Alpha Siege (Omega Mates #1) - Pearl Tate Page 0,15

soon. She must have come from the underground—somewhere—based on her attire.

She’s still protesting as she attempts to get away from me, despite the fabric twisting around her ankles, catching on her foot coverings. Ignoring her babbling, I grab her hips, tugging her back. This is a serious offense, and I need to treat it as such.

Clamping a hand around her arm, I haul her across my lower legs. I’ve welted enough female asses in my life, but none as enticing. There have been plenty of times it's been gentle and more playful, intending to fuel their pleasure. But this will be sharp, hard, and intentionally painful. I need to get the point across.

No matter how it goes for me though, it’s always sexual. There’s just something about having a female quivering from the punishment at my hand that turns me on. Watching this pretty ass turning red is going to be a highlight of my life.

Her skin is softer than any I’ve ever felt before, with a plush, perfectly formed round shape. “This is to remind you that I’m your Alpha now.” Bending her over my legs, I try to steady my own breathing as her enticing scent seems to explode around us. “You can’t be totally oblivious of where you are. I’m the assigned Alpha here and you’re a female. You must be reminded of your place.”

She’s still struggling, but I’m much bigger. Her wiggling does no good. “A female obeys her elders. Your male is missing…” I pause, allowing her a moment to contradict me. “… and so, I’m your Alpha now.”

Her ass continues to jiggle enticingly as I plant an arm across the middle of her back, and her thick, dark hair slides like water over her shoulders and face. I wasn’t able to secure my covering properly, and I know my hard cock is lifting it higher. I slam my hand down on her ass intending to start slow.

“Stop!” Her cries make no sense to me, but I’m not an idiot and know she’s still protesting. When will she submit?

“You should accept your punishment as a faithful female, and I can make us both feel good when I’m done,” I growl when she continues to squirm. I need to teach her to concede and then welcome her punishments with meekness. Squirming around like this, although sometimes fun, will only entice me to get more aggressive. My hand comes down harder this time, smacking the soft, malleable flesh closer to her center. She still jerks forward, but freezes under my arm as a fresh gust of air sends her potent fragrance around us both.

She can squirm and fight, but her body knows she’s where she needs to be. This is right. She’s mine now, and I harden further, knowing this won’t be the last time she requires correcting. In fact, I’m sure I’ll be praying three times a day for her to need this regularly.

Reaching around, I suck in a sharp breath as her wet cleft meets my fingers. Fuck, this may kill me. I bring my fingers to my tongue, sucking her juices from them, and my eyes roll back in my head. I’ve tasted nothing like her!

I already want to thrust into her from behind, and I’ve barely started. She’s still thrashing and bucking under my arm, attempting to roll off my lap. “Lay still, female,” I say, backing up this demand with a succession of sharp slaps to her tender cunt. It makes her ass cheeks bounce as she strains to escape the blows. But she stops trying to get away immediately.

Despite her protests, the air is perfumed with more of her intoxicating scent, and I land an extra smack just to encourage her body to bloom. “Do you think you can take your punishment like a faithful female, or do I need to warm you up more?”

Her answer is garbled and I can’t understand a word of it, but the tone is clear. Her body trembles with suppressed anger and the unmistakable scent of her gathering slick permeates the air. She needs fucking, but I have to follow through on my Alpha punishment.

Trained and assigned by the low dwellers as the Alpha to my encampment, I’ve never shirked my duties. Yes, sometimes I hesitate, wondering if the strict tenants of our Holy Scripture are necessary. With the Alpha numbers dwindling now that Omega females are extinct, it’s more important than ever to trust the prophecies—or we might as well give up all hope.

Frozen,