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

I started to beg.

“Please. I’m sorry, Alpha,” I pleaded, hoping he would listen, but his ruthless hand continued to spank my burning pussy. The sound of his palm against my folds was shamefully wet and my face heated as I realized that even more slick was dripping down my thighs at his harsh admonishment and everyone would be able to see it. Worst of all, I knew that he would too.

“Remember your place, omega,” he growled, and my omega cowered a little before him. My shoulders rounded, instantly responding to the deep warning in his voice.

I didn’t want to submit, but my instincts demanded it. My omega demanded it.

“Yes, Alpha. Please!” I whispered.

He stopped spanking my pussy for a moment and cupped his palm against it possessively. I breathed shakily, trying to calm the frantic beat of my heart just as his forefinger began to drag up and down my needy clit. I felt nervous, unsure of his intentions yet wanting to find out all the same.

I quivered, trying to handle the burning sting he’d painted across my backside, my thighs, and between my legs. Everything hurt, but at the same time something else was brewing beneath my flesh. The pain was twisting into something else even more enthralling.

Desire.

His touch between my thighs was intoxicating and my core twisted in on itself in a painful showing of arousal like I’d never experienced before. That single finger danced across my clit and I couldn’t help but push back against him. The more he teased me, the more I pushed away the fact that there were hundreds if not thousands of eyes watching me respond to him so shamefully. I ignored that they could see the way I was writhing across the table and that they could see the arousal practically pouring from my pussy in response to him.

He slipped one finger inside me and I gasped audibly. My inner walls clutched at that thick digit and as he began to pump it in and out of me, I groaned with pleasure. His movements were slow, but consistent and before I could stop myself my hips were rolling in tune with his steady thrusts.

My mind continued to fight him, but my body wanted to give in. Urgent need boiled inside of me that needed to be released and I sincerely hoped he would let me.

“Have you ever taken an alpha’s cock in this tight omega cunt?” he asked boldly, and a rush of arousal raced down my spine.

“No, Alpha,” I answered. My legs were beginning to tremble, and I couldn’t make them stop. I bit my lip and tried to keep my cries of pleasure quiet. He thrust a second finger inside me, and my virgin hole burned at the unexpected stretch. He fingered me roughly and I struggled to take it. Before long though, my whimpers of pain became moans of desire and my core twisted hard with aching need.

I’d never felt anything like it. Without my suppressant supply, my body was reacting with my natural omega instinct and I was quickly finding that I wanted more.

I wanted to know what it was like.

“Please,” I begged. I was too far gone to recognize what I was asking for. Did I want him to take his fingers out of me? Did I want him to continue? Did I want even more shameful things?

My hips ground back against him, taking him deeper inside me. I could feel every knuckle thrusting into my aching flesh and my belly contracted even harder with desire for more. My reluctant need grew more intensely by the second. He released my wrists and pressed his palm down firmly on my lower back, keeping me in place for whatever was to come next.

“Do you want to come for your king, little omega? Would you like to come for me with your bright red bottom on display while my fingers thrust in and out of this very wet and very needy little pussy?” Magnar announced and I shivered with shame at the same time that my body clenched hard around him. He chuckled, likely feeling how I had tightened for him and I blushed even redder.

“Please, Alpha,” I begged. I wouldn’t give him the pleasure of saying yes.

“So wet for me, my pretty omega,” he exclaimed, and his fingers slowed down as if he was taunting me. I wagged my hips back and forth trying to entice him to move faster again. Another finger slipped forward to caress my clit. When he pushed forward, he grazed it lightly, teasing me.

Breathlessly, I rode his fingers until I was so needy it hurt. My core had tightened into a tiny little ball. I didn’t know how much more I could take, but he made me take it anyway. My skin was buzzing with an urgent electricity that yearned to be set free.

I’d never had an orgasm before. I’d never needed to, but as his fingers lazily entered my pussy over and over, I soon realized that I wasn’t going to have a choice.

“Please,” I begged again, hoping that this time he’d listen to me. He pressed a bit harder against my clit and I gasped with pleasure.

“You will ask your king for permission to come, omega, and you will do it loud enough so that all of Kingsworth can hear how much you need your alpha,” he demanded.

My face burned hot at his words. He couldn’t mean that.

“I can’t,” I wailed softly, and he just laughed at me.

“You will, omega. It is simply a matter of time,” he answered. I balked, but his palm still pinned me against the table. He increased the tempo of his thrusts, pressing his fingers in and out of me firmly but not enough to make me orgasm. Instead, he tortured me with those very fingers until I felt like I could practically climb the walls.

Every nerve in my