Page 7 of Eternal

“I think it’s better if we just stop this. It was never going to work. I’m not a purebreed. And what if this whole thing about me being an omega is just temporary and—”

“Take off your panties, Farren.”

She had been so engrossed in her own misery, not daring to look at them in case she started begging that they not send her away, that they not hate her, she failed to realize the atmosphere around her now teemed with friction.

The alphas before her looked ready to dismember heads. Their eyes glittered with their internal wolf, their jaws clenched, and their hands were curled into hard fists.

“What?”

“We said take off your panties, Farren. Now.”

“I—”

Didn’t they hear what she had told them? Their status as pack leaders was at stake if they didn’t get rid of her and they wanted her to take her panties off? But she understood their tone of voice, their stance which was apex predator in human form, and knew arguing with them now would only make things worse for her.

She lifted her dress as much as she needed then gripping the band of her underwear, she dragged them down her thighs and past the heel of her shoes.

She rose and with confusion dotting her face, she stood there holding her diamond-decorated, soaked panties in her hand.

Ashton held his hand out and she reluctantly gave them to him. Her gaze followed him as he slipped them into his trouser pockets.

Duncan then lifted her onto the empty desk, positioning her in such a way that she laid down horizontally, her feet on the edge of the desk. She winced as the hardwood made contact with her achingly sore ass. Then without taking his eye off her, he dragged the heavy fabric of her dress up, exposing her.

She whimpered in embarrassed dismay when he lifted her legs and parted her knees as wide as they would go.

Farren closed her eyes, mortified that her scent now clung to the air. She didn’t have to look down between her legs to know that she was drenched with arousal.

What were they going to do to her?

She turned her head to the right. Ashton had a decorative cushion in his large, calloused hand. He ripped off the pretty red ribbon then threaded it through her engagement ring.

Panting, her heart fluttering wildly, Farren whipped her head away from him and stared at the ceiling instead. She had no idea what they were going to do to her. And strangely the unknown heated her skin and made her wetter. Embarrassed she tried to close her legs, but Duncan issued a tight slap on her inner thigh and her legs fell quickly apart again.

She squirmed when her wetness leaked onto her dress. Aghast that she was ruining a dress that had cost more than a million dollars. But they didn’t care. When she tried to get up, Duncan pushed her back down again.

“The belting was a reminder to come to us first with anything and everything.”

“This will serve as a reminder that just like your claim marks, you are never allowed to remove your ring and certainly never allowed to throw it back at us.”

Farren whimpered and purred as they ran their knuckles down her pussy. The touch created another wildfire in her and her pulsing center vibrated with intense need. She didn’t want to think that just down the corridor in the great hall, at least a hundred people were gathered to celebrate her engagement. Frantically she worried if they had locked the door of the study. What if someone walked in.

Oh, God.

“Such a pretty pussy,” Ashton said softly then punctuated his compliment with a smack to her wet folds that made her growl in shock and anger. And she forgot all else.

“And so very wet,” Duncan said, dipping his finger into her and sucking her cream off his digit. He delivered another slap to her pussy, then inserted two fingers into her. The scissoring motion of his touch sent her reeling. Ashton bent his head and using the tip of his tongue and only that, stroked her clit.

She was dying. She was going to come. She couldn’t stop it if she tried.

But they could.

They released her instantly and this time when Duncan spanked her pussy, he didn’t hold back. She lifted her head off the table, whimpering pathetically one moment then growling in anger the next. She wanted them to make her come and they were torturing her. Playing with her like she was a toy. Heating her pussy with their hands the same way they had heated her still-smarting ass with their belts. They caressed her folds, sucked gently on her clit, then the instant she was just about to come, they turn their caresses to spanks and their suckling to bites.

“You want to come?”

“Please,” was all she was capable of saying. “Please.”

She sighed in blissful joy when they unzipped their pants and freed their cocks. They pulled her closer to the edge of the desk, forcing her legs open as wide as she could go.

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