Page 57 of The Omega Trials: Part One

“Say it again,” he demands, and the urge to please him is stronger than ever. It’s so real, so honest. It’s no longer an unwanted ache in my body, but an aligned desire in my mind too.

“Alpha.Myalpha,” I cry as I topple over another peak. I don’t know how much more my body can take. Especially now that the bond allows me to feel his pleasure as well. It thrums through my veins, his passion, his desire.

“Yes,yes.”He grunts with punctuating thrusts. “Yours.”

“Mine,” I echo, dragging my hands down his chest.

My palm hovers over his heart. “It beats for you now.” And I feel it.Holy shit,do I feel it. Like it’s beating in my own chest.

Suddenly, I’m struck with this deep, aching need. I gasp. “I need— I need—” I can’t seem to catch my breath.

“Fuck, yes, Omega, tell me what you need.” He sounds so fucking earnest and genuine, it makes me want to cry. I truly feel like he would go to the ends of the earth to get me what I need.

“Your knot—” I choke. “I need your knot.” I feel feverish, desperate, out of my goddamn mind.

He makes a deep, guttural sound in response and rips us away from the wall. The next thing I know, he’s no longer inside me and we’re both kneeling on the ground, my back against his chest. One of his hands wraps around my stomach, fingers splayed wide, like he’s trying to touch as much of me as possible. The other collars my throat. I moan at the feel of his dominating grip, the submissive omega in me preening. It’s a possessive gesture that doesn’t make me angry or resentful. Instead, I feel cherished and treasured.

“Please, Alpha.” I breathe restlessly as his cock grinds against my ass. “I need it. I need it,please—I’m hurting so bad.” I reuse his own wording, knowing that he’ll understand my desperation.

“I love the sound of your sweet, needy begs.” His nose drags up my cheek, and he tightens his grasp as he whispers in my ear, “I can feel how much you love my hand around your throat. You like being claimed, like giving up control?”Yes, god, yes.

“Only for you.” I mewl as he glides his palm to the ticklish part of my lower stomach, right above my pussy.

“I’m going to tell you what’s going to happen next,” he murmurs into my sweaty skin. “You’re going to show me what a good omega you can be and present that pretty pussy. Then, I’m going to stuff you full of my cock, and when it feels like you can’t take anymore, I’m going to knot you.” He finishes this delicious idea by flicking his tongue over his claiming bite. My skin in that spot is so tender that I whimper.

“So sensitive.” Even the feel of his breath when he chuckles is like electricity. “How are you going to be able to take my knot when you can barely handle my mouth? Maybe I should just work you with my tongue, eat your pussy until I decide you’re ready—”

“No,”I cry. “I can’t wait, please.”

His hand around my throat moves to my shoulder and he pushes my chest to the floor. “Thenpresent,” he growls harshly. The rough, masculine sound sends me scrambling to obey, so eager to give him anything he wants.

I prop myself on my forearms and spread my knees, lifting my ass to show him everything he can have, everything he owns.

“That’s agoodfucking omega, a good fuckingmate.” He groans, pleased, his approval making my pussyweep. He slots his cock, already slick with my arousal, at my entrance, and I sob when he thrusts all the way in.

The rumbling in his chest continues as his cock thickens inside me, doubling the already too intense pleasure. “Oh my god,” I cry. “It’s too much!”

I try to push up to my hands, but he shoves me back down.

“Not for you, Sinclair. Not for you.”My name.Woven into his praise, it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. “You’ve taken everything I’ve given you, and now you’re going to take my knot like the good mate I know you are.”

Before his knot grows too big, he pulls out and flips me flat on my back. Instinctively, I lock my ankles around his waist, and he punches his hips into the cradle of mine. I feel every thick inch of him as he slides back inside me.

He wraps his strong arms around me until I feel like his body is mine and my body is his. He fucks me slow but no less hard until his breath becomes ragged. He spills into me with a groan, and I feel his knot swell inside me.

“It . . . feels . . . so . . .fucking good.” I mewl as we lock together. “It feels like—”

“Everything.”He presses his forehead against mine and mutters with heart-wrenching sincerity against my lips, “It feels like fuckingeverything.”

1. Play “Skin and Bones” by David Kushner

Brotherhood Night

Titus

Sinclair’s still locked in her room. I can hear the shower running. Ecker’s snoring woke me upthroughthe wall, and Bishop is nowhere to be seen. He got back from the infirmary yesterday and disappeared.

It’s starting to worry me. He just went to hell and back, but I don’t put anything past the Echelon or oursugar plumof an omega.

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