Fever (The Omegaborn Trilogy Book 3)

by Sara Fields

  I felt like I was flying. I felt that he would catch me when I ultimately fell.

  I screamed. I moaned. I cried.

  Tears raced down my face as he fucked me into oblivion. One orgasm bled into the next and soon I was unable to discern where one ended and the next began. My thighs shook and my heart burst in my chest. Heated pants stole in and out of my throat and my skin quaked with tremors of hot passionate desire that held me completely captive to its pull.

  Damiyen fucked me hard, claiming my pussy as his and ensuring that he left me a sore and subdued little omega. I’d never felt my position as an omega more keenly than I did in that moment and it was both terrible and wonderful all the same. He was a beta and still he could take me like this. He could use me as he saw fit and as an omega, I was helpless beneath him. I hated it, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized it wasn’t exactly true.

  He’d made me wetter than I’d ever been, and he didn’t even have my estrous to power my arousal. Through his touch and teasing torture, he’d made me into a simpering mess that just wanted to be fucked and that simple thought made me aroused. I liked that.

  I liked it a lot.

  A particular hard stroke of his cock jarred me, and I curled into him, moaning low in my throat and he chuckled softly.

  “Do you like that, little one? Do you like how it feels to be fucked by beta cock?” he asked, and I shuddered beneath him. He knew the answer already. The both of us did. He just wanted me to say it.

  I whimpered instead and one of his hands captured my right nipple between his fingers. He pinched it hard and delicious agony raced from my breast down to my core and I felt myself clench around his length.

  “Answer me, omega,” he demanded.

  I breathed in a shaky breath and opened my lips.

  “I like it, sir. I like it very much,” I answered, and his grin of delight grew larger. He slammed into me then, again and again, forcing yet another orgasm to the surface. His gaze never left mine as the ecstasy washed over my features and I trembled under his power, but that made my release that much stronger and that much more overwhelmingly intense.

  By the time my orgasm finally calmed, I was left feeling weak, used, and utterly spent beneath him.

  But he wasn’t done.

  “Little one, do you remember what you begged me for?” he asked, his voice calm, seductive, and ultimately dangerous.

  I bit my lip.

  He couldn’t actually mean to fuck me there too, right?

  Slowly, he removed his cock from my body and stood in front of me, his shaft still rigid with his own need and I quivered as I stared back at him. Then with astonishing speed, he gripped my thighs and flipped me over onto my belly as though I was as light as a feather. He didn’t even make a sound as he did so. He pulled me backwards then, so I lay bent over the table.

  His fingers pushed my thighs apart and I anxiously obeyed. They explored my wet folds, teasing my clit and the entrance to my pussy. I moaned softly as he coaxed my arousal back to the surface. He teased my nerves away and made me mindless with want once more.

  “Who do you think decides to fuck this little hole, little one?” he asks, and the air rushed out of my lungs in a single breath.

  “You do, sir,” I replied in a voice just barely above a whisper and then his fingers ventured backwards, trailing my wetness up until he settled on my dark little hole.

  I sucked in a breath and shivered.

  “And who do you think decides when this tight little hole needs to be punished?” he demanded next and my mouth went dry.

  I whimpered, trying to evade his question, but with his other hand he slapped the lower curve of my ass hard. Terrible stinging agony raced across my skin, rushing straight toward my core and I cried out with surprise.

  A second spank followed on the opposite. The pain was heightened that much more because of how aroused I was, and I trembled in its wake. He softly patted my cheek, warning me that there was much more to come should I continue to skirt around his question. I opened my lips and he gently squeezed my bottom, digging his fingers into the painful area he’d just punished.

  “You do, sir,” I finally replied.

  He rewarded me with a gentle caress, and I knew that he was pleased with me. Then he took both hands, gripped my bottom cheeks, and slowly spread me to his view. I could hear him kneel behind me and I shivered. I felt so small, so fragile, and so entirely vulnerable in that moment that I could do nothing but remain still, even though every muscle in my body quivered with insatiable need.

