She squeaked in surprise and I doubted she’d ever been manhandled like this before in her life.
“Let me go,” she spat, and I grinned.
The Cult wanted to see how much I appreciated my gift. I was going to show them that and so much more.
With my free hand, I caressed her naked backside. I allowed myself to gaze at her bare porcelain skin, fully enjoying the pale color that would soon wear the king’s mark.
She really was a beautiful gift.
But against me, she didn’t stand a chance.
I had a feeling that I was going to enjoy this next bit far more than she was and that made my cock as hard as iron.
I took a long moment to drag my fist up and down my shaft and the crowd went wild.
We lived in a land where alphas reigned, and this defiant little omega needed to be taught her place in that world.
I grinned as she struggled beneath me.
Oh, yes. I was really going to enjoy this.
Chapter 3
Ariana
When his hands had squeezed my shoulders, I had known something was off and I’d stiffened with suspicion. I could feel him building the crowd’s energy up with his words and when he’d ripped open my dress, I’d wanted to kick him right between the legs, but I held back. I knew the crowd was watching and even though I wanted to hate the man who had bared me in front of everyone, I couldn’t bring myself to. I knew the Cult was scrutinizing us. I’d seen the bed perched up in full view of the audience. I knew what they expected, but I also knew that the king had no intention of taking me as his mate. He would never fuck me and whatever was happening was Magnar’s way of getting around their expectations.
What I hadn’t expected was to be bent over the table by force. I’d been stripped naked before and men had looked at me, but I’d never been put on display quite like this. Everyone watching would be able to see everything from the wetness dripping onto my thighs to the even darker places hidden between my bottom cheeks. I was so exposed that it caught me off guard and I didn’t really know what to do.
The Brotherhood hadn’t prepared me for something like this.
“My omega is beautiful, isn’t she?” he asked loudly, and the crowd roared with their agreement. “She was given to me this evening and this is the first time I’m laying eyes on her naked skin and it’s only right that you get to share that with me,” he continued.
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
