Page 8 of His Prize (Omegas After Dark: Omega Auction #1)

CHAPTER FIVE

Darby

I shouldn’t have shown up this afternoon for the omega auction trial. This whole thing was a terrible idea. I’d thought by throwing myself at the mercy of a Dom I could get the punishment I deserved for my failures, but it just wasn’t working out that way.

“There, there,” my sadistic prince said, kissing my bunched and sweating shoulder as his knot started to go down. “It will feel better in a second.”

I hung my head as much as I could in the tight restrictions. It already felt too good, and that was the problem.

He might have looked young and green, but this millionaire rich kid knew how to work my omega body like he was playing an instrument.

I don’t know how he did it, but he was so in tune with what I craved and what gave me pleasure.

He’d been able to push my buttons in a way no one else ever had, giving me wave after wave of orgasms so intense that they hurt.

He felt so right knotted in me. Everything about his body, especially his cock and knot, was oversized and made me feel like my anatomy would need to rearrange itself to accommodate him. But I was happy to do that. I was happy to be at his mercy.

I was happy, and I didn’t deserve it.

People could have died because of me.

“Mmm, your scent is delicious,” my prince hummed, sniffing my neck as his knot continued to go down. He licked my skin, causing a shiver to slip all the way down my spine to my still half-hard cock. “I could cuddle you all day.”

I’d had my eyes closed, but they popped open at that statement. It was…cute. Comforting. Something in me stirred with contentment.

I pushed it aside, focusing on the gush that came with my prince’s knot leaving me. Without that block, everything wet and slippery that filled me began to seep out.

“You have no idea how sexy you are,” my prince purred as he shifted back.

I winced a little as he dragged his still pretty huge cock out of me, causing friction against my sore and stretched hole.

A second later, I caught my breath and my eyes went wide as his mouth slid across that same, sore hole. He licked and nuzzled that stretched-out, used part of me, teasing me with his tongue and making sounds like he was eating the most delicious confectionary ever invented.

It felt so good that my cock and balls jerked, like they wanted to come again, even though they’d just felt so many intense orgasms that I wouldn’t have been surprised if they’d fallen off.

“So good,” my prince said in a deep, warm voice. “So sweet.”

His tone rolled over me like warm toffee.

The temptation to give in to every last one of my omega instincts and curl up like a kitten in his praise was so hard to resist. I’d never had an alpha Dom lavish me with praise like that.

I’d never even had past alpha boyfriends use that alluring tone of voice with me.

“Such a beautiful ass, too,” my prince said, moving to rain kisses over my sore, raised ass. “I could look at your body all day. In fact, let’s get you out of this bed so I can get you into another one.”

My brow furrowed for a moment. I loved the breeding bed.

It was sadistic and brutal. It was uncomfortable and made it impossible for me to stop any alpha who happened to wander by from fucking the living daylights out of me and potentially forcibly impregnating me.

That didn’t just appeal to the part of me that wanted to be disciplined for my failures, but also the ancient, needy omega in me who believed his sole purpose in existing was to carry an alpha’s baby.

I’d never wanted a baby before, but suddenly every cell in my body wanted to carry my sadistic prince’s baby.

“No,” I groaned as my prince started to unbuckle the restraints holding me rigidly in place. “No, I don’t want this.”

It felt like a lie, even though I was certain it was the truth. My head and my body were definitely at odds, and my heart had no clue what was going on.

“It’s okay, baby,” my prince cooed as he rubbed each freed limb to get my blood flowing again. “You’re doing so well. Let’s just get you someplace a little more comfortable for your next heat wave.”

What the fuck was going on? I was too stunned by the abrupt change in direction from my prince to protest as he freed me from the breeding bed. What happened to the cruel, careless playboy who had paid a million dollars to put me in my place?

I needed to get back to the punishments I deserved.

Once my prince had me completely free from the bed and on my feet again, I turned toward him, like I could fight him off and run.

That didn’t happen. Instead, I looked up—my prince was almost a foot taller than me—and saw the kindness in his hazel eyes.

His autumnal scent wafted over me, making me dizzy.

I’d noted before that he had a young face, but up close, knowing how his knot felt inside me, and feeling the soreness of the cane he’d smacked across my ass earlier, I could see he wasn’t as young as I’d first thought.

