Page 49 of Bonds of Hate

It takes me even more by surprise when he pushes his chair back and sinks to his knees in front of me.

I nearly choke on the bite of bread in my mouth. “What are you doing?”

“Having dessert.” The darkness in his voice is richer than even the most decadent dish on the table. “Do you think I’m going to find the sweet treat I’m looking for?”

I’m drenched, and he already knows it. This close, he can probably smell my slick even over the food. I’ve been wet since the moment he pressed me back against the stairs. I tell myself it’s an unconscious response to the close proximity of an Alpha in his prime.

He plucks at a nipple hard enough to bow my back. “Swallow that bite before you choke on it.”

This humiliation is as much of a punishment as hurting me physically. Maybe worse. If he put me over his knee and spanked me with a belt, at least I’d only have to endure pain. There isn’t any shame in feeling pain.

“Please don’t…”

“Already begging, that was easy. Don’t stop eating,” he reminds me firmly. “And if you drop even a single crumb on this floor, you’ll be cleaning it up with yourtongue.”

I rip off another bite with my teeth bared, resisting the urge to spit it back in his face.

He settles back in a crouch, surveying my naked body with obvious pleasure. “Tell me why you’re being punished?”

I instinctively thrash against his hold and his hand tightens hard around my thigh, practically circling the entire thing. I’ll probably end up with a bruise. Taking a deep breath, I force myself to still. “Because I was snooping around without permission.”

“Not just that,” he replies sharply. His hand curves around my hip, fingers pressing painfully into the divot of my hip, as he watches me for a reaction. “I’m the one who knows your shameful little secret.”

My heart beats hard enough to burst from my chest. I distantly wander if kicking him in the face would surprise him enough to allow me to get away.

As if I have anywhere else to run.

I swallow a bite of the bread, and it settles like a stone in my belly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You think you can come back here and playact like the proper, chastised Omega without giving something up in the process?” When I instinctively shift away, he wrenches my thighs apart until the outside of my knees presses against the table’s edge. He leans forward until his lips brush against my inner thigh as he speaks, tone harsh and mocking. “Why are you fighting? I thought this is what you wanted. What was it you said, who wouldn’t want to be a princess? Safe and protected. You chose Logan — you chose us — because we’re the only ones who can give you whatyou need. That’s why you haven’t let another Alpha touch you since you ran away from us.”

I don’t want to remember that day a year ago, not right now. Not when the memory still causes a reaction that I can’t fight.

Ares presses a gentle kiss against my inner thigh. The softness is a sharp contrast to the harsh grip of his fingers as he holds me in place. He shifts higher, nose brushing against the patch of hair on my mound as he deeply inhales. When he makes a satisfied growl, my belly clenches in response.

A plaintive whimper escapes my lips as my head tips back to hang from my shoulders. I just want this moment to be over before the hot shame of it burns me to a crisp. “Please, just do whatever you’re going to do.”

He shakes his head, making a sound of disappointment. “I don’t need to crack your head open to see what you have hidden inside, sweet Omega. That day is one of my favorite memories. I was the one who had his fingers nearly broken in half from how hard you squeezed them when you came. How fucking wet you were from the moment Logan told you to get on your knees. You want this. You want us. You always have.”

With no warning, he thrusts a thick finger inside me. I keen, hips rising almost an inch off the table before he presses me back down. His hiss of satisfaction curls along my senses and sends a shiver of feeling right between my legs.

“Fucking wet, enough to drown in.”

He pumps in and out with a steady, punishing rhythm that would force my body further back on the table if hedidn’t wrap his arm around my waist to prevent any further movement. A loud squelching sound brings a fiery blush to my cheeks and I distantly wish it were actually possible to die of shame.

My knees tremble as I resist the deep pulse of pleasure. “Just because you force my body to respond doesn’t mean I like it.”

“No?” He adds a third finger, stretching me wide enough that a slight burn cuts through the pleasure. His tongue peeks out of his mouth to trace full lips. “Let’s test that theory.”

I know I should be expecting it, but I still let out a squeak of surprise when his mouth descends. He flattens his tongue directly against my engorged clit. His fingers continue to pump in and out, twisting to hit a spot deep inside me that forces a guttural moan from my throat.

He licks with slow strokes, teasing in circles around the sensitive bit of flesh, then sucks it hard between his lips. Heated pleasure grows like a ball of fire at the pit of my belly. It grows larger and larger until I feel just on the edge of exploding. The dinner roll hits the carpet with a dull thud as both of my hands push into his hair, my hips bucking in search of an imminent release.

Ares abruptly pulls away, leaving only cold air where his heat used to be. The muscles of my belly spasm from the ruined orgasm, leaving me feeling deflated and empty.

“I think you taste even better than I remember.” He holds up glistening fingers, maintaining eye contact as he licks them clean. “When you catch your breath, tell me just how much you hated every moment of that. If you’re reallyconvincing, I won’t touch you again tonight. I’ll even let you go back to the harem.”

I fight the urge to cry, both from shame and the spoiled pleasure from my almost orgasm. “You don’t have to do this.”

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