Page 19 of The Omega Trials: Part One

“Ah!”My back arches. I exhale as he withdraws part way.

He punches forward again, and I claw at the counter edges.

He does it again, and my eyes roll back.

Again, and every muscle of my core quivers.

Again, and pain from the hard edge of the counter digging into my hips morphs into pleasure, every sensation heightened from the heat.

I watch my breasts bounce in the mirror with each thrust like they belong to someone else and I just happen to feel everything this other person feels.

“Fuck, fuck—” He pants hot and wet in my ear. My body relishes the closeness while mentally I squirm at the gross, humid feel.

At the sound of husky groans, my eyes scan the reflection and find Titus and Ecker stroking their cocks. I expect nausea to churn my stomach. Instead, I watch their strong, corded forearms flex as they fuck their fists while their glazed over, golden-streaked eyes watchme.

“Goddamn,” Bishop curses roughly then looks at the others through the mirror. “She fucking soaks my cock watching you two . . .fuuck . . .”

My cheeks burn because it’s true. I force my eyes closed, squeezing them tight.

“Uh-uh.” Bishop reaches around to pinch my chin and shakes my head side to side. My eyes flash open. “Look at them. I want you milking my cock when I come.” Then he murmurs as if talking to himself again, “I wish this were the ceremony so I could feel your blood making your pussy even wetter. I’d leave you with my cum and take your blood with me.”

I’m momentarily speechless. But not for long.

“You sick fuck.” I twist and thrash. Bishop slams my body back down, and a shock of pain rocks my elbows as they hit the hard stone counter.

“Don’t you know not to fight an alpha in rut?” Ecker says, suddenly next to Bishop, with a wicked amusement in his voice.

“Not only are we stronger . . .” Titus flanks Bishop’s other side. I watch their reflections jerk off, popping up like a perverted house of mirrors.

“But it only makes us harder.” Bishop concludes their point by slamming into me so deep my cervix contracts, and I bite down at the pain.

I feel his cock swell inside me. I fight against the way my pussy clenches, some fucked-up part of my omega nature getting more and more turned on by the prospect of his cum inside me.

“Fuck, that’s it. Come like a good omega whore and let me fill your pussy up.” His voice is hoarse, as rough as his punishing thrusts.

“Shit, do you smell that?” Ecker exclaims. “She’s about to come . . . I can . . . scent . . . it,” he says in choppy breaths before one continuous moan sounds as he comes. I’m repulsed by the feel of his hot cum on my back and ass, but at the same time, it makes me burn impossibly hotter.

Titus is next. I close my eyes so I don’t have to watch him paint me with cum and humiliation.

“Watch, watch,” Bishop pants desperately, and despite screaming at my body to disobey, I still open them.

His head rocks back, and he bites hard into his lip, a growl escaping through his teeth. His final thrust ignites a series of fireworks inside me. My orgasm pulses in my clit, then my pussy, then my entire pelvis—muscles I didn’t know existed—my abdomen and legs.

I’ve never felt something so terrifyingly consuming.

When his cock stops twitching, he sighs an exhausted, “Fuck.”

There’s almost a sad quality to it that makes me meet his gaze. The gold is quickly fading from his eyes. He blinks once and they’re back to hazel. He immediately tears his gaze away and gracelessly pulls out. With him, he takes the lingering whispers of my omega heat, which have been fading along with my orgasm.

Confused, I watch him push his fingers into his hair as he storms away. They get stopped by his bun, and he rips his hand out. “Goddamn,”he yells and punches the wall by the door, leaving a crater. Chunks of drywall and dust litter the floor.

I’m frozen, shocked, staring at the now empty doorway. I flinch at the feel of something on my back. I whip around, my defenses up now that the heat is gone.

Ecker drops the towel he’s draped over my shoulder and raises his hands in surrender. Behind him, Titus walks out.

“So, what’s your name?” Ecker asks casually, if not a little awkward.

I bob my head. “What?”That was the last thing I expected to come out of his mouth.

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