I gagged hard as his milky seed burst into my mouth once more.
“Do you need a session with my belt?” he threatened, and my core plummeted with anxiety. With everything left in me, I forced myself to swallow around his cock for the first time. I swallowed a second and third time, taking every last drop of his seed just like he’d wanted.
His fists tightened in my hair and a fresh wave of pain flashed across my scalp. He groaned and yet another wave of his cum burst into my mouth. Hot. Thick. Arousing.
I took it all. I swallowed every drop with his cock still in my mouth and the vision of his belt marking my backside cemented at the forefront of my thoughts.
When he was finally finished with me, he released my head and pulled free of my lips. I gasped, feeling as if I was in a daze.
“You will use your tongue to thoroughly clean your alpha’s cock,” Magnar demanded. “I want Neegan to see just how talented you are with that little tongue.”
A fresh wave of arousal coursed through me at the same time that I felt my face heat with shame.
I pressed my tongue against him, licking him up and down and taking special care to swirl around the head of his cock as much as I could. I made sure there wasn’t a drop of his seed left behind before I finally pulled away and looked tentatively up at him.
“You’ve trained her well,” Neegan observed and my flush deepened.
“She knows her place,” Magnar murmured. Slowly, he tucked himself away and I watched him as I knelt there on my knees with the taste of his seed still on my tongue. As the seconds passed, my body heated further, a simmering riptide of tumultuous desire and need like I’d never felt before. I thought it would begin to fade, but it didn’t. It only grew stronger.
“Stand, omega,” he commanded. I stood up on shaky legs. Without pause, he gripped the fabric of my dress and lifted it, revealing my thighs. I rushed to block his movement the moment I realized his intent, but when he cleared his throat and leveled me with a dangerous glare I paused.
“Hands behind your back, omega,” he said with a growl. His snarl fell all around me like magic. It was heavy and my shoulders bowed under its weight. My fingers wiggled, wanting to obey. With a deep breath, I moved my hands behind my back and the power of his alpha lightened to a bearable amount.
His fingers dove between my thighs.
I cried out and tried to press my legs together in order to stop him, but it did nothing. It didn’t even begin to stop him. He pressed the pad of his finger up against my clit and slid it back and forth.
“As I expected, omega. Your pretty little cunt is soaking wet for me,” he observed, and all the air rushed out of my lungs as the meaning of his words fully settled on me. I blushed deeply, but my body reacted violently to the sordid display.
I hated it. The arousal deep in my core had other ideas.
That single finger lightly teased my clit as he stared into my eyes. His dark glare made me feel so small and anxiously aroused that I couldn’t look away. I wanted to tell him to stop. I wanted to tell him to take his hands off me, but most of all I wanted to beg him to make me come.
So I said nothing at all.
Instead, I stood there in silence with his hand possessively touching between my thighs. My chest rose and fell with my effort to stay quiet and my core twisted hard inside me with passionate desire that refused to fade even just a little.
My tongue pressed against the roof of my mouth. I could still taste him.
His hand pulled away and I was left with the lonely pull of my own ravenous need. My pussy clenched hard and he turned away. The painful sting of denial was harsh, and I blinked, trying to stem the flow of tears that threatened to fall. In an effort to save whatever pride I had left, I turned my eyes to the ground and simply focused on breathing rather than the endless throbbing between my legs.
He sat down beside Neegan on the bench as the two of them murmured about castle finances and the state of the city’s army and soon I stopped listening altogether. Instead, I drowned in my own misery and self-pity before I directed it all back at him.
My omega wanted him badly and I hated it.
My pussy never stopped throbbing, forever reminding me that he’d denied me release and had simply used me as he saw fit.
Did he not care that he’d left me this way? Was his disdain for me that great?
The two men talked for a long while before they finally parted ways.
“Come. It is time to get you back to your chambers,” he said simply once we were alone again. His voice was still hard, and the tension in his body had yet to relax. My lower lip shook as I followed him on shaky legs. We walked an identical path back to my room and once I was inside, he moved to shut the door between us.
“Wait,” I blurted out unintentionally.
“What is it?” he asked and there was a definitive frustrated annoyance in the way he said it.
I wanted to ask him to stay. I wanted to ask for him to return his fingers to my clit. I wanted to feel every last inch of his cock sinking into my needy flesh.
I wanted to ask him to take my innocence.
I stood there as his glare focused solely on me and I lost everything I wanted to say.
“Well, out with it, omega,” he spat, and I wanted to cry.
The words just wouldn’t come.
I was a coward, too afraid to
