“Argh!” I scream in frustration, as my energy wavers and fails.
Knox clicks his tongue and raises a brow as I hang in Viper’s embrace.
“That all you got, Specialist?”
In answer, I go limp, my head sloping to the side as I bare my throat. “I yield.”
I expect Viper to lower me to the ground so we can start our match again, but he doesn’t stop. He continues to thrust and grind, using my body to give himself pleasure.
Shade appears beside Knox, and then Blaze slinks from whatever shadow he’d been lurking in.
They stand there and watch as my lieutenant uses me to masturbate. It's humiliating, and I feel shame because it’s turning me on.
My instincts purr with delight. I loved sex with Viper, but I’m coming to realize having the whole Pack together feeds a primal part of myself.
I want them to watch. To touch. For them to see how good an Omega I am for their brother.
I'm so wet that my thighs are slick with my juices, and the wetness soaks through my trousers.
Shade’s nostrils flare. Even his weak Beta senses can detect how desperate I am.
I feel Viper climax before I hear him. His body tightens and then shivers with a grunt. With a twitch, he finishes, letting out a low, satisfied groan, and I can feel the bulb of his knot pressing into the cleft of my ass. He loosens his hold, leans down, and plants a wet kiss to the side of my temple and releases me.
‘Thanks gorgeous.’
I stumble forward, my legs wavering, and I fall to my knees at the feet of our audience.
"Think LT won that round, Boss," Shade says to Knox, chuckling.
My Prime Alpha is silent, watching me closely. His red eyes are bright with desire. I'm so turned on and humiliated that I was so easily defeated. It’s a heady mix that I’m learning sends sparks of pleasure straight to my clit.
"Get up. Not the time to be on your knees for us, Omega Specialist," he clips, turning to stride to the center of the mats, rolling his shoulders. The others laugh at the innuendo like immature boys, and I roll my eyes.
Shade nudges me, jolting me into action. I climb to my shaky legs and follow Knox. He’s stretching his muscular arms and bouncing side-to-side, limbering up.
I blink as I realize I’m still not done for the day.
I have to fight Prime Alpha Knox.
Frack.
"Great," I say after taking a moment to shake out my hands, and decide to join in on their innuendos. "The whole squad gets to put me on my back today."
Shade chokes on his water, spilling it down his bare chest.
Well, even though I’m not winning any spars today, at least I had the best dirty joke.
The last time I sparred with Knox, it ended with me choking and Commanding him. To say we don’t have a good track record is an understatement.
I nervously shift my weight from one leg to the other.
"C'mon then, Specialist. If you've still got energy to be mouthy, then let's give you a chance to work out your frustrations."
Oh, I certainly have frustrations, just not any that should be worked out here in a public training arena. Or with the Alpha who is my trainer. Although, judging by the way Knox is looking at me, he has certainly changed his no-fraternization rule since the last time he was my instructor.
“Take a swing, Omega Specialist," he goads. He beckons with his hands, the same cocky smirk on his face.
His Prime Asshole persona used to irritate me. Now, that same smug expression does funny things to my insides.
