Page 29 of The Omega Trials: Part One

After he bolts from the restaurant, Titus brings his focus back on me. I’m slowly dying under Ecker’s tortuously light and teasing touch. Titus’s eyes darken, and he trails them down my chest to my lap. The ghost of a cold smile plays on his lips as he watches the cords in Ecker’s forearms move. When he drags his gaze back to mine, there’s a wicked sense of victory in his eyes. There is no doubt he delights in my pain.

It’s this fucked-up sense of entitlement they have over me and my body that makes me burn with something even hotter than this godforsaken lust. Anger blazing so strong, I’m able to tear my body away from Ecker’s spell.

I jump out of the booth and run to the bathroom, inhaling deeply with relief when I twist the knob and it’s not occupied. Pushing the door open, knowing there’s going to be something solid between them and me has the knot in my chest already loosening.

I don’t get a chance to close it before a heavy hand slaps the door above my head and my heart jumps into my throat.

Desperate

Titus

Iwatch her black skirt swish as she scurries away and wish that would be the last I see of her. Her presence was like continuously picking a scab. The sight of her and that gnarly scar, a constant reminder of what the Echelon really thinks of us. Only worth the refused, the used and damaged stock.

But now that I know who she is, who herfamilyis . . . it’s more than an irritating scab. It’s a festering wound. But I will keep trying to make this work for my brothers’ sakes. We didn’t get this fucking far to let someone like her bring us down.

So, yeah, even though the swish of her skirt and lingering smell of her arousal makes my dick throb, I would be happy to never see her again.

But, fuck if the alpha in me will let that happen.

“Get that packed up.” I flick my eyes at Ecker then her uneaten meal as I push myself out of the booth.

Goddamnit—Her scent grows stronger as I storm toward the bathroom. A trail of vanilla and amber and her pussy, the fucking death of me.1

She audibly sighs in relief as she opens the bathroom door. It is ridiculously gratifying to ruin her little moment of respite by slamming my hand on the door.

I don’t think she even has time to process what’s happening before I shove her inside, forcing my way in after her.

She spins at the sound of the lock clicking into place. Her chest heaves and her eyes are like a wild animal’s. It’s a small space with one sink and one toilet.

And one terrified omega.

I like her like this, scared and cornered. Especially when her nostrils flare and she catches my scent. I know she wants this as much as I do—I don’t.But despite herself, her eyes glow.

She’s not in full heat yet. A growl builds in my chest.Yet.

“Bend over the sink. Skirt over your ass.” My alpha command comes out coarse and dry. I’m hanging on by one raggedy ass thread.

She scowls, the crease between her brows a deep valley, but her feet move and that’s all I care about. When she reaches the sink, her hands grip the bowl and she locks her elbows. It’s like she’s trying to make it impossible for herself to bend over. Her knuckles whiten at the sound of my belt buckle unclasping, then my zipper. I go slowly just to watch her grip tighten with every set of teeth undone.

If I hold my breath and listen very carefully, I can hear the gallop of her heart. She puts on a good show, but her body will always tell the truth.

I hear it accelerate as I take one step toward her.

Then another.

One more until I’m less than a foot from her backside. I look down at the small curve of her ass and my mind goes foggy. I slap her ass over her skirt as much to pull myself out of the incoming fog as to punish her.

“This isn’t what I asked for.” I emphasize the point one more time with a swift palm to the other side.

She grits her teeth and inhales sharply through the burn but doesn’t break her position.

Maybe shecanbe taught.

“You think you can do your little alpha bark anytime you want to fuck a wet hole instead of your fist and I’m going to jump to it?” Her indignation is palpable with every word she spits.

I reach over her shoulder and grip her chin, forcing her raging gaze to mine in the mirror above the sink. “You better watch how you speak to your alpha or I’ll choose a different wet hole of yours to fuck.” She narrows her eyes in a glare. I give her chin a little shake. “Hmm?”

She silently seethes. I decide she isn’t going to say anything else, so I take the win and flip her skirt up. I can’t help the moan that spills out when I see my handprints reddening her cheeks.

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