He dragged me the last few feet over to Ethan, who grabbed my wrist and jerked me forward just as Viktor released his hold on my hair. Their actions made me lose my balance and I quickly fell over Ethan’s lap. He had his legs spread and I landed over top of one thigh. My hands rushed forward toward the floor in an effort to balance myself and ensure that my face didn’t connect with the hard wooden surface beneath me. He quickly crossed his other leg over the back of my knees and used one hand to pin me down, effectively binding me over his thighs.
Fuck. This definitely wasn’t good.
I struggled, trying to wriggle off his lap down onto the floor, but I didn’t even move an inch. He was so much bigger and so much stronger than I was. In this position, I couldn’t even use my small frame to maneuver out of his grip. He had me at a clear disadvantage and nothing I could have trained for could have helped me escape from him in that moment.
“Such a pretty little omega. I bet you’re going to look even prettier with a bright red, freshly spanked little bottom,” he observed, and I snarled in response. He wouldn’t dare. I renewed my struggles, but still I wasn’t able to get away from him.
“Fuck you,” I snarled, fighting every step of the way.
He didn’t respond to my goading and simply traced his fingers over the gentle curve of my backside, reminding me that I was very bare and very naked as I lay over his lap. My mind told me I should be afraid, but my body pulsed with anxious anticipation. My clit throbbed with need and his fingers tentatively dipped down in between my thighs, finding the rampant wetness that drenched my sensitive folds.
He clicked his tongue and I shivered with my shame. I knew I was even wetter than before. My body was reacting viscerally to being handled so roughly by these three men and they knew it. They could probably smell it. I could certainly feel it.
Every inch of my skin burned with fire, an unreleased need that felt as though it would soon overtake every ounce of my being and my every waking thought.
Ethan’s fingers were rough and experienced. His fingertips skirted along my flesh, igniting a veritable fire across every nerve. With each brush of his fingers, a flash of electricity shot straight to my core and my inner walls fluttered with need. Bent over his lap as I was, my backside felt too vulnerable, too high in the air, and far too easily accessible to his touch. My heart beat wildly in my chest and nothing I could do would slow it down.
My heat was strengthening with each passing minute. The anti-suppressant was in full force now and it wouldn’t be long until estrous was the only thing on my mind. I wondered how much longer it would take until I was completely delirious with want and desire, so much so that I’d do anything to feel the hard steel of alpha cock spearing deep into my pussy. Would I be able to fight it? Did I even want to? I didn’t know anymore.
“Ethan, don’t,” I pleaded even though I knew my words were likely falling on deaf ears. Despite my protests, I knew what was going to happen. I was an omega going into heat and these three alphas were going to teach me what that meant. I had little doubt I was going to be very sore and very sorry by the time they were through with me.
Ethan lifted his hand off of my backside and pressed it gently against the base of my spine. His fingers guided gently up the arch of my back and for a moment, I found myself relaxing under his touch.
“The three of us are going to spank you. Not to punish you or shame you for who you are, but because we want to. We want to see your bright red bottom on display when we fuck you. We’re going to do it simply because we can,” Ethan mused, and I trembled over his thigh. I growled and kicked my toes on the floor, but it did nothing. Accomplished nothing.
“Don’t you dare,” I growled, my upper lip lifting in anger.
“Nikki, you’re an omega. We are your alphas. It’s time you learned that we’re in control and not you,” Ethan scolded, and I trembled slightly over his thighs.
Turning my head, I saw both Viktor and Alaric leaning against the table, watching as Ethan prepared to take me in hand for the very first time.
“She’s aroused. I can see the slick dripping down her thighs,” Viktor observed, and I snarled back at him. He smiled, his gaze darkening as he cracked his knuckles. I was starting to feel very uneasy now.
“I can smell it,” Alaric replied, his tone viciously seductive. I turned my head, unable to return their heated stares for a moment longer.
Ethan’s touch disappeared from my skin and I stilled, nervously awaiting what was to come. His palm patted my bottom once on one side and then on the other, before he lifted his arm and slapped down, hard.
Momentarily stunned, I stilled as the loud echo bounced off the walls. It took another few seconds for me to focus on the fiery blaze of pain as it spread across my skin and deep into my core and by the time I sucked in a breath of disbelief, another spank fell on the opposite side. Ethan paused the punishment for a moment, tracing the outline of his fingers on my bare, reddening flesh.
Ethan was spanking me. I was naked over a man’s knee getting my bare ass spanked for the very first time. I had expected them to fuck me, not punish me. I wasn’t prepared for this.
“She’s going to look so delicious when we’re through,” he mused, before smacking my ass once again. This time, he didn’t slow down or even pause between spanks; instead he built up a steady cadence that left me breathless and desperate for it to stop. He was only using his hand, but his slaps were hard. Each one jolted me forward just a bit, catching the fullest part of my backside each and every time.
I cried out, trying to wriggle and squirm, but his leg over mine and his fingers around my waist held me firmly in place. Again and again, he smacked my raised backside, ensuring that his palm cracked against every square inch. He punished the upper curves of my cheeks down to the top of my thighs. Every spank was hard and ruthless. He didn’t care that it hurt. That was the point.
He wanted to punish my backside and that was exactly what was going to happen.
I tried to breathe through the pain, squeezing my eyes shut and curling my fingers into fists. My nails dugs into the meat of my palms and I finally cried out from the terrible sting. My backside burned, ignited with a fiery throbbing sensation that permeated much deeper into my core. Despite the pain, I could feel my need growing stronger within my body and I trembled under its power.
I pressed my thighs together, but my skin was slick with my arousal and my legs slid against one another. I clenched my muscles, trying to alleviate the pain of Ethan’s dominance and I quickly realized it did nothing to help.
Fucking hell. This really hurt.
One of my hands flew backwards to try to block his blows, but he deftly caught it with the hand he was using to anchor my hips to his thigh. He held my wrist against my waist, pinning it by my side in the process. He renewed his efforts to punish me, spanking my bare backside harder than before.
Nothing in his treatment was gentle or kind. He was simply harsh, his vicious palm biting into my flesh with a steady cadence that screamed of his dominant nature. Just as I was instinctually designed to submit before an alpha, he was made to dominate me and that included every square inch of my body.
I pleaded. I begged and I cried for him to stop, but nothing stopped him. He would keep spanking me until he decided he was finished and not a moment sooner. He was ruthless, uncompromising, and everything an alpha was supposed to be. As much as I fought every second of it, my body responded in kind, my own omega instincts awakening to his powerfully harsh nature.