AllFreeNovel
Share Us
ChapterTwenty-Eight
Ramsey
Am I a bad influence? Possibly. Watching the showdown between my brother and our omega is too damn good to miss out on.
“The spinach, sweet potatoes, and…” She points to the corner of her plate. “Whatever the hell that is, are collectively not passing the palate test.”
“Which one is the least unappealing?” War asks, leaning closer.
“You mean the most appealing?” She crosses her arms over her chest, tipping her chin in the air. “None.”
I grab my napkin, pretending to clean my face in an attempt to hold back the laugh. I sure hope she’s blocking her feelings in the bond for at least Fitz and War, because she’s about to bubble over with excitement in our link.
“Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?” Fitz asks, grimacing a little.
“Nope.”
“Oh, baby girl. You’re just itching for my palm on your ass, aren’t you?” War asks, dropping the fork.
“I’m pretty sure you’re all talk.” She slides out of her chair and aims for the living room, but War is out of his chair in a blink. “Uh-oh,” she whispers, bolting for the bedroom.
War chuckles darkly, striding toward her on long legs. He snatches her with a huge handful of her still-wet hair at the base of her skull.
I shove myself out of my chair, about to tell him to chill the fuck out, but Tinley moans long and loud as her head snaps back.
“Come on, Fitz. You can help me punish our omega.” War guides her over to the back of the couch. “You can watch her face for me and keep her hands restrained.”
Fitz jogs over and kneels on the couch cushion as War bends Tinley over the back of the sofa. My brother carefully stretches her hands out, and Fitz watches the entire process with rapt fascination.
War still has a hand wrapped in her hair and pulls her head back, tilting it so he can see her face. “Do you have a safe word you’d prefer to use?”
She shudders out a breath. “Red is fine.”
“Yellow, if you’d like to slow down or you’re getting too close to your limits.” War releases her hair, and she smiles brightly at Fitz as he holds her hands to the top of the couch.
“Yes, Daddy. I understand.”
“You’re pure goddamn trouble,” Fitz says, his accent making his words run together. He chuckles, nuzzling his nose to hers.
“Which side would you like to view from?” War asks me.
I’ve been standing around as purely a voyeur. I shrug. “I’ll watch from here and maybe meander to check on her face.”
“That works for me,” War agrees. “I’m going to bare your bottom now, baby girl.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
War slides his hands up her thighs and under her pajama dress. Her panties hit the floor, and the image sends a pulse to my cock. He pins the dress just above her ass with his forearm and caresses her hip with his free hand. “Now I think we both know you were asking for this without saying the words. I also owe you a birthday spanking. So, unless you have any objections, we’re going to keep this closer to fun-ishment than actual discipline.” He pulls her ass back even farther with the hand on her hip and runs the backs of his fingers over her pussy.
“Just get to it,” she huffs, wiggling her hips. It makes her ass jiggle, and I bite my lip as my cock pulses with undeniable interest.
War doesn’t hesitate, but it’s clear he’s going easy on her. The loud, echoing slap of his palm landing on her right ass cheek fills the air.
Tinley jumps around on her tiptoes, but she doesn’t struggle. If anything, I think her ass pokes out farther.
“Do you want to tell me why you’re upset with me?” War swaps to the other cheek, peppering her ass with a few more slaps.
Her head shakes.
