Page 47 of The Omega Trials: Part One

God, she makes a beautiful fuck toy.

If she survives this, I will consider her debt being paid.

Her impending orgasm perfumes the air, making both Titus and me growl hungrily. Suddenly, he picks her up, his muscles rippling and eyes glowing.

“No, no!” she screams and starts kicking as he lays her on the altar on her back. “You don’t have to do this—”

“And you didn’t have to poison Bishop,” he snarls and quickly cuffs her other hand then her ankles. She fights to close her legs as he picks up her hips and tugs her ass to the edge, but he steps between them. His wide frame holds them open. His voice shakes with anger. “Or get me whipped hours before the biggest fight of our lives.”

“I didn’t know that was going to happen,” she shouts. “And maybe if you weren’t too chicken shit to stand up for me, it wouldn’t have happened.”

Her accusation galls me, as if we somehow forced her to graffiti the Cyans’ wing. “We don’t owe you. Weownyou.”

Titus’s blazing gaze moves down her body like a starving beast. When he speaks, it’s hollow and gruff, filled with nothing but the rut that’s consumed him.

“You’re not coming until one of us is buried deep inside this cunt.” He slaps her pussy, and she yelps. “So there’s no doubt”—slap—“exactly who”—slap—“this omega pussy”—slap—“belongs to.”

On the last slap, her back arches and her scream is one of biting pleasure. “Fucking—hate—you,” she says between gasps with gritted teeth.

“Feeling’s mutual.” He growls then roughly punches into her.2 I can hear his balls smack against her ass as he buries himself to the hilt. Her arms thrash in the chains until he impales her with another deep thrust, making her back bow.

“Fuck,” she spits angrily.

I circle around to her head, which is just barely resting on the other edge. Despite the wild and brilliant gold, there’s still searing hatred in her eyes.

I smile coldly in return and tip her head farther back. “Chin up, beautiful. We’re just getting started.”

1. Play “Dark Side” by Bishop Briggs

2. Play “ghost in a shell” by Savage Ga$p, KAMAARA, SXMPRA and continue in next chapter.

The Victor’s Punishment

Titus

It’s not enough.1

It’s never enough.

The harder I fuck her, the more out of control I feel. Every inch I sink into her should calm my rut, but instead, it’s gasoline on a fire. My palm, still stinging from my last slap, aches to slap her wet flesh again, the sound of the sharp crack the only thing that provides an ounce of relief to this festering turmoil and flame for revenge.

“Chin up, beautiful. We’re just getting started.” Ecker brushes his cock against her lips then trails his fingers over the scar on her neck. “Who did this to you?”

“Fuck you,” she snarls.

He only laughs in response. “Now, give me your mouth while he fucks your sloppy mess of a pussy.” His voice is smooth, smug, and confident. His clear control only makes me feel more out of control.

My skin feels like it’s on fire, my mind stuck on a path of complete destruction. I feel myself snap along with my final shred of restraint.

Break her. Break her. Break her.

Blood for blood.

Blood thrums in my ears . . .Blood? Out . . .I can’t think straight, my mind a white-hot haze as I try to recall my incomplete thought . . .Out for blood—

Sinclair’s startled scream followed by Ecker’s measured voice jolts me from the mental haze. “Put the glass down, man.”

Confused, I look down to find the neck of an old wine bottle in my fist. The water that was in it pools on the ground with the shattered remains of its body. The jagged edges of broken glass press into her hammering pulse.

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