Fever (The Omegaborn Trilogy Book 3)

by Sara Fields

  But they wouldn’t. Not from me. They were never going to protect her from me, and it was about time that she learned exactly that. I stared back at her, my eyes bold and my gaze steady. I stayed silent, letting the whole thing play out, watching her face fall as the first traces of fear began to edge into her eyes, bleeding into her expression next and then into the way her arms curled around her waist. It was beautiful really. I cracked my knuckles and she jumped in response.

  “You can’t be serious,” she replied, disbelief painting her soft features.

  Ethan crossed his arms over his chest and cleared his throat.

  “You’ve been rather ungrateful for Damiyen’s help thus far, Nikki, and to be honest, extremely uncooperative when he’s provided us with desperately needed funds and weapons in order to secure your freedom and the freedom of your comrades here in the sanctuary. If Damiyen feels a need to teach you a lesson, I’m all for it,” Ethan scolded her.

  “Me as well,” Viktor said next.

  “Yup. That’s cool with me,” Alaric grinned.

  Nikki blanched and her eyes tore back to me. All around us, the group of omega women shuffled back and forth, trying to figure out what they should do next. I pulled my shoulders back and passed my eyes over them.

  “Omegas, I suggest we reconvene and continue our training tomorrow. Nikki and I need to discuss a few things in our battle plans. Privately,” I said, and the other women rushed to leave the cavern and return back to the underground. They practically ran out at hearing the warning in my voice. In just under a minute, it was the five of us. Alone.

  Nikki’s icy blue eyes never left mine.

  “You’re nothing like an alpha. I bet you couldn’t even get it up even if you tried,” she spat. “You couldn’t ever even begin to handle me.”

  I unbuttoned my cuffs and slowly rolled them up, exposing my forearms and cracking my knuckles once more, preparing myself for what I was about to do. She forgot that even though I’m a beta, I’m still bigger than her. I’m still stronger than her and when I finally put my hands on her tight little body, she was going to learn very quickly that as much as she fears her alphas, she should fear me even more.

  I heard her suck in a very quiet breath. I heard the shuffle of her boot against the rock beneath her feet. I could feel the tension bounding off her in waves. I reveled in it all. I dropped my gaze to her feet, watching as she struggled to hold her ground against me, observed how her thighs trembled and how her knuckles had turned white in her fists.

  But I was ready for this. More than ready.

  “You may have learned what it means to be claimed by your alphas, little girl, but you have never learned what it means to be punished by a beta,” I warned before I shot toward her, quickly manhandling her small, lithe body and slamming her up against the wall behind her. Her upper lip rolled and she snarled viciously, but I didn’t care.

  She would learn, sooner or later, that she was no match for me.

  I used my body to pin her against the stone wall, and quickly gathered her small wrists and held them bound above her head with one hand. She couldn’t move and her eyes narrowed, trying to figure out a possible path of escape but I gave her none. With my other hand, I reached down and unbuckled the black leather belt about her waist.

  “Don’t you fucking dare,” she challenged me. I grinned.

  “My little omega, you haven’t seen anything yet,” I replied, and her face went pink with fury, anger, and also if I wasn’t mistaken, arousal.

  I gripped the belt and pulled, the sound of the leather swishing echoing around us. Quickly, I wound it around her wrists and then looped it around a rock hold just above her head. It forced her to stretch up just a bit on her toes and arch her back, presenting her pretty body in the most perfect way.

  Except there were still clothes in my way.

  For this, she needed to be naked.

  Excruciatingly slowly, I unbuttoned her leather vest one by one. She shivered beneath me, hissing and growling at every button, but my body held her captive. The little thing tried to shift her hips, tried to move her legs so that she could kick me between mine, but I didn’t let her. I wouldn’t ever allow that to happen.

  Then I opened her vest, revealing her bare, beautiful breasts and I sucked in a breath. Perfect, just like I imagined.

