Fever (The Omegaborn Trilogy Book 3)

by Sara Fields

  The two of us were now completely alone.

  “You see, Nikki, your alphas will never be able to punish you like you need. Any one of them would have broken down and fucked you already, but not me. I’m going to punish and master this little omega pussy like only a beta can,” he said, his tone dark, commanding, and utterly confident.

  His fingers toyed at my clit, circling it, pinching and prodding it. I sighed, the muscles in my body tightening with pleasure. As much as I tried to fight it, the desire that raced through my veins was ravaging me straight to the core. I couldn’t fight it. I didn’t even know where to begin and the wetness running down my thighs told me I couldn’t. Damiyen teased me. His touch taunted me, and I knew that he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

  He was reveling in it.

  He sat back, gazing over my captive body and smiled.

  Then he reached into his pocket again.

  This time, he pulled out a small egg. At first, it was quiet, but then he clicked something on it using just his fingernail and it hummed to life. He moved closer and I caught a whiff of his scent. It was different than my alphas, more cinnamon and cloves, but it was intoxicating all the same. His hand reached for me, and then he placed the egg against my pussy.

  Vibrations cascaded across my skin. Tremors quaked through me, igniting my core with pleasure and I shook from it. His palm cupped it close to me, pressing it to my clit and I whimpered, trying to fight off the arousal it was awakening within me.

  But then he took it away. And he leaned forward, his mouth closing over my right breast. His tongue caressed my naked flesh and once again, my core folded in on itself with pleasure. My inner walls fluttered, wanting to be full of alpha cock but I knew my alphas had left me with just a beta.

  He kissed one nipple and then the other, slowly teasing each bud until they were so hard that it hurt. I cried out, but he didn’t stop and to be honest, I was no longer sure that I wanted him to. He pulled back once more and studied me, running his fingers up and down my nakedness, making me exceedingly aware that he could see every last inch of me.

  I shivered and he placed the vibrating egg between my thighs once more. I gasped, the sensation immediately blazing to life. My clit throbbed and I shivered, feeling his large form surrounding me and demanding every ounce of my desire. I whined and cried beneath him, but it didn’t seem to matter. He was going to punish me all the same.

  In fact, I think he was enjoying it.

  Again and again he kissed my breasts and tortured my pussy with the egg. Time became one and the same, no longer distinguishable by anything other than the beat of my heart and the throbbing in my clit. Seconds. Minutes. Hours. It no longer meant anything. The only thing that mattered was the little egg between my legs. Teasing and taunting me to the edge of orgasm, but never allowing me release.

  Every time I would even approach the edge, he’d pull back and I’d cry out, the painful searing edge of his denial cutting me straight to the core. Over and over he did this until I was a shameful, sopping wet mess of slick arousal that dripped down my folds, then my legs and ultimately puddled beneath me on the floor.

  But still, he didn’t stop.

  “Please,” I begged, but he didn’t listen.

  He continued to tease me with his mouth, using his tongue to lick over various places on my body. His kisses trailed across my breasts, over top of my nipples and then settled on my neck. I bit my lower lip as he kissed my flesh, trying to hold back my moans of pleasure but then, his fingers delved back in between my legs. He rubbed my clit first and I shivered with desire, but then he explored onward until his fingertips approached my entrance.

  Then two of his fingers surged up inside me. I cried out, quickly forgetting about trying to be quiet anymore and I felt my body greedily clench around him. His digits pumped in and out of me, but then without another word, he pulled free of me and despair washed over me completely.

  “Please, please just let me come,” I begged but he didn’t listen. Instead, he just teased me more. He squatted down before me, using his thumbs to torment my sensitive folds and then he leaned forward. At once, a wet warmth scraped over top of my clit and I shuddered with pleasure at the feeling.

  Then the teasing got much worse. He used his tongue and his fingers together and there was nothing I could do to escape it. His tongue tormented my clit and his fingers teased at my entrance and it wasn’t long before I was close to orgasm once again.

