Page 67 of Omega's Virtue: Part One (The Hartwell Sisters Saga 2)

“Shush,” Jack wrapped an arm around her waist to prevent the banshee from launching herself at me. “I agree with Pax. You made a dangerous decision.”

“Oh? And I thought you wanted to knot me. To shove that alpha sword into my omega sheath.”

The immediacy of my desire for that exact fantasy, to feel her slick quim about my knot when I’d yet to know that supreme pleasure.

“All in good time, Trix.”

“First you must face the consequences.”

“But yesterday…” She trailed off, casting a furtive glance at Jack who watched her with a curious smile. I wonder if he guessed… It dit not matter, and if I watched him too long I’d become transfixed with the long lazy way he fisted his thick cock.

“Was a taste of what to expect. Put her over your lap,” I told Jack. Poor, sweet Vixen didn’t know what was about to happen. Or if she did, then she was more perfect than I could have imagined. Goddess, did she remember what I had done to her just yesterday? I had not forgotten, replaying the image over and over again until I was not sure how close to reality it was, for I’d considered every possible action, how it could be sweetened or prolonged. How I would have her in such an other way the next time—at my earliest possible convenience. Little did I imagine that time would be now and with Jack.

“Jack?”

At the prompt, he settled into the large chair at the head of the table, and like an obedient, sweet omega, whose eyes blazed rebellious fury, Beatrice folded herself over his lap. I’d expected a fight. I’d not… “Do you think we shall go easy on you if you follow orders?”

“I’ve done nothing wrong.” She tried to wiggle out of what she knew was coming, what she wanted—if her sweet, sweet scent was any indication. “If you insist on this injustice I’ll not give you cause to hold anything against me.”

“What a little lawyer. Should have taken the bar…” I chuckled. She’d not reminded me of a Hartwell omega until this moment. Now that blind arrogance made its way to the surface.

“If it ever gets too much, you will tell us. We’ll do nothing that you do not desire…” Jack assured her. He might pretend to be soft, but I’d seen those hands work before. I knew how strong and controlled he could be. My dark, dangerous alpha giving comfort to my fiery omega before he would be the one to give her the lesson.

“I desire…”

“Yes, little omega, I know. I can read all your dark desires in your scent and by the slick that is ruining the carpet. But that is not enough. I will not ask you along the way if I can fuck your ass while Jack has his cock down your throat. I will not seek your permission when we knot you together…”

“I…”

“You will tell me to stop…”

“No, Pax. Another word, for I intend her to beg for release,” Jack said, his eyes glinting almost gold in the afternoon light. “Another word for the little omega to say when she needs us to stop. Something Trix won’t scream in ecstasy when she is begging us to end her torture.”

“Please…”

“A word, omega.”

“Colour?”

“Colour.” I petted her head, before fisting Jack’s hair and pulling him into a kiss. By all that I held holy, he tasted sweet. “Colour, and everything stops.”

“Why are you asking this of me?” She twisted in his lap to look up at me.

“Because I like a little pain with my pleasure. So does Jack… so do you,” I purred. “But if you think it too much? If you find yourself wishing yourself anywhere but here, with us, know I will not force you. Remember, sweet Vixen, scent is not consent.”

She shifted, her thighs squeezing, rubbing together, probably trying to find some friction for her aching sex. I had her.

“Will you be a good omega for us?” I asked as I ran my hand along her back, my fingers brushing against Jack’s as he did the same. She moaned, arched, presented her perfect, full ass. If ever there was a cue, that was it. I nodded to Jack. He raised his hand and brought it down with a hard, sure smack. The little noise she made was from surprise. “Count them out, Trix.”

I laid out another.

“One!”

“Ah… No. We will need to start again,” I rubbed my hand over the round globe of her ass.

“What?”

“That was two. We must begin at one again. You have not been made to follow rules for a very long time, if ever. Now, I do not blame our Jack. He is not to blame. But now we are all here, and you can receive the structure that you need.”

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