Page 163 of Fallen Omega

Or pulling them down to beat her fucking ass blue. “I’ve got paddles with holes in it. One in hard leather, the other in wood. The holes help bring the pain home. I think since you’ve been fucking the other two alphas, coming all over them, that I’ll beat you with those.”

“No.”

I smile nastily. “Yes.” I lean in and breathe out, “Hard.”

And the little perfect slut moans.

“But since I don’t have them, I’m going to punish you this way.”

I unbuckle and pull off my belt, dragging her arms behind her and binding them, down to the wrists.

That moan washes over me, another fucking song. X-rated, siren hot, and dangerous.

I spin her so she’s facing the wall and I pull her hips to me. She pushes the side of her face into the plaster, and I just release myself and push her panties to the side. Then I plunge into her tight, hot, velvet depths.

It’s like coming fucking home, and I know I’m going to end up knotting in her. I’ve been fantasizing about it. About rutting her. Knotting is dangerous for me because it unleashes the feral. I don’t need her heat to go into rut. I just need to fucking want her like it’s the only thing in the world. Like I need to implant my seed in her to state my ownership.

And it scares me.

But she’s on the pills she needs, pills to stop accidents, to stop her heat, to let her be normal and not a slave to her physiology.

I pound into her, going deep, holding her ass cheeks, and I know I want that next. I push a finger in and she moans, whispering, “Yes.”

“Did Reaper get this?”

“Yes.”

“Did you like it?” I slam into her, balls slapping her, and it’s so fucking good, holding back’s getting harder and harder.

Her body sucks at me, the tight fit, wrapping me up, not wanting to let me go, and welcoming me with each thrust. She’s fucking so hot. I want it to hurt so good, feel so good. I need to own her, every inch, make her into mine.

“Yes.”

“Did you fucking come?”

“Yes.”

I slam in harder and then I lean over her and bring my hands down on hers, thrusting all the way in. Then deep, small thrusts that make her gasp with every motion.

“Tell me you want me more, Angel. That you crave this depravity. Do it,” I say.

She half sobs as I slam in.

“Do it.”

“I need it. I crave it,” she says with a gasp. “Are you happy?”

“No. Do you want to come?”

“Yesss…” Her hiss wraps around me as I grab her bound wrists and thrust in again. “Yesss.”

“Just like you came for Knight?” I push my mouth to her ear. “You know you can’t come now, don’t you? I’m not going to fucking stop. I’m going to come in you hard, flood you and then feed you my cum, scoop it out with my fingers and stick it down your throat, make you suck my fucking fingers clean. And then? I’ll fuck you again and again and again until you beg to be whipped and paddled.”

“S-Stop…” Her voice wobbles. “You have to stop.”

I suck her ear. “Why?”

“B-Because I’m not strong like you, I can’t stop myself from coming. I can’t.”

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