  I felt every single aspect of his control and I decided that I wanted it. I wanted more of it, no matter what that meant.

  Without another word, he gathered my wetness and circled it around my bottom hole. I nervously awaited what he would do next, wondering how much it would hurt, if he would make me come while he was fucking my ass, if I would like it.

  I was so nervous and turned on at the same time that I didn’t know what to do, but ultimately, it didn’t matter. He was going to decide what to do with me and I was going to take it. All of it.

  Then he pressed one finger against my tight rim and at first, my body fought him. My muscles clenched and tried to impede his assault, but he was strong, and he was relentless. Despite my protests, his finger breached my bottom hole and pressed inside me, one knuckle after the next. It stretched me in a way that left me breathless and wanting more.

  At first, it felt good. His single finger stretched me just a little, adding a slight burning sensation that increased the pleasure coursing through my veins, but he didn’t stop there. He added another digit, stretching my little hole more than I’d been prepared for and I cried out, the pain building as the seconds crawled by, but then something strange happened.

  The fiery sting folded in on itself and then burst outward in a firework of passion that left me reeling and wanting. I moaned softly and then he began to pump his fingers in and out of me. I gasped quietly. I may have been fucked by my alphas in my ass, but it was an entirely different feeling to have Damiyen, a beta doing this to me.

  It felt wrong but in so many ways, it felt right.

  I drew in a breath and then another. His other hand curved around my waist and held me steady. I could almost feel his energy, his confident demanding, but altogether it calmed me. His touch seemed to flip a switch inside me and then, I felt myself give in.

  I opened myself to him.

  He slid another finger inside me, and I cried out with pleasure, pain. Maybe a little bit of both. I wasn’t quite sure anymore. Agony and desire became one and everything twisted together in an intoxicating mix of sensation that left me needing more.

  “Beg me for it, little girl. Beg to come with my cock deep inside your bottom hole,” he demanded, leaning over me and pressing soft kisses across my shoulder and down the curve of my back.

  “Please. Fuck my ass. Make me come,” I finally pleaded, unable to take much more of this torture before I combusted into a thousand little pieces. Silently, he pulled his fingers free from my backside and I whimpered quietly.

  I didn’t have to wait long. He spread my bottom open with one hand, using his fingers to keep me wide for him, and then I felt the hot head of his cock pressing against my tight hole. Unconsciously, my body fought him at first, but he was strong, and I knew he was going to take my ass whether I liked it or not.

  I had a feeling though, that even though it was going to hurt, I was going to like it. A lot. His fingers grabbed onto my hipbones. Using his grip as leverage, he pushed against my reluctant channel and within moments, my body began to open for him.

  I cried out at the initial shock of pain. He’d prepared my body a little with his fingers, but his cock was much wider than that. I stretched open for him and it hurt, but at the same time, the insistent ball of pleasure at my core twisted and turned in on itself, strengthening in power with every passing second.

  Then the head of his cock breached inside me entirely and my body g
ripped at his cock, greedy for every single long inch but reluctant to take it. It felt wrong. It felt dirty, but none of that mattered.

  My breasts hung heavy with desire. My nipples peaked painfully tight with passion and my clit throbbed with need. I needed to come. I needed to come with his cock deep in my tight little ass.

  He pressed further inside me, every ridge, every vein brushing against my tight rim as he claimed my last hole as his own. He’d taken my mouth, then he’d used my pussy and now, he was going to master my ass as his own.

  When his hips pressed up against my bottom cheeks, I knew he was fully inside me. His arm hooked around my waist, just enough so that his fingers cupped over my mound and I couldn’t help but tense with pleasure at the feeling. A soft whimper escaped my throat and he growled, the sound low and my insides cramped heavily with arousal at the sound.

