Page 64 of The Omega Trials: Part One

Just like after the games, the gentle way Ecker strokes my hair is in contradiction to his ruthless, filthy words. I feel Bishop climb onto the bed behind me as Ecker says, “In this position, you won’t be able to do anything but take it. He’ll use you like a fuck doll. And no matter how rough it gets or how hard he fucks that tight, little cunt, you won’t let go of your ankles. You understand me, don’t you?”

Anticipation makes chills run down my arms. “Yes.” His hand toying with a lock of my hair freezes and his brow arches. “Yes, I understand . . . Alpha.”

His pleased smirk makes my stomach swoop. He runs the ends of my hair over his lips with a soft groan. “Hmm, that’s a good girl. You’re gonna look so sweet when he splits you in half.”

Behind me, I feel Bishop’s hand grip my hip while the other slots his dick at my entrance. “Oh, god . . .” I shudder with need, but he doesn’t push inside. Not even when I grind my ass back and whine.

“If you want his cock, you have to ask. A fuck doll doesn’t get to make demands,” Ecker coos. “But she can beg.”

“Please fuck me,” I whimper, technically asking Bishop but speaking directly to Ecker. With my cheek pressed into the bed, his cruel yet gorgeous face is all I can see.

“Ah, you can do better than that,” he chides mockingly. Unlike before, the condescension doesn’t make me frustrated and angry, only thirstier for his approval.

So, I take a deep breath, swallow my pride, and try again. “I need your thick alpha cock, please, sir.” Ecker nods approvingly, hunger flashing in his eyes, and I’m rewarded with the tip of Bishop’s cock shallowly rocking in and out of me. The small taste encourages me. “I just want to please you. I want you to use me like a hole for your own pleasure. I’m yours to—”

“Ah, fuck yes.”Bishop growls and slams inside. My inner walls clutch him as I scream at the sudden fullness. Voice strained and gravelly, he claims, “Mine.”He draws his hips back then punches forward again as he groans. “My pussy.”Thrust. “My omega.”Thrust. “My toy.”Thrust. “My mate.”

Ecker was right. In this position, there’s nothing I can do but take it. I can’t even grip the sheets for something to hold on to. It’s brutal and breathtaking. I screw my eyes shut, just trying to keep from bursting into flames.

“Open your eyes. Look at me,” Ecker orders. He sighs happily when I do. “That’s it, look at me while he fucks you. You like being a helpless little toy, hmm?” I moan in acquiescence, and he brushes away a strand of hair that’s fallen in my face. I know he’s being careful so he doesn’t touch me, but it feels more tender than just that. “I know, baby girl. This is what you were made for. Not just for fucking and knotting, but for us. You were made forus.”

“Will I get to fuck you?” I ask softly.

“Fuck, I hope so.” He scoffs and stands up. I feel untethered at the loss of constant eye contact, but I’m pulled right back into my body when he tells Bishop to rub my clit.

“Ohgod!”I mewl. My nails bite into my ankles as every hypersensitive nerve lights up under Bishop’s fingertips.

“Fuck, she’s gonna come again.” Bishop groans roughly. I’m rocked when his hand trails softly down my spine, his voice still harsh and gravelly but soothing, “Give it to me, Sin. Come on, show Ecker how beautiful it is when an omega comes apart on her mate’s cock.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as radiant light bursts in my core and thrums through my veins.

Tipping over the edge is only half the pleasure. The rest is the intense gratification of serving my alpha, giving him exactly what he asks for, and watching Ecker’s face cloak in adoration and yearning as I do.

A wave of soul-deep contentment washes over me. At first, I think it’s just another surge of emotion through the bond, but then I realize it’s not coming from Bishop. Hot tears rim my eyes as I recognize the feeling.

For so long, I’ve felt like a belonging, but now, I feel likeIbelong.

Bishop drags a soothing palm down my spine. “You did good, Sin. You did real good.” His breath is ragged, and he’s still hard and throbbing inside me. “Do you think Ecker’s earned the right to touch you?”

“Yes,” I say without hesitation, letting go of my ankles and pushing onto my hands.

“This pussy is only for me—at least for now. Do you want her mouth or ass?” Bishop asks Ecker, and I get a small thrill at being talked about so objectively, like I really am just a toy for them to play with, pass between each other. But at the same time, I know I’m safe and protected. It’s a strange paradox, one that might have been harder for me to accept a few days ago.

Ecker gently lifts my chin with his thumb and forefinger, swallowing deeply at the painless contact. My heart patters as he dusts his thumb across my lip and whispers his answer. “Itwould be a privilege to have my cock back between those pretty lips.” My heart brightens at the reverence in his tone.

While he strips efficiently, my skin tingles where his thumb brushed it. He climbs onto the bed and sits against the pillows and headboard with his legs out straight. Without pulling out, Bishop picks me up by the waist and rotates us so that my hands and knees are between Ecker’s legs.

His cock rests on his stomach, the tip red and glistening. He cups his balls and lightly tugs on them with a groan. My mouth waters.

I toss my hair over one shoulder before lowering down to lick the crown of his cock. Immediately, it twitches against my lips. “Fuuckk,”Ecker groans then knits both hands into my hair, holding it all back.

I drag my tongue up the underside then wrap my lips around just the tip. I can feel Ecker’s fingers tighten and his thighs flex in restraint. It’s a powerful rush watching him struggle to hold himself back, to fight his desire and go at my pace.

It makes me want to reward him.

I meet his eyes as I slide my mouth down his shaft, taking him until he hits the back of my throat. The sound he makes when I swallow around his head is carnal, like he’s being lit up from the inside.

“Let him fuck your mouth while I fuck this cunt.” Bishop’s voice is tight and rugged. He grips my hips and thrusts his cock deeper, making me moan around Ecker.

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