Page 14 of The Accidental Omega
Our lips meet and his kiss is sweet. Not tentative, but not forceful. Very nice, really. But then his tongue slips out and presses gently at my mouth. It feels...different. I part my lips and meet his tongue with mine. I realize it is longer than a human one and...oh fuck, is it split? How did I not notice that before?
When Wells pulls back, eyes darkened, he says, “You agreed to be our omega. We will nurture and protect you, even with our own lives. We’ll care for you and see to all your needs. But in return, you allow this. You defer to us in matters of safety and body. You see to our pleasure and release. You bear our kits, if our seed takes root. It is a good deal, Elizabeth,” he nods, “And, whether or not it's a good deal, youalreadyagreed.” He grins in what I’m learning is his natural boyish way.
Ryson tugs at my nipple at that moment as Zallan starts to stroke my back and Nara nips my skin at the base of my neck.I can’t think critically on anything right now.
Suddenly Zallan’s mouth is on the other side of my neck, his long tongue teasing and I feel my second breast cupped by a large hand. It’s gentler than the other, and rubs at my nipple tentatively. My eyes close and my anger seems to float away. Every inhale seems to calm me. I smell something sweet and dark and...
My eyes snap open, “Are you drugging me?”
“Drugging you, little one?” Nara asks, mouth on my flesh, making me shiver.
“You all... smell good. Really good.”
They chuckle.
“Pheremones, omega,” Ryson answers, voice rough. “Yours are driving us wild as well.”
Oh, I give them off too? That’s cool.
“She’s heated enough,” Ryson says lowly. Before I can fully process what is happening, he’s sitting cross-legged and I’m draped over his lap.
“Wait,” I say, putting my hands on the bed and pushing up. Ryson’s large hand cups my bare ass.
It lifts and I squirm. “Wait!”
His hand lands and I squeal. “Stop! Is this some BDSM shit? I’ve never been into spanking!”
Another slap. And another, on the other side.
“I said stop, you fucking asshole!”
All four of them make a displeased sound. Ryson answers, “That’s twice you spoke rudely in public and now you’ve cursed your alphas. You’ve quite a warming in store, little omega. Best to bite your tongue.”
He starts spanking me in earnest, his large hand nearly able to cover an entire cheek. I fight and squeal, really angry. He alternates sides every few swats.
“It hurts!” I wail, my body sending me mixed signals on my opinion of being embarrassed and punished in this fashion.
“Yes, well, omega, punishments usually do,” Ryson purrs.
Another hard spank to my exposed ass and my legs start to kick without my intent. Ryson growls and I feel something wrap around them.It’s his tail.
“Why are you-”swat“being punished-”swat“naughty omega?”Swat.
“Because your dicks are small and you have to beat your women,” I spit angrily.
From nearby, Zallan chuckles and mutters something that sounds like “spirited.”
“That’s an extra ten, my dear,” Ryson evenly responds.
The spanking goes on and on. It hurts, my ass tender as he slaps me again and again. Eventually, I stopped fighting, layinglimp over his lap, like I had been trained to be mastered in such a manner since I had been able to understand such things.
“That’s a good girl,” Zallan growls, and I feel his hand start to stroke my back. “You’re doing so well.”
Ryson says something I can’t hear. But the reminder of them watching sparks shame through me.
When the next hit lands, I start to cry. To sob. The spanking hurts, but it’s more than that. It’s everything. It’s leaving Earth. It’s having a microdrill put a computer chip behind my ear. It’s leaving Sasha and my pet fish Jerry. It’s being turned ass up and spanked and my bodynothating the pain and shame I’m feeling.
After several more swats, the spanking stops, Ryson’s hand kneading my sore bottom gently. “Omega, why were you punished?” His voice is soft, kind even, but resistance flutters deep inside me.
