Rough by Sara Fields (ereader iphone txt) 📕

I tried to focus on my breath, but that felt hot too, and it only got worse.

This was suffering of the highest magnitude.

I looked up at Magnar and I could see the tension rippling across his chest. Casually, he glanced down at me and met my eyes for a long moment before he cleared his throat.

He could sense something was different.

“I hate to cut this short, but I need to finish dealing with my omega. See to it that you take care of what we discussed,” he said, his voice stern.

He didn’t wait for his council to answer. He just reached down and lifted me straight off the floor. Tossing me over his shoulder, he strode purposely out of the room and returned the way we had come. He’d left too quickly for the council to even protest his exit.

With my bottom and wet pussy on complete display for everyone passing by to see, I couldn’t control my arousal. I was so wet that it hurt. Every nerve in my body felt overly sensitive, as if just a single caress would be enough to hurtle me straight into orgasm.

“The scent of your slick is entirely too distracting,” Magnar snarled and my core contracted painfully tight. He carried me all the way back to my chambers, where he deposited me on the bed. He stared at me for what felt like forever before he turned around and left, locking the door behind him without looking back. He left me all alone.

One hour passed and then another. My aroused misery continued to grow.

I began to grow desperate. I slipped my fingers in between my thighs and anxiously circled my clit. Within seconds, I was on the edge of orgasm and when I pressed even more firmly, I screamed with my release.

But it wasn’t enough.

I came again.

I made myself come again and again, but it only seemed to make things even worse. My skin grew hotter, my core tighter, and I wailed quietly with pain.

Finally, I withdrew my fingers and came to a terrifying conclusion.

This wasn’t just arousal nor was it just me being needy. I was going into heat. I was experiencing the beginnings of an omega’s estrous for the very first time.

Magnar’s presence near me had started it. The punishment over his knees had forced it to a head. His touch had been the catalyst. I knew that now.

I rushed to make myself get up. I gathered all the pillows in the room and piled them in the corner, rearranging them again and again until I was happy with the placement of each one. With a sob, I gathered every soft blanket that I could find and positioned them amongst the pillows too. It was soothing for me.

I knew what I was doing, but I couldn’t make myself stop. I was nesting. As an omega in the beginnings of her heat, I was simply following instinct. I didn’t stop until it felt perfect. It felt like it took hours, but in reality, it was probably only about thirty minutes.

I curled up in my nest and pressed my face into the softest pillow.

My hips rolled of their own volition. I started to sob.

Soon, even the passing of seconds felt like torture. Just drawing the heated air into my lungs felt like breathing in shards of glass. I cried into the pillow, suffering in abject misery.

I called out for Magnar and he didn’t answer. I pled for his mercy, but soon enough speaking became just as painful as breathing.

I begged and pleaded for him as my slick soaked my thighs. It came from my body in waves, practically pouring down my thighs to soak the blankets beneath me.

“Please, Magnar. Help me,” I begged.

I was no longer thinking rationally. I knew he was close. I could smell him, and I just wanted his cock. I needed it.

I suffered all alone for a long while. My fingers dug into the floorboards beneath me, my nails scouring into the wooden planks. I tried to claw my way out, but the wild beast within me demanded to be set free. My omega was in heat and the only thing that would make it stop was an alpha’s cock.

It was how things were, the natural order of the world, and there was nothing that could fight against that.

I was helpless to the urges inside me. My arousal shackled me, and I knew there was only one way out.

The lock finally grated, and the door flung open so hard that it slammed into the wall with a loud clatter. I turned my face only to see him scrutinizing me, a wild look on his face that both frightened and aroused me at the same time.

“Omega,” he growled.

My core shuddered and a rush of wetness flooded beneath me onto the blankets.

“Your slick calls to me,” he continued, and I shook there on the floor before him.

There was only one thing to say, so I said it.

Chapter 8

Magnar

“Please, give me your cock, alpha.”

Her words were like music to my ears, her voice a soft desperate melody that rushed through my veins with vivid intensity and I couldn’t make it stop. To this point, it had taken everything in me to keep myself from touching her. Last night, I hadn’t been able to come to her room because I wanted to claim her. I had been angry with her that she’d run from me, but I wanted her all the same.

I closed my eyes and the picture of her naked body over my knee flashed before them. My cock was already hard as iron, but as I flexed my palm and remembered how it felt to redden her backside, I grew even harder.

I’d enjoyed spanking her. I wanted to do it again.

I’d taken pleasure in marking her bare little bottom with my belt and I’d relished the moment I’d discovered how my cruelty had left her soaking