  She renewed her efforts to fight me. I gripped the edges of her vest and pulled it up, tucking it into the belt around her wrists and giving her some much-needed padding against her pale skin. Her chest rose and fell with the effort to fight back against me, making her tight, pert little nipples rise and fall with them. I licked my lips and gently traced a single thumb over her right breast, making sure to catch her tight bud with the edge of my nail. She cried out quietly and I took my touch away.

  I knelt down, pinning one leg of hers against the rock wall with my shoulder. Quickly, I divested her of one boot, as well as her sock. I did the same with the other, leaving her barefoot in just her pants and panties now.

  I edged my fingers along the waistband of her pants and she shivered.

  “Little omega, do you want to know something?” I asked her, lifting my eyes to meet hers. She stared down at me and gritted her teeth.

  “What?” she spat, glaring at me with hateful eyes.

  “You’re awfully wet for me, for a beta. I can smell it, even before I take these off,” I replied calmly while edging along her pants once more, and she blushed hard, the red of her shame taking over her cheeks. Then, as I knelt before her, I leaned forward, gripping her cloth-covered thighs with my fingers and trailing them upward. I edged forward, pushing my nose closer to her thighs and she shivered hard.

  I knew what she was thinking. And she would be right.

  She was much wetter than before. The sweet scent of an aroused omega was tempting, but her? She was utterly irresistible.

  I reached up, slowly unbuttoning her pants and pushing down the small zipper. She sucked in a breath and quivered as I slowly pushed the leather fabric down her hips and then her legs, all the way down to her ankles. I didn’t pull them off all the way yet. They’d bind those ankles right where I wanted them, at least for a little while until I teased the defiance out of her little body.

  With a grin, I stared down at her. She was such a little thing, but such absolute perfection. Her breasts weren’t overly large, but just big enough to fill my hands. Her torso was flat, lined with toned muscles. Her hips flared out gently but wide enough to take a full, knotted cock within her body. She was gorgeous. Perfectly made for what she was. An omega. Meant to be fucked and bred.

  I growled softly in the back of my throat and she trembled. I hooked a finger in the waistband of her panties and she stilled.

  “Damiyen, don’t,” she begged.

  I didn’t listen. Instead, I released the hem and traced downward over her mound, sliding my finger over top of her folds and settling on her clit. She was so very wet. I could feel it through the soaked cloth that cupped her reluctant little pussy.

  I teased her relentlessly through the cloth, feeling her quiver beneath my touch, trying to fight the rampant arousal racing through her veins, but I wasn’t going to let her. Eventually, she was going to give herself to me, but I wanted to hear her beg first.

  Oh, she was going to beg. I’d make her beg until her pretty little tears were streaming down her face and she couldn’t take another moment of it.

  Only then would I allow her relief.

  But that was a long way away yet.

  I had a naughty little omega who needed to be taught a lesson first.

  Chapter Eight

  Nikki

  My wrists were bound high over my head. He’d used my belt to hold me captive and now, he had my pants around my ankles. I couldn’t kick him. I couldn’t fight him. There was nothing I could do to get away.

  If I took my toes off the ground, the belt dug into my wrists, despite the fabric of my vest against my skin. As it was, I had to stand on the balls of
my feet, arching straight up in order to remain comfortable. Even worse, I could feel how hard my nipples were, how my breasts rose up in the air so he could see every inch of them. I whimpered with shame, unused to having been put on display like I was. My eyes flicked to see my bonded alphas watching me.

  I cried out, trying to plea for their help one last time, but they stood there, leaning against the wall with their arms crossed over their chests. They weren’t going to save me from the beta before me. They weren’t going to stop Damiyen from what he wanted to do.

  That terrified me. But it also aroused me.

  I could feel the wetness between my folds, could feel the seat of my panties getting wet and worst of all, I could even smell the scent of my arousal, which meant that he could too. I was so ashamed that I shook with it. I couldn’t meet his eyes. He dragged the tip of his finger up and down my pussy, taking care to trace my clit with the edge of his nail time and time again. I moaned softly, feeling my core cramp hard in desire and I sucked in a heated breath.

