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“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 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.


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