Page 71 of The Omega Trials: Part One

“Fine.” I shake my head with a playful scoff and pull out my wallet. Handing her a hundred dollar bill, I ask, “You ever get men in gold animal masks coming in here?”

She doesn’t even have to think about it. “Oh yeah, they’re into some freaky shit.Apparently, they’re members of the Echelon.” She lifts her brows in a way that doesn’t appear she’s convinced.

I hadn’t heard about this when I was working, but I’m sure I only heard half the crazy stuff that goes down here. “What type of stuff are they into?”

“They like cutting the girls up. Blood, knife play, nasty shit like that.” She purses her lips in disgust.

“Yeah.” I try to hide the way my jaw immediately clenches at her disdain. “Sounds like they’re real pricks.”

“Exactly, and that’s why I don’t believe they’re really the Echelon. I mean, aren’t they supposed to have their own sex slaves or something? Why come here when they can get it for free?” She rolls her eyes, and I force myself to breathe evenly.She doesn’t know,I remind myself.

“Who knows?” I try to act casual and uninformed. “That’s it, thanks, Maj.” I hand her another fifty then head to the staff rooms.

I go to one of the bedrooms reserved for staff to use between shifts and lock the door with a deep sigh. I don’t know what bothered me more, that she talks with such repulsion about the Echelon or that I care.

They are repulsive. I fucking hate everyone of those gold-masked freaks. But the only way to take down an entity as powerful as the Echelon is from the inside.

As I collapse on the bed, exhausted by more than just today’s excursion, I realize why it’s so devastating Sinclair’s gotten her claws into Ecker and Bishop. The more she gets them under her spell, the less they seem to remember the real fucking reason we’re doing all this.

The scene today on the lawn, with the Berylls jumping off the dock and splashing around, seemed like something out of a goddamn summer camp. It’s like Ecker and Bishop have completely forgotten we’re on enemy territory.

I run my hands over my face. I knew the Trials weren’t going to be easy, but I didn’t thinkthiswould be why.

I wasn’t planning on spending the entire night, was just going to give myself a few hours to fucking breathe. But as I stare up at the ceiling fan going round and round, the thought of returning to the Estate right now seems worse than hell.

I get out my phone and pull up a text chain with Ecker and Bishop.

Titus:Taking longer than expected. Crashing at Opulence. Will be back tomorrow afternoon.

I toss my phone on the mattress beside me and go back to mindlessly tracking the fan. A few minutes later, my phone starts buzzing. I plan to ignore it, figuring it’s just a text back, but it keeps vibrating. Slightly annoyed, I pick it up. It’s a video call from Ecker.

I answer, holding the phone above my head where I lie flat on my back. “Hey, E, what’s up?” His side connects but it’s just a wide shot of Bishop’s bedroom. “Hello?”

I’m too tired for Ecker’s shit and am about to hang up when I hear his voice, but not in reply to me. Sinclair hops on the side of Bishop’s bed. My throat constricts. She’s in a T-shirt like in my dream—nightmare—but instead of mine, I recognize it’s Bishop’s.

“Paisley says have fun and she wants it back.” Ecker steps into the frame and hands a bottle of something to her, then plants his hands on the mattress on either side of her. As he leans forward, she leans back with a small giggle.1

“Hey,” I shout, becoming increasingly aggravated. I swear to God, if he called me then forgot about me as soon as she walked into the room . . . My knuckles whiten around my phone. I sit up and yell into the microphone. “Hey, fucker!”

It’s like he can’t even fucking hear me.

It’s a hell of a challenge not to throw my phone at the wall, aggression rut sparking at my senses. Not to mention, on top of this whole place smelling like omega pussy, I’m now watchingthe object of all my ire scoot into the center of the bed while my brother crawls on top of her.

He slides his hand between her legs and chuckles darkly. “Already so goddamn soaked. Been thinking about me fucking your tight, little ass, hmm?”

She bites her lip and nods meekly. “Mm-hmm.”

“Or was it thinking about taking my knot while your ass is full with his cock?” Bishop steps into the frame, already naked, looking like he just stepped out of the shower.

“Both.” By her breathy tone, I can imagine the flush that must be creeping up her cheeks right now.

Bishop climbs onto the bed and lies on his back, hands behind his head propped on a pillow. “And what about having your mouth filled? How about you get my cock nice and sloppy while Ecker stretches that tight hole.”

“Yes, Alpha,” she purrs and hovers on all fours over his thighs. My breaths become shallow and harried as she bends over to take him in her mouth. The shirt falls toward her shoulders as she puts her ass in the air, giving me a full view.

I hate how hard my cock instantly gets. I can’t fucking breathe as she widens her knees, putting her pink pussy lips and pert ass on full display. I swear I can see the slick coating her inner thighs.

When Ecker stands at the foot of the bed behind her, I actually tilt my head as if it will stop him from blocking her.Jesus Christ . . .I can’t be doing this shit. I feel like a voyeur. He must have somehow accidentally called me when he set his phone down.

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