Page 22 of Nanny Omega

Punish me!The words slammed into his mind, sharp and urgent, sending a jolt through his system. His breath hitched, his pulse quickening as desire coiled tightly within him. He never… What was he thinking… He wasn’t that kind of a person.

Ersa closed his eyes, mortified.

What the hell was wrong with him?

Instead of punishing him, Master Quin grasped Ersa’s right thigh, opening him up so he could sink his hard cock deep inside his hole in one smooth thrust.

Ahhh… fuck! He was coming.

Ersa buried his face in the pillow, clutching the sheets as he hung on for dear life. Shudders racked his body, and white sparks exploded behind his eyelids as a stream of come shot from his cock to hit his chest. Before he could catch his breath, Master Quin gently pushed him to his back and slid over him. The alpha’s warm breath hit his chest just as his tongue lapped at Ersa’s skin. Baffled, Ersa looked down and watched Master Quin eat up his come like it was the most delicious thing in the world.

Fuck, that was hot, filthy and a turn-on. Ersa couldn’t stop staring at the alpha’s seeking mouth and darting tongue. He squirmed, his cock growing hard again.

When he was done, Master Quin lifted his ravenous gaze to his as he cupped Ersa’s mound, the ample flesh fitting perfectly in his right hand. He gave it a light squeeze before he leaned down and laid an open-mouth kiss around his nipple. They watched in fascination as the bud hardened. Master Quin went in for another kiss, this time suckling lightly on his nipple.

“Fuck,” Ersa hissed, arching into him, silently begging for more.

“Do you like that?” Master Quin asked.

“Yes,” Ersa moaned.

When Master Quin’s hot mouth closed around his nipple and suckled hard, Ersa’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. An electric sensation zapped through his body, causing his hole to pulse needily. He felt so empty. He wanted to be filled, to be fucked until he couldn’t remember his name.

“Fuck me,” Ersa whined.

“Shhh… I got you,” Master Quin said as he spread his thighs wide and entered him in one smooth thrust.

“Ahhh hnh, fuck yes,” Ersa moaned, dropping his head on the pillow, giving himself to the pleasure. And for the coming three days, Master Quin took care of him and made his first heat with an alpha—after three long years—perfect.

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Four days later.

The water in the bathing bot pulsed and bubbled around Ersa, washing away sweat and the smell of sex from his skin. Ersa stared at the full-length mirror mounted on the wall facing the bathing bot, wishing the water could wash away a lot more than that. The fluorescent lights above glowed white, leaving his skin paler than usual, a stark contrast to the glaring red mark on the side of his neck. Ersa leaned close, his eyes widening when he realized that it was right over his mating mark. The mating mark that Mason had left on his neck to seal their bond. It was faded now because Mason was dead, and their bond was broken, but it was still there. If Ersa looked hard enough, he could see it.

Why would Master Quin bite him there?

Although Master Quin hadn’t bitten him hard enough to break the skin or leave a claiming mark, it was strange that he would bite Ersa there. Ersa drew his knees to his chest and rested his chin on his folded arms as he continued to stare at the mark, his mind whirling as he tried to figure it out. Why did Master Quin do it? And why did it feel so good?

Biting into his bottom lip, Ersa raised his right hand and tentatively touched the mark. A sharp jolt of electricity shot through his body, sparking along his nerves, hardening his already sensitive nipples, and causing his cock to jerk below the pulsating water.

What the fuck was that? Ersa snatched his hand away as if it had been burned.

Was he hypersensitive because he hadn’t had sex with an alpha for three years? Wide-eyed, Ersa stared at the mirror as if it held all the answers. There were other marks on his body too. Would they feel the same way the bite mark did if he touched them? Ersa asked himself as his eyes fell on the crescent-moon-shaped marks on his thighs, stomach, and arms. The red welts tingled as the warm water lapped at his skin as though in answer to his silent question.

Like many other omegas, he had grown up hearing stories of how wild aggressive alphas were in bed. How untamed, feral, and impossible to control they were that he’d naturally shied away from them, thinking he couldn’t handle one. But now… Ersa buried his face in his hands, his cheeks burning as vivid memories from his heat crashed over him like a tidal wave. Every touch, every whispered word, every shiver of pleasure resurfaced with startling clarity. The intensity of it stole his breath—the way Xander had made him feel, the way his body had responded so eagerly. He couldn’t believe the things they’d done, the depth of his own desire, or how utterly incredible it had felt. His heart raced just thinking about it, and the warmth pooling in his stomach only made it harder to push the memories away.

A knock sounded on the door, startling him.

Dammit. He shouldn’t be lazing around in the bathing bot thinking about sex, Ersa silently scolded himself as he jumped out of the bot. He stepped under the dryer, and with a soft hum, the bot whirred to life, blasting him with a stream of hot air. On his way to the door, he reached for the drying cloth from a peg on the wall and wrapped it around his body for modesty. When the door slid open, Vina’s sheepish smile greeted him.

“Oh, Ersa, I didn’t mean to interrupt your bath.”

“It’s fine. I was done anyway,” Ersa said, making his way to his room. “I need to get dressed and get back to work.”

“Don’t worry about Benjn. He’s fine. I bathed and fed him. Though he fought me every step of the way.” She laughed, her gaze drifting to the passageway that connected Ersa’s room to Benjn’s. “He’ll sleep for a while.”

“You didn’t have to do that. I would have taken care of him once I was done,” Ersa said, feeling like a burden. “I’m not here for you to take care of me.”

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