  His fingers slid up and down my clit and I moaned quietly. He teased me with his touch, the pads of his fingers rough. My body reacted in kind and then, he began to pump his cock in and out of my ass. I gasped and his other hand reached around and gripped the front of my throat. It tightened, limiting the air escaping my lungs to shallow breaths, but in response to that, my entire body ignited with a fiery passion that left me ablaze with need.

  He lifted me up from the table, balancing the weight of my body on his cock and drove into me then with such fervor that it left no doubt in my mind that I was his. My back pressed up against his chest as he claimed every last inch of my body. His fingers held my neck captive and the other hand teased my clit. His cock fucked my ass, and, in that moment, he had claimed all of me. My orgasm rushed to the surface and this time, he let me have it.

  He growled loudly and my core cramped hard. I screamed, finally shattering into a thousand glittering, shining pieces of glass. His mouth pressed a simple kiss to the back of my neck and then he bit me.

  He claimed me in that single motion and at once, the power of the bond between me, my three alphas, and now my beta spiraled into being. My heart pulsed with it, the feeling strong and pure as it bound the five of us together at once.

  I lost myself. Completely.

  White light scattered my vision. Exquisite, beautiful ecstasy tore through my body, holding me captive as the bond soared through every nerve in my body, every blood vessel, and every last inch of me.

  But it wasn’t enough. I needed to claim him for myself. I could feel it. The bond wasn’t yet right, and I struggled in his hold. He released my throat and I twisted toward him, still full of his cock. His fingers teased my clit, dragging every ounce of my orgasm out and I sniffed at his neck. At first, I licked his skin, enjoying the masculine taste of him, but that wasn’t what I wanted either.

  My upper lip rolled, and I dragged my teeth against the juncture of his shoulders. He growled in return and then I knew what I wanted. I wanted to claim him too.

  My own teeth tore into his shoulders, viciously and brutally but in that moment, everything became clear. My heart pulsed with everything Damiyen ever was and ever wanted to be. I could feel his everything and in that moment with the two of us connected as one in the most complete and utter sense of togetherness, I realized that I could trust him.

  I had just needed to see it. He wasn’t here to ruin the omega uprising. He was here to save us, and, in my reluctance, I had refused to see it but now, I knew him. I knew him on a deeper level than anyone ever could.

  His memories flashed through my mind. Images of a woman he called Mother. The same woman who was repeatedly called omega and the same woman who suffered and died here in the sanctuary. I now understood why he wanted to help us and just how deeply his alliance ran. It was as though a wall had lifted and now we were one.

  He groaned, the sound echoing into my ear and then I felt his cock pump inside my body once, twice and then my world turned completely white.

  I came as his seed painted my insides. Pleasurable agony tore through my body, rendering me senseless as he claimed me in the most primal way imaginable. I hated it. I loved it and I adored him for it.

  Every spurt of beta seed was hot and heavy and utterly addictive. I could feel his cock pumping hotly inside me and my body gripped at him greedily, taking every last drop from him that he could give me.

  Eventually, he removed his hand from my clit and wrapped his arms around me, cradling me in his warmth as he did so, the hard length of his cock still deep within me. It was then I realized that my tears had long dried and the only thing I felt was sheer and utter contentment. For the first time in my life, I felt satisfied. Complete and Damiyen had been the one to do that. I leaned back and rested my head on his shoulder.

  “Such a good girl,” he mused and then my eyes fluttered closed. I don’t know how long he held me or how long we stayed connected in such a fashion, but when I awoke, once again I was still cuddled against his chest.

  I could feel his seed on my legs, dripping down my skin, dry in some places and wet in others. He surrounded me in his warmth and I felt safe, and only then did I truly begin to have hope.

  Chapter Nine

  Nikki

  The next several days passed by in a blur. My days were consumed with the mandatory daily counts in the sanctuary and then hours deep down in the caverns, practicing and learning for what was destined to be the biggest battle of our lives. Being together with Damiyen felt natural and the two of us became more of a united front before our soldiers now that we’d bonded in the purest sense. At first, my alphas were surprised that he’d been the first one I’d claimed for myself, but it didn’t seem to bother any of them. In fact, Viktor had looked down at me with pride. Ethan had too. Alaric was indifferent as always, but I saw him watching me from time to time, with a small smile of admiration on his face.

