Page 46 of Desperate Omega

“If I thought it would help you, I would.”

Thorus’s hand strikes my backside again and again, and the cavern rings with the shameful sound of his hard, unyielding palm spanking my soft, defenseless backside. I turn my face away from Markus and squeeze angry tears from my eyes.

“Stop it!” I beg Thorus. “Please stop spanking me.”

“I will stop when you are ready.”

“Okay, then I’m ready!” I shout. “I’m ready for you to stop spanking me!”

Thorus pauses, and for a moment I think he’s actually going to relent, but his big arm doesn’t move off my back, and my body remains locked in place. He shoves his fingers between my legs to stroke my wet folds. Then he pushes his middle finger inside me as far as it can go. That unexpected penetration makes me whimper.

“You’re not ready,” Thorus says calmly. “Not yet.”

His finger withdraws with a wet sound.

My spanking resumes, even harder than before.

But as I lie there receiving my shameful punishment, something strange happens. Somewhere around the twentieth blow, the pain begins fading into something akin to pleasure. The inner walls of my vagina flutter with arousal, and even more hot slick pours out of me, staining the alpha’s lap. My need is becoming unbearable.

“Please,” I whine. “Thorus, please…”

“Please what?” the alpha asks without breaking the steady rhythm of his spanking. “I’ve already told you, I’m not going to stop until you are ready.”

But I don’t want him to stop. Not exactly. There’s something else I want even more. Something too shameful to even put into words.

“Please, Thorus, please…”

Smack! “You’re going to need to be more specific than that, little omega.” Smack! “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me exactly what it is that you want.” Smack!

Bastard. He’s just toying with me now. He’s trying to make me submit.

It’s working.

The blaze on my backside is burning out of control now, but it’s nothing compared to the fire burning inside my womb. Thorus is right. I need this. I’ve been trying to run from it for such a long time, but now the running is over, and there is nowhere left to hide. The time has come. I must face my need.

“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper.

“What was that?” Thorus says, punctuating the question with another hard blow to my ass. “I can’t hear you, omega. Speak up.”

“I wan you to fuck me.”

Smack!

“Louder.”

“I want you to fuck me!” I scream.

“Do you want it?” Smack! “Or do you need it?”

“I need it!” I cry. “I need it so bad!”

“And is it only me that you need?”

“No! I need Markus and Brik too! I need all three of you! I need you to share me and fuck me and fill me with your seed!”

The spanking ceases, and the cave grows quiet, save for the sound of my ragged breathing and the quiet crackle of the fire still burning in the center of the room. As I suddenly realize what I have just said, my face fills with a heat that rivals the one currently scorching my punished ass. Thorus rubs his palm gently over my buttocks. He gives both of them an affectionate squeeze. Then his hand delves between my legs, and he slips his long, thick finger inside me again. This time, I can feel my pussy squeezing around him, sucking him like a mouth, begging him for pleasure and domination and seed.

He pulls out of me, and I whine at the sudden deprivation. I hear him suck his finger clean, and he purrs with satisfaction. When he finally speaks, his voice is as dark and rumbling as a thunderstorm.