Page 49 of The Omega Trials: Part One

Primal fire dances in my stomach at the thought of her coated with our cum, wearing our scent.

It makes me want to claim every part of her.

I drag two of my fingers down her chest. I can feel her heart hammer under them for those few seconds. I pull my hand away, but her cuts weren’t that deep so there’s not enough blood. I tear at the bandage covering a knife wound on my arm. Ripping the material away makes the gash start bleeding and I swipe up that blood too.

I take my bloody fingers and circle her puckered back hole. Her protests are immediate but muffled with Ecker still fucking her mouth. I press against the tight ring of muscle, wetness from her cunt dripping down her crack and easing my entrance.

My dick twitches and throbs in her cunt as I breach the last part of her I’ve yet to claim. She begins struggling in the chains, her upper body twisting as I sink one knuckle, then another into her.

Despite her resistance, Ecker keeps her head clamped between his palms so he can unforgivingly thrust to the back of her throat. There’s something devilishly erotic about the way her cries are swallowed down before she can ever breathe them to life.

We have her stuffed so full and completely at our mercy.

It strokes every alpha instinct in me, and as long as I focus on the dominance, I’m able to keep the other weaker, softer instincts at bay.

I pump my two fingers in and out of her ass while fucking her pussy, and finally,finally,I feel that itch for retribution truly being scratched.

“I should make you take my cock in your ass too. I’d fuck you bloody. And with my brother’s cock down your throat, you won’t even be able to scream.”

The thought is like lava through my bloodstream, scalding, smothering, and there’s nothing I want more than to make her burn to ashes with me.

1. Play “Ghost in a shell” by Savage Ga$p, KAMAARA, SXMPRA

The Frog and the Scorpion

Sinclair

There’s this parable about a scorpion who stings the frog giving him a ride across a river, even though it will kill them both. The dying frog asks the scorpion, “Why? Why sting me and condemn yourself?” The scorpion replies, “I couldn’t resist. It’s just my nature.”

Being in heat feels like I’m both the scorpion and the frog. Unable to resist my bodily cravings even if it will kill me.

And like the frog, my pride and dignity are casualties of my nature. Every thrust and spike of pleasure is a scorpion sting bringing me closer and closer to drowning.

There are so many sensations, it overwhelms me. Like the way Titus’s fingers in my ass make my pussy tighter and his cock drags with more pressure against my G-spot.

Or the way Ecker’s rough groans when I gag around his thick head stroke my skin like calloused hands. He slaps my breast and the hot sting travels down my body, throbbing in my clit which is being continuously and excruciatingly teased by Titus.

The pleasure is a searing ball in my core, growing hotter, bigger, stronger until it will consume my entire being.

Suddenly, Ecker pulls out and I gasp for air. He brushes my sweaty hair off my forehead, his fingers cool compared to my flushed face.

“I want to hear the sweet, pitiful sounds you make when you shatter and realize we own you. Every broken shard.” Despite the brilliant gold color and soft way he strokes my hair, his eyes lack any warmth.

My teeth dig into my lip so hard there’s a coppery burst on my tongue as I resist the glowing euphoria and relief waiting for me. If I just let go. Justgive in.

I’m on the edge of shattering when Titus’s movements become slow and drawn out.

“I can drag this out as long as I want. Maybe we should leave you down here, chained and spread. Ecker and I can take turns, keeping you right at the edge until Bishop is out of the infirmary.”

I don’t doubt it’s a sincere threat. They’d do anything to make me pay.

He presses down hard on my clit. It pulses, so close but needing just a little more friction. A whine builds in my chest as he lifts his thumb for a beat before pressing down again. My clit throbs and my brows pinch together. I’m about to come when he removes it again, leaving me hanging. “It only seems fair your suffering should last as long as his.”

Tears well in my eyes and I release a keening wail, unable to hold it back any longer. “Fuck, please, please—I can’t.”

My surrender spurs Titus on and my lungs clutch the scream at the back of my throat as he fucks me mercilessly.

“Who. Owns. You?” He growls, exhaling sharply with every punch of his hips.

---