Page 40 of Knot Our Omega

I like punishments,my alpha had teased me, anticipating just how well we’d punish her.

I was furious and hurt that she thought so little of us that she thought we’d discard her, our omega, our cherished. My unit wanted to come, but I refused. I needed to find her myself, punish her, teach her a lesson about what happens when one runs from their alpha. I left my unit at home, ordering them to wait in case she returned, even knowing she wouldn’t return. Not without me.

“You ran, Sydney.” My voice was like gravel as I fought for control, fought to keep the claws at bay and the want of my alpha in check. “You ran, and my alpha didn’t like it.”

A single tear rolled down her cheek, and it broke me. It broke me into a thousand pieces, but having her body pressed against mine glued those pieces back together and reassured me we’d be alright. Her quiet voice whispered into the night, “I couldn’t go back to the facility.”

“We’d never send what’s ours back,” I growled, rubbing my hips into her, grinding my hard cock against her ass to drive home just how much she was ours. “You hear me? Ours.”

“But the omega…” She bit her bottom lip as her eyes went glassy. “The omega was perfect.”

I laughed. I couldn’t help it. Perfect? That omega? She was so far from perfect I couldn’t even begin to describe it. But Sydney? There was nothing more perfect than our omega. I reached a hand up and brushed back her hair before placing a kiss on the nape of her neck then the crook of her shoulder. “Perfect? No. She didn’t have thick, luscious blond hair like you do.”

I let my palms travel along the front of her body before running a finger between her breasts, then cupping the weight of them in my hands. Sydney hissed, her body still sensitive, probably still feeling the tail end of her heat cycle. “She didn’t have perfect breasts like this, that fit like they were made for my hands.”

My omega’s eyes fluttered closed and she moaned. “Luka.”

I ignored her plea and dropped her breasts, trailing my fingers down her stomach. “She didn’t have these hips or luscious curves.”

I bit her ear, and she cried out before I traveled lower, cupping the apex of her thighs. Her body went weightless as her legs crumbled beneath her, held up only by my palm tightening against her cunt. My alpha growled at the damp warmth between her thighs, urging me to take what belonged to us, to prove to her without a single doubt that she was ours.

“I bet her cunt wouldn’t feel nearly as perfect around my cock. You were made for us, omega. Ours. You think we’d throw that away for her?” I adjusted my palm so that I could snake down her pants and into her underwear. “Never. Not when we have an omega so perfectly willing and wet for us.”

And shewaswet. She was soaked just from my touch, her slick coating my palm. I ground my hand down, rubbing against her swollen clit and reveling in the sounds of desperation she made at my touch. The soft gasps were followed by her breathless voice. “But she was what you wanted.”

“Are you doubting that your alpha could change his mind?” I snaked my finger lower, dipping into the creases between her legs.

“No,” she whimpered.

“I never wanted her. The world told me it’s what I should want, but omega, you must know that you are our dream.” I let my free hand come up and caress her hair gently before I fisted the strands and yanked her head back. “You are ours.”

I knew I should wait until she was back at our home, but my alpha refused. Let her be punished by the pain of the bark digging into her skin and the brush scraping her knees. She deserved no less for running from us.

With a roar of frustration, I had her pants torn from her body, leaving her exposed to the cool night’s elements. “Spread your legs, little omega.”

With a strangled cry, she spread her legs, though not nearly wide enough. I wedged my thigh between them, forcing her stance wider as I spoke into her hair. “There you go, little omega. I can’t fuck you, claim you, mate you, if you don’t let me in. You’re going to let me in, aren’t you, omega? Going to let my alpha show you just how much you belong to us?” When she didn’t answer, I growled, “Answer me.”

“Yes.” She cried out when I flexed my hip into her ass.

I reached down, pulling down my zipper and releasing my cock from my pants. “Do you want my cock, little omega? Do you want me to make you scream?”

When she didn’t answer, I ground into her, tearing a cry from her lips. “Yes!”

“Yes who?”

“Yes, Alpha,” she sputtered out, and whenAlphaleft her lips, I flexed my hips forward, sheathing my cock in her body. A low groan left me as I threw my head back, savoring the feeling of her body squeezing mine so damn tight.

“Fucking perfect,” I reminded her, then I moved, pounding into her so hard, all she could do was hold on to the tree as my body forced against her and the bark scraped against her skin. I moved fast, taking no care for the pain the elements might cause, fueled only by my desire to claim her again and the sweet little sounds that left her lips as she held on.

With my hands firm on her hips, I pulled her away from the trunk, crumbling us to the ground and forcing her onto her hands and knees. I knew the twigs were painful as they dug into her knees, knew that leaves offered her palms little protection from the hard ground below us, but I didn’t care.

“Fucking flawless,” I grunted out as my palm skated over her spine. “And you tried to leave.”

“I’m- I’m sorry,” she panted.

“You’re what?”

“I’m sorry, Alpha,” She corrected herself.

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