Rough, Sara Fields [the top 100 crime novels of all time txt] 📗

body twitched with unreleased pleasure. My legs shook and my hands grasped the table as if it offered some semblance of protection. I no longer had any control over the sounds coming out of my mouth and the longer he teased me, the more desperate I became. I begged and pleaded for mercy. I said everything except the very words he wanted to hear.

I’d come here on a mission for the Brotherhood only to be stripped bare and forced to experience the very instinct that I’d always kept hidden deep inside me.

“Magnar, please,” I whispered, my voice carrying a very pitiful edge.

“You know what I need to hear, omega,” he answered.

“Please,” I begged.

His finger continued to tease my clit and I soon wondered if that would be enough to make me cry. My needy bud pulsed painfully beneath his fingertip.

Soon it became too much, and my breath hitched in the back of my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut and I finally forced myself to mutter the words he wanted to hear.

“Please, may I come for you, Alpha?”

“Louder. I want everyone to hear you beg,” he demanded.

I repeated myself as he wanted, blushing hard as every syllable fell off my lips. I had wanted to fight him, but now my need to come far outweighed that.

“That’s a good girl. You may come for your alpha,” he replied, and his fingers quickened at once. He pressed against my clit more firmly, forcing my reluctant pleasure to the surface once more. It didn’t take long for me to feel as though I was going to fall off the edge of the cliff. For several moments, my pleasure grew too strong to bear and I feared him pulling away once again, but this time, he didn’t.

This time, he let me.

When the first fiery tendrils of my very first orgasm began to take hold, I whimpered with terror. It was powerful and all-consuming, and I didn’t know if I would be able to take it. He didn’t give me a choice.

“Alpha,” I wailed, and my legs started to quake. My inner walls clutched at his fingers, greedily taking every inch of the thick digits he offered. He curled them inward, using his fingertips to massage a place deep inside me and I lost every semblance of control that I ever had.

Wild and untamed heat burned through me. Blissfully hot desire curled deep inside me and finally broke free.

I screamed as my first orgasm tore through me. My moans were shamefully vulgar, and I did nothing to quiet them. I sounded like a feral animal, but as ecstasy rattled me senseless, I found that I no longer cared.

As I came for him, I told myself that this was a one-time thing, that I would never allow something like this to happen again. Right now, we were working together to appease the Cult. That’s all this was. Nothing more.

My fingers snuck beneath my chest, finding my nipples and toying with them as I quivered under the power of my release and when it finally faded, I released them and pressed my fingers flat against the table. He pulled his fingers free from my body and I knew he’d done what he wanted to do.

After it was over, I simply breathed and turned my head so that I could see him.

“My people, together we shared my omega’s first orgasm. You can see the evidence of it glistening on my fingers, can’t you?”

The crowd roared and it was hard to distinguish their words. I closed my eyes, unwilling to see anymore.

Magnar didn’t let me. He grasped my upper arm and jerked me up, making a show of his roughness for all to see. Without a moment’s pause, he pressed his fingers against my lips, and I pulled back automatically.

“You will clean your slick off my fingers, omega,” he demanded and hesitantly, I opened my mouth for him. The sweet musky taste of my own arousal was jarring at first, but as I continued to suckle his fingers, I found that I didn’t hate it. In fact, I sort of liked it.

“Good girl. You’re almost done. I’m so proud of you,” he whispered softly in my ear. His voice was different, gentle even, as if I was the only one in the room with him at that moment.

I suckled his fingers more enthusiastically, swirling my tongue around his knuckles and cleaning him off the best that I could. When I was done, he pulled free of my lips and curled his arms around me before he lifted me cleanly off the ground.

“My omega is in need of rest. She’s in for a long night ahead. I expect the rest of you to drink the castle’s wine and mead stocks dry,” he announced and before anyone could say anything in protest, he descended the stage and strode through the Great Hall with purpose. When the crowd finally realized that he was leaving they began to protest.

He cleared his throat, and they went quiet.

“Don’t you worry, Kingsworth. You will hear my omega screaming my name before the night is through. I’m looking forward to it,” he exclaimed, and I hid my face in his chest.

Did he mean it? Had he changed his mind about what he wanted with me? Did I even want him to?

I shivered against him and his arms tightened protectively. Feeling very tired all of a sudden, I closed my eyes. I didn’t know why, but for some reason I felt safe with him.

I fell asleep against him with my bottom burning and my pussy still sore.

Chapter 4

Magnar

The amount of restraint it had taken to resist the tiny little omega in my arms had been the hardest thing I’d ever had to do in my life. Every bone in my body was screaming for me to take the innocent woman as hard as she needed to be taken. I’d seen the way her body had called for mine. I’d felt the way her tight pussy had