I hope she can handle it.
Over Killian’s Shoulder
Beth
Fear,panic, and rage grip me, and I scream at the top of my lungs. “Put me down!” I slam my fists against his back over and over again. But Killian doesn’t say a word. He quietly carries me down the hall and up the stairs.
Why isn’t he commanding me to stop?
Because he wants you to tire yourself out, I answer my own question. Realizing it would be smarter to save my energy, I stop, then go limp.
“All done?” Killian asks as he steps into his bedroom. I can still smell Jeremy’s bright scent lingering in the air.
“Put me down,” I ask, a little calmer, and ready to run the second my feet touch the floor.
“What you did was not appropriate,” Killian says as he shuts the door behind him. I hear a lock click into place, but all I can see is the alpha’s back. “You don’t stab people, Beth.” He walks to the bed. “We talked about this.”
He’s right, of course. But I refuse to admit it.
“I don’t belong to you,” I say as he sits on the foot of the bed. Big hands grip my hips and I slide down his front. I tense, ready to run or fight, but right before my feet can touch the floor, Killian manhandles me, flinging me over his knee. Confused, I lay there for a second, hair hanging in my face, trying to figure out what the hell he’s doing.
“You could have really hurt me.” Killian’s voice is so calm, and it enrages me to no end. “I know you grew up in a house where that kind of violence was commonplace, but we don’t do that here.” He shifts, trapping my legs between his and pushing my head low to the ground.
“What—” I jolt, then scream when my nightgown is pulled up. Cool air hits my exposed thighs first, then my backside. Before I can process what’s happening, a sharp smack lands on my bare ass. “Gah!” I grab the side of Killian’s thigh, squeezing with all my might. “What the fuck?”
“Calm down, Beth.” Killian palms my ass, squeezing my stinging flesh. His fingers spread wide, covering one whole cheek. “Relax and take your punishment.” But it’s not a command. He seems to rarely use his alpha voice on me.
I’m not sure how I feel about that.
Suddenly, the alpha’s hand disappears, then lands hard, delivering two swift pops. One on each cheek. It stings, radiating up and down my spine, but I’ve been beaten worse. “We don’t treat others like that in this house,” he says. “We treat each other with respect.” He caresses my hot backside. “Do you understand?”
An irrational anger grips me—just like it did downstairs.
In the last two days, I have been beaten, shamed, snatched, drugged, and sold. And this asshole wants to lecture me on the fucking house rules?
I want to fucking kill him. Rip him limb from limb, then dance in a river of his blood.
“Beth?” Killian’s firm tone pulls me from my thoughts. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“Fuck you,” I snarl at the carpet inches from my face.
His flat palm lands on my ass again, but this one hits ten times harder than the previous spankings. My body bucks as pain cuts up my backside right to the base of my skull. A hot tingling sensation crawls across my skin, then it creeps lower. Very low. My pussy pulses, and slick begins to seep.
I’m so confused by my body’s response that I don’t even react when Killian spanks me again.
“Have you had enough?” Killian asks, leaning over to see my face, but my hair blocks his view. I’m glad. I don’t want him to see how flushed I am. “Omega?” He spanks me again, making my body rock against his firm thigh. “Have you learned your lesson?”
And then I feel it.
Something long and thick pokes at my side, digging into my hip.He’s hard.
I’m instantly dizzy and my breathing picks up.
“Beth?” Killian’s voice is a deep, throaty rumble. “Answer me, omega. Have you had enough?”
A drop of slick trickles down the inside of my leg and something devious slips over me. My abs flex as I lift up, then turn to look at the alpha the best I can. “No.” My tone is purposefully sharp as I hold Killian’s gaze. “I haven’t had enough.”
There’s a flash of something in the alpha’s eyes, but it’s not rage. It’s lust.
