Page 14 of The Omega Trials: Part One

“No, no, no,” she pleads under her breath all while raising her hips and arching her back.Presenting.

My gritty exhale mingles with the others in the room as I force my dick into her entrance. Andfuck,she’s so tight. I hit a resistance and a weird and unexpected urge to protect her from pain makes me halt mid-thrust.

“Titus, what are you doing?” It’s Bishop who hisses now. He sounds miles away.

I look down at where I disappear into her cunt, pearled with arousal, and my need to fuck her is stronger than any desire to protect her. I punch my hips forward, and she screams as I tear through her hymen, some sick part of me lighting up at knowing I’m the first to have her.

If I were thinking clearer, I might realize this means she couldn’t have been a whore, but logic is nonexistent as the rut overtakes me. It consumes me, stronger, fiercer, and more wholly than anything I’ve ever felt.

Her sweet pussy clenches around me, and I throw my head back.

God, it feels so good . . .toogood.

This shouldn’t be happening. She’s not even an omega . . . .

Her plaintive whimpers of pleasure change abruptly to cries of pain, even more so than when I pierced her virginity. Thedesperate sound strikes me sharply in the chest and my hips pause.

“Keep going, don’t stop,” Ecker encourages me. His eyes are wide and streaked with gold. He flicks his chin at the other packs, and I notice all the omegas are sobbing as their alphas have to put effort into holding them in position.

I let the rut overpower the strange urge to not hurt her. Soon, her pained noises become an aphrodisiac. Nothing can diminish the full-body euphoria of this rut.

She rocks back into me despite her vocal protest, and the way our bodies slap together makes my gaze roll to the ceiling, eyelids fluttering. I can feel my balls growing heavy, and each stroke inside her brings me closer and closer to the edge.

Being unbonded, my knot hasn’t manifested, yet for the first time, it’s not just release I am chasing. It’s this fierce, carnal desire to knot an omega. My gums ache and my mouth salivates at the thought of biting her, claiming her,bondingwith her. There’s pressure at the base of my cock where my knot will be. I want to let it swell. I want to sink my teeth into her delicate skin.

But I can’t. Iwon’t.

I refuse to give that part of myself to her.

Trying to regain some semblance of control, I grit my teeth and look back down. I lock eyes with Bishop as I do, and I’m shocked to see something I’ve never witnessed before.

Bishop’s normally hazel eyes are completely overrun with shining gold. His jaw is grinding together, and the muscles of his arms are flexed and veiny.

He’s never gone into a full rut like this before.

Her body under me tenses as her screams suddenly stop. Then she’s mewling and shaking, her pussy milking my cock as she comes. The contractions of her muscles around me are the final blow to send me rocketing toward release. But before I fully givein and pump her full of my cum, I delve my fingers into her hair at the nape of her neck.

Ecker and Bishop let go at the same time as I yank her head back so I can see her face.

I roar, shooting hot and deep inside her as I stare into brilliant, golden irises.

Golden.

Suddenly, it all makes sense. The most consuming rut I’ve ever experienced, the way my muscles feel like they double in strength, my misplaced urges to protect her . . .

The realization hits me harder than my climax.

She’s an omega . . . anobleomega.

1. Play “River” by Bishop Briggs through ornamental break

2. Continue playing “River” by Bishop Briggs

What Comes Next

Sinclair

Ihiss as I lower myself into the tub, feeling dirtier now than after anything I experienced at the Doll House. The fresh carving on my sternum stings as it makes contact with the hot water. It’s nothing like the crude mark left by the collar. The lines of a blooming larkspur are neat and clean.

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