Page 34 of Omega for the Pack

“Hmm,” said Jatix, stalking me. Eyes narrowed.

My chest rose and fell in shallow breaths as I panicked. I was still in heat, and now I was freaking scared, so it wasn’t a good combination. I felt aroused and also shaking with fear. Two alphas looked like twins, with one being chubbier.

“Please let me go,” I said.

“It’s the law for an omega to mate with alphas,” said Jatix. “You cannot survive on your own. Now bring that sweet ass over here before I punish you.” His threat wasn’t light. It looked like he meant it.

I turned and ran for the front door.

But the pack was too fast for me. Someone grabbed me from behind, lifting me into the air.

“Where do you want her, Jatix?” asked the rough voice of the man carrying me against his scarred chest. The largest male of the pack was holding me.

“To the Naughty Room, Darius,” said Jatix. “She tried to run away, so we must train her and teach her a lesson.”

What the hell?

I grew increasingly terrified as we descended a flight of stairs.

I fought and shoved the man holding me, but it was like fighting a boulder. He wasn’t budging, and his hold on my midsection tightened as he carried me. Finally, after a few minutes of walking down the stairs, the man set me down, and I hitched up my wet dress to keep from tripping.

Jatix pulled my hand into a darkly lit room.

The room had red curtains covering all the windows from top to bottom. In the back, multiple beds were in a neat, straight row covered in white sheets. In the middle of the vast room, contraptions hung from the ceiling. Handcuffs hung from them, and next to them were different-colored whips of varying sizes.

I stared wide-eyed at all the sex toys.

I didn’t recognize many sitting on a shelf organized by labels. Vibrators, anal plugs, beads, vibrating panties, and other things that looked like torture devices to me were terrifying. But my body turned hotter as I gazed at them, scared of what Jatix had planned for me.

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked when he sat on a large chair and pulled me onto his lap.

“Before I can share you with my pack, I have to spank you, darling,” he said. “Just a warm-up before we get to the show.”

“Please don’t,” I trembled. I was trapped. I tried to pull away from him, but I was no match for his strength.

The four men stood around us like guards, preventing my escape.

Jatix touched my chin in mock pity, his eyes delighted. I looked away. In seconds, he had spun me around, and my bottom was turned to face him. I squirmed and tried to get out of his grasp, but it was useless. My breasts were squashed against his knees, covered in his stupid purple robe. He smelled excessively of cologne.

He pulled up my dress, exposing my butt. I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I had lost it on Sam’s boat on the way here.

“What a beautiful plump bottom,” he said, rubbing his palm over it. “You are ours, little omega. We have been waiting for you for a long time. Right men?”

My heart beat faster, trying to block him out. But the pain from my heat made it impossible to zone out. I needed a knot.

“Yes,” one of the men answered in response.

“Who wants to see me open her up?” said Jatix.

“Spread her open, alpha Jatix,” said one of the men in a hitched voice. I could hear unzipping and could see their pants start to drop. They were watching me closely, and my pussy was dripping despite my fear.

“First, she needs to be spanked. Right, little omega?” said Jatix.

“No,” I said.

That earned me a swift, hard spank to my left buttock.

I yelped in pain. When the sting died down, he spanked me again on the opposite cheek. I squirmed in his lap, trying to rub my aroused pussy on his knee. His spanking made me more aroused, and my womb clenched painfully.

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