Page 48 of The Omega Trials: Part One

“Blood . . . for . . . blood . . .”My voice is twisted and coarse. I sound more like a beast than a man. “She . . . hurt . . . Bishop . . .”

“I know, brother. I know.” His hand tentatively wraps around my fist on the bottle neck. “And she’s paying for it, right now.”

“I-I didn’t know it was to the death,” she pleads. “I wanted you to fail, notdie!”

“Doesn’t. . .matter.” I exhale angrily through my nose, my jaw and neck full of tension. My hand shakes under Ecker’s as I fight the urge to press just a little harder and open up that soft, milky skin.

Blood for blood.

“It’s not enough,” I growl low and deadly.

Somehow, I’m able to tear my gaze away from the point where the sharp glass digs into her skin. I find her eyes. They are deep pools of blue . . . not gold . . .They should be gold . . .

Something about the realization that she’s no longer in heat pulls me back from the edge because it’s not . . .right.

“No. You don’t get to leave.” I drag the bottle down the center of her chest, leaving a pink scratch but not breaking the skin. I begin slowly pumping in and out of her pussy and feel her immediately respond, her inner walls gripping me on every backstroke.

“If I have to suffer this torturous desire, then you do too—you will feel the pain of being ours, of craving what you hate most. Pleasure that burns.” I trail the glass between her breasts, feeling Ecker’s watchful eyes on me—making sure I don’t go too far.

“Lust so crippling . . .” I dig the sharp edge into one of the lines of her ceremonial carving. “It makes you want to tear yourself apart.” She hisses as I cut into her skin and shallowly trace the arch of one petal.

There’s a cold smirk in my tone. “I’d much rather tear you apart.”

There’s no doubt reopening her partially healed wounds hurts, and yet gold begins to return to her steely eyes. I can’t help but laugh.

“I get it now. All this fighting, rebelling, it’s what gets you wet, isn’t it? You’re slut for pain, huh?” She swallows thickly, and I feel the satisfaction of being right. “That’s good because I have a lot to give.”

“No—ahh.”She winces as I press my thumb into the fresh cut.

“Don’t forget my cock is inside you.” I drag my thumb through the beading crimson, so transfixed by the sight of her bleeding chest I almost forget what I was saying.Almost.“I can feel what you refuse to admit.”

I meet her gaze and see a new truth in it. Now a steady glowing gold, her eyes follow my tongue as I wet my lips before they curl into a half-smirk. I don’t look away when I alpha growl, “Grabthe back of your knees. Spread yourself wide and accept your punishment.”

The crease between her brows deepens as she is compelled to follow my orders. Her chains rattle as she holds herself open, her pussy red and puffy from being spanked. It looks so good swollen and wrapped around my cock.

Too good.

I’m tempted to pull out so I can feast on her, suck her clit until her legs tremble the way her bottom lip does. Because despite all this rage and adrenaline still dominating my rut, there’s this prickling urge to taste her, to make her feel good.

But I remember the way the rut played with my mind at Captain Cross’s. I was ready to remove my armor until she found a chink in it. I can’t trust these soft emotions while in rut. They’re too easy to get swept away in, to forget what we almost lost tonight,whowe almost lost.

So, I lean into what I trust, the feeling that’s as familiar as my own heartbeat:bloodlust.

My knuckles whiten around the wine bottle as I continue to slice along the lines of the larkspur blossom. I gather the weeping blood with my thumb again, then spit on her pussy. She gasps quietly, her mouth falling open, and I realize something is missing.

“Fill her mouth,” I tell Ecker. He turns her face toward him with a wicked grin.

“That’s it,” he mutters hoarsely as she lets him slide his dick between her lips.

I move my thumb, wet with her blood, between her legs. Using her blood and my spit, I swirl slick circles over her clit.

She garbles a moan as Ecker wastes no time hitting a brutal pace. One of his hands knits in her hair while the other plays with her tits, slapping the pillowy flesh, pinching and tugging her nipples.

She grinds her hips forward and arches her back, desperately trying to fuck me back as I thrust into her and rub her clit.

With her finally giving in, everything becomes a frenzy, a desperate pounding of flesh as we all chase a seemingly insatiable arousal.

“Such a filthy little thing, taking both our cocks like a well-trained whore,” Ecker says through gritted teeth. He rubs his hand over her sternum, smearing the blood there. “I’d like to see you just as covered in our cum so everyone knows what a dirty omega we have.”

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