  This couldn’t be happening. But it was. It was and I couldn’t escape it.

  His fingers breached into the edges of my panties, gripping the borders and tugging them down little by little. As he pushed them down over my hips, I cried out softly in embarrassment, knowing that he was slowly exposing me to his eyes, eyes that were never supposed to see me like this. He was a beta and I an omega. We weren’t supposed to do this. My panties crested past my hips, sliding down my thighs and exposing my pussy completely to his view. I whimpered softly and then he left my panties about mid-thigh, the position constantly reminding me that he had been the one to take them down, not me.

  His fingers ventured between my thighs, gliding along the slick that was now free to drip down my skin. He explored upward, his fingertips just edging close enough to glance against my folds and I tensed, but then he dropped his hand and stood up before me. Quickly, I turned my head, unwilling to meet his gaze, but then he captured my chin with his fingers. He forced me to look up into his eyes, eyes that were dark and blazing with his own arousal. I swallowed heavily, unsure of myself.

  “Look at you, little omega, all bound and naked for me. And with your alphas watching,” he mused, clicking his tongue and I snarled back.

  “How dare you?” I challenged, remembering myself. I wouldn’t let him defeat me, not like this. He’d never make me submit. I rolled my lip in his direction and then something changed in his expression.

  I suddenly had the distinct feeling that I had failed some test and now, I was going to pay for it. I watched him reach into his pocket and a nervous feeling began to churn in the pit of my belly. What the hell was he up to now?

  He pulled out what looked like a small container of lotion and for a moment, I relaxed. I wasn’t opposed to a massage then, if that was what he had in mind. He screwed the top off and when I saw that he was looking exceedingly pleased with himself, I began to grow anxious once more. He placed the top down on a nearby rock and then dipped two fingers into the white cream. Then he reached for me.

  I would have arched away, but the belt didn’t let me. If I changed my position, it put all of my weight on my wrists. It was deceptively binding. It looked innocent, but it was far from it.

  His fingers just scraped my nipple and I hissed in reaction. Leaning forward, he pressed more firmly, rubbing the lotion over top of my right breast, taking special care to rub in some on my tightened nipple. He then proceeded to give my left breast the same treatment, before he stepped back and watched me.

  I looked at him in confusion, trying to figure out what he was up to. Then my breasts began to warm, almost as though they were kindling exposed to a spark. My nipples hardened painfully tighter and my heart pounded in my chest, every nerve over the expanse of my breasts exploding with sensation. I cried out, wriggling against my bonds, trying to fight back against the rising tide of desire that threatened to consume me whole.

  “What the hell is that?” I asked and he grinned darkly as I stared back at him.

  “I had a lot of time to myself last night and this morning, thinking about what I would do to you should you not receive yesterday’s message in the way you were supposed to. I met with your scientists in the lab while you were busy, asked a few questions and took a vial of anti-suppressant from the stocks. I took some of that and mixed it into my favorite lotion, with all intents to use it on you,” he explained, raising his eyes to mine.

  I didn’t respond. Not yet.

  “You see, since you’re already under the anti-suppressant I injected into you yesterday, I knew you likely wouldn’t react in the same way. In addition, you’ve been freshly fucked through your first heat, so it wouldn’t force you into a second estrous, but I know a few things about science myself, little omega,” he said, as the edges of his lips rose up in a dangerous smile.

  He dragged his finger across the lower curve of my breast, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. I was left breathless, trying to fight back against the wave of desire that threatened to take over me completely.

  “You see, there’s a particular element that’s an integral ingredient to the anti-suppressant that also acts as a potent activator to estrogen receptors in your skin. It’s even more potent in omegas. Do you know what that means for you, little girl?” he asked, and I trembled, feeling the intense arousal building in my nipples.

