little omega, but I’m going to enjoy the moment that you realize your pretty little omega cunt needs her alpha’s cock so very badly. I’m going to especially enjoy how you’re going to beg me for every last inch,” he warned.

  I wanted him to be wrong. I didn’t want him to be right, but as he teased me with his palm, edging me closer to orgasm with every last movement, I feared that he might be.

  My body heated even further and then his palm cracked against my naked backside hard. The sound echoed off the trees like a gunshot, deafening in its wake. I trembled and a second slapped against my other cheek, just as loud as the first.

  I keened when the pain of that first strike eventually followed.

  He had been right about before. My last spanking was much gentler than this.

  This one began much harder and faster than the last. I whimpered, feeling helpless with my pussy encased by his palm and my hands bound over my head. I still felt my panties around my thighs, a quiet reminder of his instruction to keep them up around my legs, but I was quickly realizing that was going to be a far harder task than I anticipated. The more he spanked me, the more I began to doubt my ability to follow it at all.

  He spanked all of my backside until it felt like it was completely on fire and my core pulsed even more fiercely with unbridled passion. I lost control of my grasp on it entirely and it just continued to build even hotter than anything I’ve ever felt before.

  I ground my pussy against his palm, almost in an effort to avoid each punishing spank but if I was truly being honest with myself, it was because I needed to come. I wanted release and I would take it, even if I was getting a spanking at the exact same time.

  Each slap against my backside hurt, but with every last terrible sting, an even stronger burst of arousal ultimately followed. Soon enough, I couldn’t recognize one sensation from the other and I cried out from confusion. I tried to separate the two and I failed again and again.

  I was hardly even aware of the fact that my hips were rolling back and forth, forcing my desire higher and higher until I was on the edge of orgasm once more.

  “A spanking hurts, little omega, doesn’t it?” he asked, paddling my backside with one palm while cupping my pussy with the other.

  “Yes, Alpha,” I whimpered, grinding my pussy into his harsh touch.

  “Are you ready to come for me?” he asked, spanking me even harder and I cried out with need. I wanted it. I was ready.

  “Yes, Alpha. Please let me come!” I begged. I meant every word. My body burned with heat and I hoped that an orgasm would force it back. My core twisted fiercely with desire and I practically trembled in his arms. I pleaded for orgasm and even as the words left my lips, I felt myself blush even hotter with shame.

  “Are you thinking about the switching you have coming, little omega?” he pressed.

  I shivered hard. I’d already forgotten, but his reminder caused a rush of slick to dribble down my thighs.

  “Yes, Alpha,” I quivered, imagining how the slender piece of wood would feel as it thrashed my bottom and the rest of the vulnerable places on my body that he had threatened. My pussy pulsed and my clit throbbed even harder. My hips jerked back and forth a bit faster and I knew I was seconds away from falling apart all over his hands at the very same time that he was punishing my naked bottom.

  “I need...” I began to plead.

  “I know what you need. Now come hard for your alpha,” he commanded.

  I obeyed him without question this time.

  My orgasm burst over me like a rushing river. Brilliant white light blinded me, burning even brighter as his ruthless palm paddled my ass over and over and I still came despite all of that. The spanking was harsher and more painful than I anticipated, but I knew now that I was coming even harder because of it.

  When my orgasm faded, the bite of his palm was even crueler. My skin was awash in sensation, my orgasm making me even more sensitive than before. He spanked the tops of my cheeks and directly over top of my pussy, ensuring that he didn’t miss punishing a single inch of my exposed backside. After that, he punished the backs of my legs and I had difficulty keeping still because it hurt so much.

  Even so, my pussy still ground against his hand. He worked me into a frenzy, spanking me and rubbing his palm against my clit until I was on the edge of orgasm once more.

  “I’m going to command you to come for me, again and again until you think you can’t take anymore and then I’m going to force you to come some more,” he whispered and I cried out with arousal and fear and rampant need that I no longer had any hope to contain.

  “Please,” I begged.

  I didn’t know what I was begging for anymore. Frankly, I no longer cared. I wanted him to keep smacking my ass. I wanted to keep coming on his fingers and I no longer cared if anyone heard me screaming out with my pleasure or that they could tell I was even getting spanked in the first place.

  My bottom burned with agony, but the need between my legs was even greater.


  Another orgasm rattled me, and my legs spread wider. My panties stretched around my thighs and cut into my skin. My legs felt weak, but Vikar held me firmly in his arms as I shook through one orgasm after another.

  Pain and pleasure twisted into a single never-ending sensation that consumed me from within. Heat coursed through me and then I came to a terrifying realization.

  I knew what this was.

  How could this be happening?

  I had already come several times and my arousal wasn’t fading. It was simply growing more intense with every passing second. Each orgasm cut through me like a knife, but it wasn’t enough, and I keened with fear knowing that there was only one thing that would subdue my desire once and for all.

  I was an omega about to enter estrous.

  I was going into heat and nothing I could do would be able to stop it.

  I was helpless against it. It had already begun and now I knew that I had no hope.

  Vikar was going to take me.

  I was lost.

  I hadn’t recognized the signs at first. The constant wetness and need every time I thought about him. The way I obeyed his instructions without much of a fight and the way I couldn’t get enough of his scent. It had hit me so quickly that the urge to nest hadn’t even come over me yet.

  I’d gone through several bouts of estrous before, but every single one had been medicinally forced. I’d never been with any alpha other than Thranar and he’d never been patient enough to wait for my body to react to him naturally. I’d never had one organically before, so I hadn’t seen what was happening. I was an omega. My body was programmed to instinctually react to an alpha.

  I stilled and whimpered quietly. Vikar stopped spanking me and I refused to look at him because I knew what was going to happen.

  I was going to lose control. I would beg for him to take me, over and over again until my heat finally abated. I swallowed anxiously. It could last for hours, even days and it wouldn’t stop until he knotted me as many times as my body needed. I would plead for him to fuck me, to give me his cock over and over until my heat finally abated and I saw reason again.