  But then he pulled away and I screamed out loud with frustration. I wanted to cry. I wanted to come. I needed orgasm in the very worst way.

  “Please, Damiyen, please let me come. I’ll do whatever you want,” I pleaded, tears threatening to fall as I did so.

  His hazel eyes found mine and then he pulled my panties up over my thighs and then back into place around my hips. Then he gripped the back and front of my panties with his fingers and slowly dragged the seat of them up and down my wet folds, thoroughly soaking them with my arousal.

  I moaned, the rough scraping sensation taunting me further, edging me closer to orgasm and I struggled to maintain my form.

  “You’re so wet for me, omega. You’re this wet for a beta,” he scolded, and I trembled, trying to maintain my form and not allow my eyes to roll back in my head.

  Then he gripped the hem of my panties and pulled them down and off. His movements were faster than I could possibly process and then he stood up, balled my panties up in his fist, and shoved them in my mouth. It was so swift that I didn’t even have time to fight back against him. He’d wanted it done and so it had been done.

  “Can you taste that, little omega? Can you taste your own arousal?” he scolded, and I shivered, my clit throbbing hard at his words. He was right. I could taste myself. Sweet. Like peaches and it shamed me to the very core.

  He knew it too. His eyes glittered with his own dark, seductive arousal and I whimpered before him. I knew that he was far from done.

  I thought he just wanted me to beg, but he’d taken that away from me. My entire body was a mass of sensation and he was in complete control of it. I was helpless before him and the both of us knew it.

  He held my gaze, forcing me to look straight into his eyes as he pressed the egg against my clit once more. I screamed around the sodden fabric in my mouth, but it didn’t do me any good. He started torturing me like he had before, only this time it was far worse.

  This time, I was completely helpless. I couldn’t beg him to stop. I couldn’t figure out what he wanted. All I could do was take what he gave me and hope I didn’t break before he got exactly what he needed.

  I whimpered around the wet panties in my mouth as he continued to kiss and tease my body with his mouth, then his fingers and over and over again with the vibrating egg. Every time he touched me, I cried out with pleasure, pain, confusion, and desire. I didn’t know what I wanted anymore. I couldn’t remember why I was angry. I couldn’t focus on what I wanted before. Now the only thing that mattered what his touch on mine and that maybe, eventually he’d actually let me come.

  It was more than clear that was his decision to make. It was no longer mine.

  “Do you see what it means to be punished then, little omega? Do you see how much different it is with a beta than your alphas?” he asked, his tone dark and I could only whimper in response.

  “Look at this wet little cunt. Sopping wet, just begging to come,” he observed, and I trembled with shame. He was right. Even now, I could feel my arousal gathering within my folds and dripping onto my thighs. So much so that he could see it all, dripping down my legs and onto the ground beneath me.

  He pressed the egg between my thighs once more, holding my gaze with his as he did so. I felt my breath hitch in the back of my throat as I struggled to maintain myself. My body was a ball of constrained, unreleased desire and it was driving me wild. I couldn’t take it. I felt vulnerable, small, and decidedly powerless.

  More time passed. How much I would never know, but it didn’t r
eally matter. Time floated on the edges of my thoughts. Instead, I was completely focused on the painful need between my legs. The ball of desire in my core cramped painfully tight and I cried out, the sound muffled by my slick-laden panties still stuffed in my mouth.

  It was too much. I couldn’t handle it. I hadn’t ever thought I could be punished like this, but Damiyen had proved me wrong.

  I had never felt more like a punished little girl than in that moment.

  A single tear escaped my eye and rolled down my cheek. Another followed in its wake and soon I was crying in earnest. Damiyen’s hands gently caressed me, grazing up until he gripped the wet panties and pulled them from my lips.

  “You’re taking your punishment so well, little one,” he murmured, and I gasped as his fingers grazed against my clit.

  “Please,” I begged.

  “What is it you want, little girl?”