  The five of us became our own pack. The bond fueled us, made us one in a way that I never could have imagined it would feel. I could feel their happiness, their sadness, and their motivation to free the omegas from beta rule. Even when we were apart, I could still feel them in my heart.

  Together, we led the Omegaborn and they flourished under our lead.

  Damiyen supplied a massive number of weapons and artillery, from guns to grenades to swords and knives and he trained us with them all. Between him and my three alphas, all of them knew how to use every weapon thrown at us and we all trained hard. We learned, we progressed and before long, the Omegaborn were beginning to look like a real hardened army.

  We were almost ready for war.

  A few more days passed and several more crates of supplies arrived, but Damiyen was very careful to keep them undisturbed and under guard. He stored them in a cavern some distance away from all the gunfire and demanded that under no circumstance was anyone allowed to open or move them. I didn’t know what he was up to, but I trusted him. I let him go about his days without protest.

  I knew whatever it was, he had a reason for acquiring such a thing.

  One week melded into the next, our days filled with preparations until finally Ethan, Viktor, Alaric, and Damiyen decided that we were ready. The Omegaborn were ready for war.

  That night, the five of us met with Ellie and her alpha Ehsan. Damiyen stared at the blueprints of the city for a long time, ensuring to study the inner workings of both the wall and the dome, as well as the city’s drainage system. Most of our water was extensively filtered and reused, but some waste was deemed non-consumable, so it was drained out in a few key spots in the wall out into the wilds.

  Ethan and Damiyen talked at length about various positions that would be weak in the wall, debating one over the other while Viktor and Alaric discussed the best formations that would benefit the Omegaborn army. I spent my time adding in my thoughts to both conversations all while Ellie sat on her alpha’s knee, just watching.

  “Timing will be critical,” Damiyen said.

  “The wild alpha horde must attack at the right time, in combination with the Omegaborn. That will be our only chance at victory,” Ethan replied, while poin
ting. “We have to take them like a vise. The Omegaborn from the inside, the wild alphas from the outside.”

  “Someone will have to communicate with them. Ravick and Alix will be waiting for our word. They’ve been preparing just the same as we have,” Viktor said.

  “One of us will have to go,” Alaric answered.

  “Damiyen and Ethan need to stay here to direct the battle,” Viktor added, chewing his lip. “I can go. I know the way out.”

  “All I need is a map and I can find the way. It’s simple once I can get out into the wilds,” Alaric replied, his voice confident and strong.

  “I know the underground. I can find my way easily without a map,” Viktor argued.

  The two of them broke into a heated debate about who was the better choice, and then Ellie cleared her throat.

  “I’ll go. I can deliver the message,” she said softly, and the entire room hushed in order to hear her sweet voice. Ehsan held her tightly, rubbing his palm up and down her bare arm, but he made no move to quiet her. He let her be, allowing her to speak up for herself despite the danger she was putting herself in.

  My three alphas and Damiyen turned toward her and the room went silent.

  “I know the way. I’m small and I can move quickly. I know where they’re camped, and Ehsan can come with me to protect me along the way. The five of you are needed to lead the Omegaborn. You don’t need me here,” she argued calmly. My gaze flitted back and forth from her to my men and I could see the gravity of her words fall upon them.

  She was right and they knew it.

  “Write out your message and I’ll take it. I’ll take it to the wilds,” she said, and I smiled. She was so different than she used to be. I’d known her for so long, a quiet, far too skinny woman who suffered under the oppression of beta rule. Since discovering her omega nature, she’d blossomed into a strong, fierce little thing and I couldn’t be prouder. With nothing but confidence, she rose from her alpha’s lap and stood her ground, her tiny fists tight by her sides. Her jaw tensed and she waited.