Page 56 of The Omega Trials: Part One

“Done what?” His brows fret and his voice is tight and gruff like it’s a challenge to focus on the question. To be fair, it’s hard for me to focus on the answer.

“It’s always been from behind,” I murmur with a hint of insecurity.

“Are you asking me if you’re doing a good job?” I quietly nod. A small, amused smile plays on his lips. “Just do what makes you feel good and trust me, it will be fucking amazing for me.” I dropmy gaze and he tilts his head to meet it again. “Relax and let me in. You were made for this.”

There’s something calming about the way he encourages me. It lacks the desperate, strained energy of just seconds ago. As if comforting me puts him at ease.

“Put your arms around my neck.” The moment I do, he thrusts upward.

“Ohgod.” I gasp and fall forward. The unexpected deepness strikes my lungs like a dart to a balloon. My forehead tucks into the curve of his neck and shoulder as I gasp for air.

“You promised you could take it. Now’s your chance to show me you can.” He punches his hips up, and again, the fullness, the pleasure, it takes my breath away. “That’s it. Let me fuck you, let me work my cock deep inside you.”

I melt into him, and he nuzzles against the top of my head, whispering praise and adoration. It’s the opposite of everything he was that night in the bathroom. It’s hard to wrap my head around the fact that it’s the same man.

I don’t feel like the same person either.

I feelsafe.And that, above all else, makes me even more confident in this decision. He’s the one I want to claim me.

I lean back and cup his face. He stills at my touch. The way he looks at me is pleading, an anguish I don’t quite understand. Like I’m the only one who can put air in his lungs.

The desperation in his eyes is fierce but not frightening and perhaps that is the greatest difference between now and the other times.

“Ride me, Omega.” It’s not an order. It’s a prayer, a wish. Achoice.

I give him one in return. “Will you kiss me while I do?”

Concern colors his expression. “If I get my lips on you, I won’t be able to resist biting you. Are you ready for that?”

My heart pounds as I ask myself that same question.

I realize there’s only one answer . . . kissing him.

Choice has never tasted so good.

What starts out as hesitant brushes of our lips turns into hungry exploration. He groans deliciously when I tug on his bottom lip, and my pussy flutters when he strokes my tongue with his. I am dizzy and lightheaded with every flick of his tongue, brush of his lips, and graze of his teeth.

My hips move like undulating waves, gliding up and down his shaft. I can’t stop the whine from tumbling out. Not that I’d want to. Every time I moan, he growls, bucks up, and deepens the kiss.

My pussy clenches and my clit pulses, reveling in even the smallest amount of friction. I grind harder, more desperate as I selfishly chase my release.

I get higher and higher, and Bishop’s lips trail down my neck and back up. My skin tingles, every nerve ending coming alight, waiting for his bite. He drags his teeth against my pulse and my body quakes in anticipation.

When I’m about to tumble over the cliff, he finally sinks his teeth into my skin. My cry echoes in the chamber as blinding pleasure radiates from his bite throughout my whole body.

His teeth break the skin, and with it, the dam that kept the heat from ravaging my mind like it did my body. Pools of euphoric white light pour into me, and I feel utterly weightless.

“Mine.”He thunders and with one incredible tug, he breaks the chains. I gasp in shock as they clatter to the ground with a loud, metallic ring. He growls menacingly, his eyes glowing brighter than the torch flames. “Now, we’re really gonna see how much you can take, littlemate.”

He rips my shirt over my head and tears his off in less than a breath. The very next second, I’m being slammed up against the wall, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist and his pants falling to his ankles. His face is wracked with emotion as hethrusts brutally into me, groaning, “I’m sorry. I’m s-sorry. I can’t—”

“Don’t stop. I’m okay.Please,don’t stop,” I beg, trailing my hands down the back of his head to grasp onto his neck. I’m somehow both incredibly satisfied and desperately ravenous for more. I realize I’m going to come again even though my first orgasm has yet to recede.

Wave after wave, a sea of pleasure, and I want nothing more than to drown in his ocean.

“I can’t stop, not when you keep squeezing me like a goddamn vice.” He growls. “And this tight, little pussy can’t stop making a mess all over her alpha’s cock.”

“Alpha,”I moan, the word creating a heady rush I’ve never felt before. It doesn’t feel like a dirty word with him, it’s one that gives me comfort and protection.

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