Page 34 of Primal Claim


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He could already smell her cunt—and despite the circumstances, it would already be wet, if he were to guess.

There was mostly fear in that scent, and more than a little embarrassment. But there was something else, too.

Curiosity?

She was full of surprises, his little Omega.

“Up, girl. You heard him.” Adam reached down, smacking her skirt-clad ass. “At attention.”

Reluctance absolutely pouring off of her, she complied, rising to her feet, smoothing down her skirt. He quite enjoyed the vision of her delicate hands putting her clothing back to rights, gliding along the broad curve of her hips, the tell-tale tremble of her fingers conveying her appealing—and arousing—trepidation at what was about to happen.

“Come on, turn around and face us. Hands on your head.”

They waited—rather impatiently—for her to obey.

With a slowness that he was determined to train out of her, she finally faced them, sighing loudly before putting her hands up as ordered. The position tightened the blouse—which was primly buttoned almost all the way up—across the swell of her breasts.

Need to have a word about that, too.

Adam moved close, murmuring at her ear, two fingertips poised against the upper curve of her right hip. “Eyes down, and not a word unless you’re asked a direct question. Understand me?”

“Y-yes, sir.” Her voice was strained, though he couldn’t tell if it was fright or mortification causing it. It mattered very little, really. They were just getting started.

He snaked a hand under her hair at her nape, clenching firmly in the locks there, and used that hold to yank her out into the middle of the room. “Stay there until I move you.”

She had the good sense not to reply, the frantic fluttering of her eyelashes as she stared at the floor saying all that was needed.

Adam stepped back then, though he watched her closely. If she were going to defy him, and disobey, now was going to be the time. He hoped she wasn’t that foolish.

And part of him hoped quite the opposite.

Maddox said nothing for minutes, slowly circling her, then coming back around to her front. He tipped his head toward Adam. “I prefer to do this with the Omega nude. Do you have any objection to that?”

Though for a split second, he tensed with a nascent possessiveness, he forced himself to be magnanimous.

This is for a purpose. You can be growly and possessive some other time. Learn something, asshole.

He waved toward Chastity. “Of course.” He cleared his throat. “Strip, slut. Everything.”

Her eyes flashed up to his for a split second, her mouth falling open. For just a moment, Adam was certain she was going to rebel—and he wasn’t sure if he wanted that even more than her obedience.

Down, boy.

“Do I need to assist you?” Adam murmured, letting just the hint of steel slip into his tone. “You won’t like it if I do.”

She blinked rapidly at that, her nostrils flaring. Then she took a deep, tit-lifting breath, and her gaze slipped back miserably to the floor as she lowered her hands to her bodice, slipping the buttons one by one.

“That hesitation needs to be trained out of her at some point,” Maddox rumbled. “It’s better for them to do it sooner rather than later.”

“We’ll be working on that, trust me.”

Maddox chuckled softly, watching her intently as she undid the last button, slowly pulling the blouse from the clutch of her tight skirt.

“Have you picked her wardrobe for her yet?” Maddox asked Adam the question, but didn’t move his attention from the disrobing female.

“Not formally, no.”

“Might consider starting then.” Maddox gave him a quick glance. “You’d be surprised what that does to their psyche—and their inclination to obey—once you take even that away from them. It turns most of them on, too, which is a nice little bonus. If you’re the sort of Alpha who cares about such things.” Maddox shrugged. “Some couldn’t care less—but you don’t strike me as that type.”

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