Chapter 6 Punishment

Chapter 6 Punishment
KANE

The heavy doors of my chamber swing open, and she walks in as though the earth is spread to grace her feet. All the slaves around me cower, shake in fear.

That’s how it should be.

That’s how it’s always been. 

Skol stirs before I can speak.

‘She’s beautiful.’

He’s been repeating it for the last ten minutes like a lovesick mutt.

‘She’s an Omega,’ I remind him, dragging a hand down my jaw. ‘As filthy as it is weak.’

‘Doesn’t smell so weak,’ Skol growls back. ‘Ask her if she likes us. Ask her.’

I block him out. I have a lot of questions but none of which Skol has suggested. I need to know where the Omega is from and how she was bred with such an annoying audacity.

My guards wait behind me, uncertain. I glance at Nyx and she’s already dropped to her knees, unprompted. Her back is straight and her hands rest on her thighs like she was born for this.

To submit to me.

I hadn’t even given the command.

Her green eyes meet mine— big and bulgy, holding the sunlight in them. Skol stirs again, bumps rising across my skin.

She’s different. 

I don’t know what is different about her but she is. No Omega dares to keep their eyes on mine for this long, not flinching for a moment. 

“Leave us,” I mutter.

One of the guards hesitates. “Your Highness?” Confusion laces his voice.

I arch a brow slowly, letting silence sharpen the moment. “Are you deaf or just dense? Get out.”

He jerks. “Yes, sire.”

A beat passes, then the door clicks shut. Silence descends on the room. 

I turn around to address the Omega—and gods! I nearly forgot how to breathe. 

Her top lies on the floor like a peeled layer of temptation and she… she’s bare from the waist up. What?  Her skin glows gold in the low flicker of the torches. Her breasts rise and fall with the soft rhythm of her breath, her nipples taut and begging for attention.

She doesn’t even try to hide. Not a single tinge of shame in that stern face of hers. My cock twitches.

‘Oh,’ Skol breathes. ‘She’s perfect.’

My fists clench. “What the hell do you think you are doing?”

She shrugs, completely unbothered, as though this is the most natural thing in the world. “Well,” she says in a voice light and drenched in mockery, “a man who hates his wife, and brings a pretty slave to his chambers in the middle of day can only mean one thing…”

She trails her fingers along her collarbone, down to one nipple, and gently strokes it. Her eyes never leave mine. That sly, wicked mouth quirks up into a smirk.

“I’m just making it easier for you.”

I take a slow step forward, my fury tangled with something far more dangerous. 

Lust. 

Possession. 

Hunger.

Everything I shouldn’t be feeling.

“You think you’re pretty?” I sneer, trying to ignore the heat crawling up my spine.

Her gaze flicks downward, deliberate. “Parts of you seem to agree.”

I follow her eyes and fuck. The outline of my arousal is straining hard against my pants. No hiding it now.

Skol is howling. ‘She’s bold. Ours. Mine. Look at her, Kane.’

She stands slowly, hips swaying like a siren’s song, and stalks toward me.

My breath shortens. My heart pounds, something it never does for women. 

Ever.

Her hand finds mine and she lifts it, slowly… purposefully… and places it directly on her breast. Flesh-to-flesh.

The room spins.

“You wanted a punishment,” she whispers. “Go on. Punish me.”

Her lips are still glistening with nerve as she whispers, “Punish me, Alpha, I am practically begging for it,” and before I can spit out a command, she’s pushing me back.

My knees hit the edge of the chair. I don’t sit. I plop, like I’ve been snared. Her hands are already on my shoulders, her bare chest immaculate under firelight, and her scent—gods, her scent—sweet, sinful, soaked in heat.

I can’t…think.

I can’t think of anything but her.

The Omega climbs onto me like I’m a familiar ride. She straddles my lap, right over the ache in my pants. Her skin presses down on my hardness and my jaw tightens.

“I thought about this all night long,” she murmurs, eyes burning into mine. “Did you?”

Her mouth takes the words out of mine. She kisses me ferociously.

She kisses me like she wants to devour my soul, her lips parting mine open, tongue teasing the corner of my mouth before she trails kisses down to my throat.

My breath stutters and my cock twitches violently beneath her, caged in my pants, fighting restraint.

Her lips brush my ear. “Don’t keep your hands idle.”

What?

My brain goes blank.

No woman—no one—has ever told me what to do, not even Daciana in her most venomous moments. Before I can growl something wicked, my hands are already moving, dragged by a force not my own.

They find her breasts. Warm, round, perfect handfuls of madness. Her nipples pebble under my touch, and her hips grind slowly against the bulge beneath her. I swallow a curse. Skol is howling with approval in my skull.

‘She’s a goddess,’  he purrs. ‘Touch her. Mate her.’

My fingers trail lower, under the dip of her waist. She grabs my hand, guiding it between her legs.

“Feel what you do to me,” she whispers, her voice a sinful silk.

My fingers slide over slick heat between her thighs. I groan, loud, raw, and unrestrained.

Suddenly, she stands up.

What—?

My hands fall limp at my sides as she kneels between my legs, like a dark vision of temptation. Her fingers go to my belt.

She looks up through her lashes, and the smile she gives me is pure damnation.

“No touching,” she says sweetly. I am still reeling. Still fascinated.

I nearly choked on my breath. “What?”

She undoes my belt, my buttons, then my zipper. One by one, with maddening slowness. Her fingers brush over the straining line of my cock, and my entire body flinches.

Then she frees me.

The cold air kisses me for a second—just a second—before her hot, wet mouth wraps around me.

I groan louder than I mean to.

Her lips slide down, deep. Her surly eyes are still on mine, watery from effort, but she doesn’t stop. She devours me.

Her mouth works like she's trying to suck my damned soul out. Trying to drive me to insanity with intense expertise.

I can't even question why she's doing this.

My fists clench, my throat tightening as I jerk against the chair.

“Fuck!” Fuck. I can’t even touch her. I throw my head back, hissing, reaching but not touching.

And damn is it difficult to.

Relentless, she keeps sucking, mouth bobbing, tongue swirling, reaching places that send me spasming. I held my breath, chasing my orgasm.

“I’m going to—” I rasp, almost strangled.

And then she stops.

She just… stops.

My brow pops in a question, oscillating between impatience and confusion.

She licks the side of her mouth like it’s a joke, then stands up to show it's not. Desire, mixed with anger and desperation dawns on me and I just watch her in astonishment.

The Omega smooths her thighs and leans forward to whisper into my panting mouth.

“Now we’re even, Alpha.”