  “I want to come,” I replied but he just shook his head.

  “No, I think you want much more than that,” he observed, and I cried out as he pressed the little demon egg back between my legs. He edged me on the cusp of orgasm for what seemed like forever and I cried, I pleaded but he wouldn’t grant me release. He just kept pulling back again and again until I had nothing left.

  “Now, tell me what it is that you really want, little omega. If you don’t, I can do this all night. I can punish you and master you like this because I’m a beta. Your slick doesn’t make me lose control like it would your alphas. They would have given in long ago and fucked this little pussy into oblivion, but not me. No. I’m here to teach you something else. I’m here to teach you that not only are you theirs, but you’re also mine. I’m going to be your fourth,” he said, and I lifted my eyes to meet his. His gaze was dark, but confident and altogether candid. He meant every single word.

  He wanted me too. He was claiming me as his own.

  I licked my lips just as his fingers delved into my pussy once more.

  “Tell me, little omega,” he demanded.

  “I want you to fuck me,” I began.

  “Where,” he pressed, teasing my folds with his touch until I thought I was going to burst into flames.

  “I want you to fuck my pussy,” I answered, feeling the heat of shame take over my cheeks. He could see my blush. He could see my humiliation. He’d exposed me and now he could see my everything.

  “Where else?” he demanded and I cried out with desire, with embarrassment.

  “I want you to fuck my mouth,” I added, feeling a fresh wave of hotness come over me.

  “Where else, little omega,” he insisted, pushing me further and I whimpered, trying to stem his inquiry. His palm tightened over my pussy, threateningly so and I opened my mouth finally to answer.

  “I want you to fuck my tight little ass,” I begged, trying to stem off more tears as he teased my pussy further. Then he lightly tapped my folds with his palm before he slapped them firmly, making me cry out even louder.

  “Do you think you can come with my cock in that little hole?” he asked, and I shivered with my shame. He’d chosen that moment to begin to taunt my clit and I moaned low in my throat.

  “Yes,” I answered, thoroughly mortified at my admission.

  His grin widened. He’d gotten what he wanted.

  “You’re such a pretty little thing when I make you beg for it,” he replied, and I shuddered beneath him. He reached above me and released me from the bonds of my own belt. He caught me, used his knee to prop me up against the wall and massaged my shoulders of the ache from being bound for some time.

  Slowly, he dropped me down to the ground so that I landed on my knees. He was careful to kick my pants beneath me so that my skin wasn’t on the sandy rock floor. Absentmindedly, I silently thanked him for it.

  He unbuckled his belt and then undid his slacks, pushing down his underwear and revealing his cock to me. I looked up at him first and then down toward his shaft, drawing in a breath at just how large it was.

  I hadn’t expected that.

  There was no knot at the base of his cock, but it didn’t really matter. He was thick enough as it was, and I nervously fidgeted at the prospect of taking him in each one of my holes.

  “First, little one, I’m going to fuck those pretty pink lips of yours and you’re going to be a very good girl if you know what’s good for you,” he demanded and I nodded, licking my lips.

  “Yes,” I answered.

  “Yes, what?” he replied firmly.

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered, losing my voice under the power of his dominance. I closed my eyes briefly and opened them.

  He knelt down before me and reached between my legs.

  “After you show me how good of a girl you can be, I might just let you come,” he said softly, and I trembled with desire.

  “Please,” I begged, shaking with arousal. It was so strong that I almost forgot to breathe.

  He stood back up and cocked his head, waiting for me to do what I was told. Slowly, I leaned forward and placed my hands on his thighs, balancing myself as I opened my lips for him. At first, he allowed me to explore the head of his cock with my tongue, but that was quickly changed when his hands cupped around the back of my head. His fingers dug into the base of my scalp and I sucked in a breath, my lips just edging around his cock and then his hips surged forward.

  The head of his cock pressed hard against the back of my throat and for a moment I gagged against his length, but then he pulled back. I tried to pull in enough air before he surged forward again, but he was too fast. Again and again he fucked my throat, ravaging and using my mouth as though it was his and only his to fuck.

