Page 62 of The Omega Trials: Part One

“Watch how you speak about my mate,” Bishop snarls, stepping between her and me. The potential of a fight makes my alpha nature flare, the rut bearing down.

I try to reel myself back in. “Ask her if I’m wrong.”

His jaw ticks before he exhales in concession. “It doesn’t matter. You’re not laying a finger on her until you give her pleasure without pain.”

All these rules and conditions are aggravating, but at the same time, I am eager to prove myself. Not just to Bishop, but her as well.

Then it occurs to me. “How am I supposed to do that if I can’t touch her?”

He looks at her with glowing eyes then back to me with a half-smirk. “Use me. Tell me what to do and fuck her through me.”

It takes less than half a second to decide having her like this is better than not having her at all.

“Okay,” I agree. Bishop immediately begins undoing his pants, and I side-eye him. “Keep your dick in your pants, dude. This is about her pleasure, not yours.”

He glowers at me like he’s already regretting this decision.

“Wait,”Sinclair says hurriedly, putting her hands on his waistband, stopping him from redoing the button. “Ecker, I want—needhim.”

My stomach swoops. It doesn’t matter that she’s proclaiming her desire for another man in the same sentence. Nothing matters but hearing my name recited on her lips again and again.

“I know you’re hurting, baby girl, but trust me to know what you need and give it to you.”

“Okay.” Her voice is shaky. She’s so fucking needy in this state—it’s intoxicating.

I can’t tear my eyes away from her as I instruct Bishop. “Pull her ass to the edge of the bed and kneel between those deliciousthighs.” Once he does, I stand right behind him, Sinclair and I locking gazes.

“Now, her panties, slide them down her legs.Slowly,” I correct when his hands shoot under her dress. “Try not to touch her, just slowly drag them down. Build anticipation until she’s squirming for your touch.”

My line of work gave me a lot of experience and made me excellent in bed. But I always viewed it as a trade skill, something to add to my figurative resume. This is the first time that I feel the urge to use what I’ve learned to make someone crave me the way I crave them. I’m not doing it for a bigger tip or to solidify a repeat customer.

Instead, I’m determined to show not only Bishop, but Sinclair too that I know how to please an omega and care for her needs. That I can put her pleasure first.

After a minute that I’m sure is equally excruciating for all of us, he drops the ball of fabric on the floor. I point over his shoulder at a small, thin scar on her inner thigh about halfway to her knee. “Start there and kiss everywhere but where she wants it most.”

My heart pummels against my ribcage as I watch him drag his mouth up and down her soft flesh, listening to the little hitches in her breath. “Spread your knees for him, beautiful. Show him how much you want him, how your pussy is dripping for him.”

His fingers dig into her muscles as she widens her legs. A dark rumble emanates from him as she uses two fingers to spread herself open.

“Fuck,”I groan. “What I wouldn’t give for a single taste.”

Bishop grinds out a curse and squeezes his dick through his pants. His voice is ragged and torn. “Can I?”

“Not yet.” I can’t help but smile at the wicked satisfaction of dragging this moment out for a little longer. “But you can smellher, drag your nose along where the seams of her panties would be.”

This time, her breath doesn’t just hitch. It completely stops. Her mouth falls open on a gasp as he nuzzles against her, and she seems unable to exhale. Bishop purrs into her skin and her leg twitches.

The anticipation is nearly unbearable.

“Lick that pretty cunt, Bish,” I say, and she squeals eagerly. As soon as he dives in, her hands fly to his head, grabbing onto his bun. “Good boy, now let her ride your tongue. Give it to her flat and firm and let her take what she wants from you.” Her feet flatten against the mattress edge as she grinds into him.

Her moans cloud my mind, gold overtaking my vision as I drop fully into rut.Fuck her through him, fuck her through him,I remind myself again and again, trying to think clearly enough to give instruction.

She mewls, whines for more and more. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—” She’s teetering on the edge.

“You want that tight, little pussy filled?”

“Yes, yes.” She gasps, her brows pinched together.

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