Page 65 of The Omega Trials: Part One

Every time Bishop pistons into me, I’m shoved farther down Ecker’s length. It’s hard to get a breath in, but it’s addicting, constantly chasing the fullness, the breathlessness, the sounds I can draw out of them.

My senses are already overwhelmed, but when I feel Bishop’s knot start to swell, I feel like I’m drowning. Drowning in the sweetest bliss. My body shakes as my climax begins to crest,like being caught in a wave, pulled in different directions by the alphas on either end of me like the swirling tide.

“You want my knot while he paints your throat, Omega?” Bishop growls, and I whimperyeswith Ecker still in my mouth.

“That’s a good fuck toy,” Ecker grinds out, his cheeks flush and his abs tensing. “Show me those eyes, beautiful. You ready for us to fill you with cum, hmm?” My eyes water as he hits the back of my throat. He wipes the corner of my eye tenderly with this thumb while he grits his teeth and his cock jerks in my mouth.

Bishop’s knot expands, sending me over the edge at the same time as Ecker’s hot seed bursts on the back of my tongue. My screams are muffled and drowned out by their rough groans.

Bishop wraps his arms around me, curls over me, and whispers into my neck, “Everything.Fucking everything.”

Warmth floods my body, and my limbs go weak. Ecker pulls me off as I swallow the last of him and tucks me into his side. Bishop, still tightly knotted inside me, stays wrapped around me. It feels like heaven, their warm bodies hugged close against me on every side. Their scents mingle in a heady combination that makes me want to drift off to sleep with a permanent smile on my face.

“God, itreeksof sex in here.” We all pop our heads up and see Titus standing in the doorway. His suit jacket is slung over his shoulder and his tie is halfway undone. Maybe it’s the mind-fucking orgasms and lust drunkenness, but my first thought isn’tugh, go away, buthe looks hot.

I laugh into Ecker’s chest, and he and Bishop laugh too, though probably for different reasons.

“Jesus Christ, am I the only one around here that hasn’t lost my goddamn mind?” Titus huffs, and I hear the bedroom door slam after him.

“Ignore him,” Bishop murmurs in my ear.

“Mm-hmm,” I hum, already letting the sweet arms of sleep take me.

Even Titus can’t ruin this perfect moment.

1. Continue playing “Say Your Prayers” by Blithe

Mean Left Hook

Bishop

“Keep it up and I’ll have to punish you,” I snarl through gritted teeth1, two seconds away from losing control and fucking Sinclair right here in the dining hall, bent over the table next to a platter of asparagus with hollandaise.

I can’t stop replaying the events of last night. Remembering how her used pussy looked leaking my cum makes my dick throb, and it’s infinitely harder to remove her hand from my thigh.

“Mmm, sounds fun,” she taunts, looking at me through her eyelashes. Her eyes haven’t lost their gold since I claimed hertwo days ago. If I wasn’t reaping the benefits, I’d be questioning whether it’s healthy for her to be lust drunk for this long.

I haven’t been able to eat more than two bites of eggs, too busy trying to keep my shit together while my horny little omega keeps rubbing my thigh and trying to stroke my cock under the table next to the Berylls. At least she’s eaten, having downed two platefuls of French toast with berries and crème fraîche.

Maybe I’ll skip breakfast, have her instead . . .

My mind short-circuits when I look at her just as her bottom lip slackens and she slowly drags her thumb through a small dollop of cream at the corner of her mouth, never taking her heated gaze off mine.

“Don’t fucking do that,” I growl in warning.

She leisurely sucks her thumb clean with the hint of a smirk. “Do what?”

I’m so close to snapping. I can feel individual fibers breaking on my already weak thread of control. “You know—” My head snaps up and my skin prickles as I’m hit with a sudden awareness of a threat.

Approaching us through the aisle between the two long dining tables is the Cyan pack. Yves looks like the biggest fucking douche in a mint green polo and tight salmon shorts with matching green palm trees stitched into a pattern. Merigold’s heels tap obnoxiously as she walks tucked under his arm. And she’s wearing a pearl necklace.Who wears a pearl necklace to breakfast?A fucking insufferable Cyan, that’s who.

Even though there are at least a dozen other people here, I know they’re coming for us from their smug sneers and the petty viciousness in their eyes. I sense a shift in Sinclair like a change in the winds. Since the bonding, I’ve become not only more attuned to her, but hyperaware of anything that could harm her. Like how I picked up the Cyans’ arrival before consciously noticing it.

Sinclair and I stand up as they come to stop in front of our seats. I try to push her behind me, but she swats my arm away and steps up shoulder to shoulder with me. I let it be. I’ll protect her to my dying breath, but I won’t take away her ability to stand up for herself either.

“We just wanted to let you know that we’re getting close.” Yves crosses his arms proudly, like he just dropped a bomb on us.

“Close to what?” There’s no hiding the annoyance in my voice.

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