Page 11 of Bad Omega

Renn wasn’t lying; my ass really is red. Or perhaps pink is a better word. A deep, vibrant pink, like the wild azalea flowers I sometimes see growing in the forest.

Knar gently brushes his hand over my bottom. He grabs one side and gives it a firm squeeze. The skin blanches briefly under his grip, then flushes red again as he releases it.

“Take a good look,” he growls. “This is what happens to omegas who misbehave.”

“Oh,” I whisper. “Is that all?”

Now why did I have to go and say that? Why, why, why…?

I cannot see Knar’s smile in the mirror-shard, but I can hear it when he speaks, and it sends an icy tingle racing down my spine.

“Hardly,” he says. “I’m not finished with you, little omega. In fact, I’m just getting started.”

And that’s when the real punishment commences. Knar is merciless, unrelenting. He does not give me a chance to catch my breath between blows, but he delivers them one right after another, jolting a series of helpless cries from my trembling lips.

Oh Source…

Something is happening SMACK! inside me. It’s like that fluttering SMACK! I felt in my tummy, only it’s not SMACK! in my tummy anymore. It’s lower SMACK! down now, deep within my SMACK! core, and it’s growing SMACK! stronger with every SMACK! touch of Knar’s SMACK! brutal SMACK! hand.

“Daddy!” I try to say. “Wait!”

But the words don’t make it past the sudden tightness in my throat. All that comes out is a shameful whimper of—

SMACK!

And then the feeling isn’t just inside me anymore. It’s spilling out from between my legs on a tide of wet slick that stains my thighs and fills the air with the hot scent of feminine need. My heart skips as I finally realize what’s happening to me.

The spanking stops. Knar freezes. All three alphas do. For a moment, the room is deadly silent. Then I hear them sniffing the air.

Smack.

Knar strikes me one last time, but not with his hand. This time, the blow is to my belly, and it is delivered by the long, hard thing that has suddenly awoken between the alpha’s legs.

“Daddy?” I whisper.

“Eri?”

Knar flips me over so I’m lying face up on his lap. He stares down at me with a strange look in his eyes. Bjor scooches in close and leans over to get a better look.

“Source,” he rumbles. “Look at her pupils. She’s…”

“In heat,” Knar finishes.

I open my mouth to deny what he just said, but before I can get any words out, a wave of arousal surges through me, arching my back and forcing a desperate whine from my lips. My nipples are two pebbles inside my top. My sex pulses with need.

“No shit she’s in heat,” Renn says. “Don’t need to see her pupils to know that. I can fucking smell it.”

He’s standing at my feet, staring down at me with a look of raw hunger in his eyes. The front of his loincloth is sticking straight out, and it reminds me a bit of those goofy boys from earlier today—but with one massive difference:

The thing hidden behind Renn’s loincloth is bigger.

Much bigger.

Slowly, he sinks to his knees in front of me. At some point, my legs have fallen open, and before it occurs to me to close them again, Renn is between them, blocking them with his muscular frame. He grabs the front of my loincloth, starts to lift…

“Wait!” I shout, pushing it back down again.

Knar and Bjor both grab my wrists, one apiece, and gently pull my hands away.