Page 18 of The Omega Trials: Part One

It feels unbelievably good to finally cry out, “Fuck . . .fuck!”

The alphas on either side of me growl low and hungry. The sound reverberates through me like shockwaves to my core. My standing leg trembles uncontrollably. I feel so tight, so close, I could burst. Like the heat is too much for my body to contain.

“Oh god. . .”I moan with both lust and defeat. I want to fight the way my pelvis grinds into his mouth, but I can’t. I’m a marionette again, the heat my puppeteer, his tongue the strings.

It’s like he can sense my desperation, my surrender. Titus pulls back, his mouth glistening with evidence of my betrayal. “Ready to beg yet?”

I could end this right now with a few words.

Please stop.

Two little words. Maybe three more if they insist.

I beg you.

Five words. It would be so easy . . .

“No,” I say as strongly as I can, despite my weary spirit.

“Okay,” Titus says, oddly calm, “but let me be clear: I will not let you come until I hear you beg.”

The revelation is like a bomb detonating in the ruins of my defenses.

They never intended for me to beg them to stop.

They want me to beg tocome.

I don’t know what gives me the strength to say with confidence I do not feel, “Your rules, so don’t blame me tomorrow when your jaw is too sore to speak at tomorrow’s meeting.”

Ecker laughs. “She got you there.”

Titus sneers before returning with a fervor that would knock me off my feet if I wasn’t being held. I can hardly breathe through the way he expertly works his tongue in defined movements, never relenting. When he delves two fingers into my pussy, I give up any attempt to control my response.

I moan without inhibition or care. Unapologetically rocking and grinding into him until Bishop’s grip on me turns bruising.

I yelp, whipping my head to look at him. “You’re hurting—”

The shocking glow of his eyes swallows the rest of my words. They are brilliant and rich with metallic layers. Some so dark they are almost coppery and others so light they could be stars.

“Nothing compared to how I’m hurting, Omega.” His voice is raw and gritty, deeper than I’ve ever heard it. It scares me.

Unexpectedly, Bishop shoves me off the wall and out of Ecker’s hold. Titus falls back, catching himself with his hands to avoid being walked on. It takes half a second for Bishop to bend me over the bathroom vanity across the room. With his hand still firmly planted on my shoulder, he wrenches my arm behind my back by the wrist.

“Like hell I was going to let you come anywhere but on my cock,” he says menacingly. Then he adds frantically, as if speaking his frenzied thoughts out loud, “I need to be inside— Fuck, Ineedyou.”

His hand temporarily leaves my shoulder just long enough to undo his pants and free his cock. The silky, hard length slaps on top of my ass and a sinking sensation overtakes me. I can’t tell if it’s fear or this same indescribableneedhe’s spewing about.

“Oh,yes.”I sigh with unbidden relief when I feel the thick head of his cock push against my entrance.

“What was that?” His hand from my shoulder twists in my hair at the nape of my neck and forces my gaze up to the mirror.

My mouth hangs open but no words come out, as I’m mesmerized by the look of our bodies together in the reflection. His warm brown skin contrasts dramatically against my own, having been starved of sunlight for too long.

“What was that?” he asks again sharply.

I snip, “Nothing.”Just fuck me.

His face hardens, his brows bunching together. His hand in my hair tightens painfully. Then he thrusts.

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