  I got the message quick enough. He was in control and always would be. He used his position over me to claim ownership of my throat, to teach me that even as a beta, he could make me moan and beg just as much as an alpha could.

  I hummed around his cock and twirled my tongue around his length, enjoying the taste of his masculinity as it washed across my mouth, but he only let me explore so much. It soon became clear my mouth was simply a hole he wanted to fuck.

  My body quickened with excitement and my own arousal. It was then I realized that I liked being used in such a way. My thighs quivered and I quickly pressed them together, trying to stem the flow of slick between my thighs.

  He was a beta but somehow, he was far different from all the ones I’d ever known. I’d never known a beta who could make me react this way. He had made me wet. He’d make me beg for him to take me. My alphas hadn’t done that.

  Damiyen had.

  I could feel my nipples hardening, could feel my desire surging forth as I sucked his cock, as I gave my mouth over to him completely. My inner walls fluttered, and my wetness seeped from my pussy, dripping down my thighs and onto the ground beneath me on my pants that comforted my knees.

  I shivered with it. Every nerve in my body simmered with desire, unreleased pleasure that had been tormented to the surface and back again and I didn’t know how much more of it I could take. Damiyen reached down and pinched my nipples, forcing my passion to race to the edge once more and I moaned around his cock.

  I leaned back and opened my throat for him, taking him deeper and deeper than ever before. He brushed his thumb over my shoulder, returning his hand to the back of my head where he fisted it into my long silver hair.

  My eyes rolled back in my head and every nerve in my body ignited with passionate desire as he pulled my hair, fiery little tendrils of pain exploding over the base of my scalp and I hummed around his length. Over and over he pushed deep into my throat and demanded my submission. Overwhelmed with passionate desire and unreleased need, I gave it to him. I gave him all of me. And he took it and then he took some more.

  At once, he pulled free from my lips and reached down, gripping me about my waist before he lifted me up and pressed me down on my back onto a wooden table. The surface was cool against my skin and I gasped in surprise, but I was quickly distracted with the way he spread my legs.r />
  I half expected him to just fuck me, but he didn’t. He took a long moment to study my flesh, to part my folds with his fingers and study my nakedness in detail and it made me shudder with both shame and inextinguishable desire. Slowly, he took his fingers and dragged them up and down, sliding along my wetness with embarrassing ease and then he pressed two of them inside my entrance.

  I shuddered with pleasure.

  “Please,” I begged.

  His fingers fluttered inside me, brushing up against my inner walls and I trembled beneath him. My breath drove in and out of my throat and it took everything inside me to draw in one after another. The air around me felt so hot.

  Everything burned.

  I needed to come. I felt like I might go insane if I didn’t.

  Hot. Needy. Unrelenting passion drove through my veins and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I moaned. My hips rolled back and forth, desperate for him to give me what he had thus far denied me.

  My tears began to fall anew, and I sobbed, so overwhelmed with desire that I no longer could control myself. My body moved of its own accord and soon enough I was begging and pleading, the words incoherent and unintelligible even to my own ears. Every single touch hurt, my flesh such a mass of sensation that it confused pain, pleasure, and everything else into one terrible burning agony.

  Mad with desire, I hardly noticed when he maneuvered between my legs and pressed the head of his cock to my entrance. The moment he surged forward, spearing my insides with his length, my world exploded into a fiery chasm of exquisite ecstasy that consumed me utterly and completely.

  My back arched and every single muscle in my body tightened with my release. My arms reached around him and my nails dug into his back, but that didn’t stop him. His movements were as brutal as my alphas, if not more because he’d taken that much longer to tease and torture my helpless body.

  My climax ripped me apart and I didn’t know if I would be the same ever again. I felt shattered, devastated even, but Damiyen held me tight, his palm caressing my hip, the connection between us keeping me grounded just the slightest bit.