  I growled fiercely at him in return.

  “It means, little omega, that for you, this lotion I’ve created is a very, very potent aphrodisiac. It means that you’re going to be one very sorry little girl before I’m through with you,” he said darkly, and I shuddered at the meaning in his tone.

  He dipped his fingers into the lotion once more and scooped out a sizeable amount of the cream. He reached for me, lowering his hands toward the cusp of my thighs and now that I knew what it would do, I tried to arch away from him and quickly lost my footing. He caught me with his other arm, stabilizing me but that didn’t stop his hand from delving between my legs. He rubbed the lotion into my pussy, taking the time to rub it into every inch of my folds and especially my clit. I tried to wriggle out of his grasp, tried to fight against him, but it was useless with my arms bound over my head and his body holding my lower half tight against him.

  I’d never felt so helpless in my life.

  His fingers touched my pussy over and over again until my skin had soaked up every bit of that infernal cream. He even took the time to place an extra dab of it on top of my clit and kept my gaze level with his as he rubbed it into my needy bud.

  After he was finished, he helped me to place my feet back on the ground, forcing me to arch myself once more and present my naked body to him. Then he knelt down and removed my pants from my ankles, one by one, but he left my panties by my thighs.

  “Should you let your wet panties fall to the ground, little omega, I’m going to have to punish you much more severely,” he warned, and I shivered in response. He stepped back and I obeyed, unsure of what else he would do to me.

  I spread my thighs just enough to hold my panties taut around my legs.

  “Good girl,” he whispered, and a shiver of arousal raced down straight to my core. I didn’t think about it, I didn’t want to, but those two words had made me feel more pleasure than I was prepared to recognize.

  He stood back then, watching as I sucked in one heated breath after another, feeling the lotion begin to take effect between my thighs. He took his fingers and lifted my chin, watching as I suffered beneath him, as the heat of the cream began to blossom into a raging blaze across my skin, but it didn’t stop there.

  It went deeper than that.

  My core throbbed as the lotion worked its way through my skin, into my bloodstream and ultimately invaded the rest of my body. My nipples throbbed with desire and my clit pulsed again and again with arousal so strong that it became the entire focus of my thoughts. Nothing else mattered except the place between my legs.

  The more time that passed, the stronger t
hose feelings got.

  And then he reached out to touch me. Using just his fingers, he lightly explored my breasts, tracing over their curves and pausing as he just touched my nipples. He took my right bud in between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed lightly.

  It was enough to make my eyes roll back in my head. I moaned quietly and he removed his touch. I almost begged him to touch me again, but I didn’t. I couldn’t.

  Instead, he watched me for a while. Watched me as I writhed with desire from the potent cream. Watched as I struggled to hold my thighs apart when I only wanted to rub them together to give myself some semblance of relief.

  But he said I couldn’t. He denied me that.

  I tried to hold onto my anger at his blatant audacity but with each passing second, with every nerve igniting with a blazing inferno of desire, I could feel every ounce of my fury draining away. It was as though I was trying to grasp a wisp of smoke and it was quickly drifting too far out of my reach.

  All I could think about was the arousal between my thighs, how my slick was dripping down my folds and onto my skin. I was so hot, so needy and I didn’t know how much more of this I could take.

  He reached out for me with his hand and dragged his palm across my breast and my nipple and I moaned, this time much louder than before and his eyes grew darker. He continued to tease me with his fingers for a while longer and then his hands descended toward my pussy.

  Nearby, Ethan cleared his throat. Viktor and Alaric made a quiet, but very audible sound of pain and I turned my head toward them.

  “I think it’s time we took our leave,” Ethan said, his voice strained, and my other alphas made sounds of agreement, almost like they were unable to speak.

  Damiyen nodded, his eyes drifting from them quickly back to me. His fingers never stopped their descent, just sliding against my wetness and I whimpered as the sounds of footsteps leaving the cavern echoed around us.