Page 46 of The Omega Trials: Part One

“Keep making her moan like that,” he says through gritted teeth.

My years escorting have given me better control during my ruts than my brothers. If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t be able to slip my fingers into her panties without losing my shit.

Instead, I can draw out this slow, teasing torture.

My fingers slide between her folds, finding her just as soaked as expected, and my cock throbs. I can’t help but wrap my fist around it while my other hand glides over and around her swollen clit.

“Fuck yeah,” Titus growls as she moans desperately around his dick pounding the back of her throat.

My jaw grinds together as I continue to explore her silky, wet heat. She’s so slippery, it makes me want to throw her on her back and thrust my cock over her pussy, dragging against her slick clit until pleasure consumes us both.

Lost in the visceral fantasy, I don’t realize I’ve pushed two fingers into her pussy until I hear Titus curse above me. “Goddamn liar—look at you riding his fingers.”

He fucks her face harder, making her choke. Each time she gags, I feel her pussy clench around my fingers. “Your pussy loves when he makes you struggle to take it,” I drawl.

Her muffled noises turn desperate and her abs squeeze. Her scent changes, and not in a way I could ever describe, but I know it means she’s close to her climax.

I abruptly rip my hand out of her panties and stand. Titus pulls out of her mouth, and the sound she makes is both plaintive and laden with relief. He moves aside and I step in front of her.

My dick juts out like a steel rod. My balls are heavy, and the rut is making my thoughts a repetitive loop of:Fuck. Thrust. Break. Punish.

I drag my fingers, wet with her slick, over my cock. It glistens along with the pre-cum at my tip.Fuck, I can’t wait to see it sloppy with her spit.But first . . .

“Taste yourself,” I order. I avoid tilting my hips forward so that she has to lean in.

Her tongue tentatively flicks out. My body hums like kinetic energy is buzzing along my skin and reaching out to her. My stomach tightens as her hot tongue licks the underside of my shaft. The light contact has every cell in my body coming alive, and I can’t control it anymore.

I give into the rut. Fully and completely.

As I punch into her perfect fucking mouth suddenly, her eyes widen in surprise. She tries to pull back, but my hands are there, twisting in her hair and holding her still so I can thrust deep and hard.

Her eyes water and I drink it in. “Cry if you want, Omega. But I won’t stop until I get what I want.”

She whimpers and the sound is a corkscrew in my chest. I hesitate.

“Fight it,” Titus says roughly beside me. “It’s your alpha nature tricking you. Don’t let it stop you from giving her what she deserves.” I’d almost forgotten this isn’t about pleasure. It’s about punishment.

I breathe in deeply, scrunching my nose and clenching my fist in her hair, and alpha growl, “Finger that needy omega cunt. But only when there’s a cock in this pretty little mouth. Don’t you dare pleasure yourself without pleasuring your alphas.”

The crease between her eyes deepens as she looks up at me with a wounded expression. Her fingers dig into her thigh as she tries to resist the command.

I slow my movements and gently wipe the tears at the corner of her eye with my thumb. I don a small smile and soften my eyes to whisper tenderly, “Obey or I won’t let you breathe until you make me cum and swallow every last drop.”

To show just how serious I am, I lightly pinch her nostrils closed and push my cock to the back of her throat. She mumbles something undecipherable and begrudgingly shoves her hand into her panties.

I let go of her nose and pick back up my pace. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She glares back, but I don’t let myself care as long as she continues to tease herself. Every moan she fails to hold back creates exquisite vibrations that make pleasure zip all the way to my balls. But as good as it feels, I’m not done playing with her.

I pull my cock out and her hand instantly stops moving.Amazing. . .

I test the strength of my alpha command by sliding in and out, sometimes withdrawing fully. It’s wickedly satisfying every time I do and the hand rubbing her clit freezes and she huffs, increasingly frustrated.

I do it again and she groans, piqued. “This little power trip is embarrassing.”

Before I can respond, Titus has cupped her head and shoved his dick in her mouth. “I like it better when you don’t talk.”

We pass her back and forth like this until she’s gasping for air and spit is dripping down her chin. Tears stream down her cheeks.

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