He was still younger than me, though. By a lot.

“There,” he said, stroking his hand over the side of my cum-crusted face. “All better.”

What the actual fuck was going on?

“No,” I said, panic in my voice that wasn’t entirely feigned.

This wasn’t what I needed. I wanted harshness and pain, not this…this…attraction.

I broke to the side and bolted for the door into the suite’s main room. If I tried to get away, he would catch me and punish me. He’d strap me to the St. Andrew’s Cross again and beat my body until everything was pain. And then maybe I’d feel redeemed from my mistakes.

Or not.

“Easy there,” my prince said, catching me before I could go more than a few steps and pulling me into his tight, all-encompassing embrace. “You’re not going anywhere.”

I struggled, not so much against his hold, but against everything inside me that was screaming to get out. “Let me go!” I sobbed.

My prince’s grip tightened, and his tone changed once again as he said in a serious voice, “Do you want to end the fantasy?”

Did I? I wanted to end this too-kind shift he’d made. I wanted to go back to the sick sadist who wanted to cane and breed me.

But maybe this shift was part of the head games he was playing. It was definitely sadistic.

“No,” I groaned, sagging in his arms. I added a quick, “Green,” just so he knew my answer was not part of the scene.

“Good,” my prince said, shifting the way he held me so he could run his hands over my hot and tingling body. “Because I don’t want to stop either. You’re so sweet and perfect to play with. You make me so hard.”

He proved that by jerking his once again hard cock against the small of my back.

I caught my breath as my next heat wave roared into me. I tried to breathe it away so we might have time for him to whip or flog me some more, but once an omega’s heat wave started, it ran the show.

“Please, please,” I panted as a fresh fountain of slick started to leak from me. “Fuck me. Hurt me. Force me. I need…I need….”

“I know, sweetheart,” my prince said, sweeping me into his arms and carrying me to the bed.

I struggled a little, but my heart wasn’t really in the scene anymore. I didn’t know what I wanted, only what I deserved, and it wasn’t this…this tenderness.

There was more to it than that, though. As my prince set me down on my back on the bed then spread his large, heavy body over me, my soul practically sang.

Everything felt so right, from his weight above me to the way he nudged my legs open so he could fit himself between them.

His every touch as he stroked my heat-inflamed body felt like sunshine, and when he kissed me—not brutally, not to punish me—I swear, I felt my heart expand beyond the constraints of my body.

He was an amazing kisser, and I drank that subtle praise in like it was nectar.

He definitely had control of the kiss, and it was encompassing and delicious.

I wanted that affection so badly that I threw my arms around him and dug my fingertips into the firm muscle of his back like I would never let go.

“Precious omega,” he breathed against my cheek as he adjusted himself to push deeply into my heat-desperate body.

The sound of pleasure he made actually made me come. The whisper of his breath against my ear would have made me come anyhow at that point, I was so wrapped up in the moment.

“Good boy,” he groaned, pushing deeper and deeper with every thrust. “You’re so, so good.”

I wasn’t. I was trash. I’d never been able to make a relationship work, I got my jollies from being beaten and force-fucked, and I had made a stupid mistake that could have cost hundreds of people their lives.

But as my prince’s body invaded mine, as his alpha scent surrounded me and his mouth captured mine again in a searing kiss, I felt beautiful and light again. I wasn’t a failure, I was his, his boy, his lover.

Hard on the heels of those thoughts, and without any forewarning, the head of his cock pushed right through the tight resistance of my womb. It took me completely by surprise, and I cried out loud enough to hurt my lungs as the breeding orgasm started.

Omegas only rarely had breeding orgasms. I’d only had a handful before with my previous boyfriend, nearly ten years ago. They only happened when an alpha and omega were deeply compatible. They didn’t always lead to conception, so the name wasn’t entirely accurate, but often they did.

There was no way to describe a breeding orgasm.

It was like a supernova in the core of your being that flooded you with indescribable pleasure.

I felt like I was on fire with pure, white flames of love and affection.

I could tell my prince felt it, too, as his breathing turned ragged and vocal and his thrusts became merciless.

His knot had flared the instant his cockhead breached my womb, and instinct had taken over for both of us.