Page 72 of The Omega Trials: Part One

Yet, I can’t quite seem to hang up. Instead, I put my phone face down on the bed with a big breath, my dick swelling uncomfortably in my jeans, and I get up to pace, running my hand back and forth over my buzzcut.

Shit, you know what, I’m just going to rub one out in the shower. I’ll remove this image that’s burned in my head then pass the fuck out.

“That’s it, Omega, deeper,deeper.”Bishop’s taut voice cuts through my racing thoughts, and suddenly, I’m back on the bed, phone in hand and dick still raging in my pants.

Ecker palms her cheeks wide as he eats her ass. The delicious sounds of Sinclair’s muffled moans are broken up by the sound of her choking when Bishop pushes her head farther down his length. His fingers are knit tightly in her hair, and I can almost feel those silky strands between my own.

I strip my shirt as my body begins to overheat and ache the more I fight the rut trying to overtake my sanity. I refuse to give her this power over me when she isn’t even here. And yet, again, I can’t bring myself to hang up.

So, I sweat and groan as pain pulses through my muscles. It becomes infinitely harder to keep it together when Ecker takes the bottle he brought and squirts what I assume is lube on his fingers.

My teeth grind together, the sound ricocheting in my head, as he slowly pushes one into her back hole. “Breathe, baby girl,” he coos, kissing the dimples on her lower back. “Yes, just like that, let me in.”

The sweetness in his tone makes me irate. I don’t even recognize him. Baby girl?Baby girl?!

After a few more torturous moments of watching her choke on Bishop, Ecker works his way up to two fingers. He pumps them in and out until her body is fully relaxed and loose, no more sharp, twitchy movements. She just rocks with him, bobbing up and down on Bishop.

“Ohfuck,” Bishop curses, his neck straining, and his fingers in her hair twist tighter. “All—all of it—yes—what a good fuckingomega.Take. It. All.”He growls, holding Sinclair’s head in place where she deepthroats him, and comes with a strangled groan.

When he’s done, he lets her up and she pops off his cock with a huge gasp. “Fucking hell, come here.” He rips her face toward him and kisses her like I’ve never seen him kiss anyone. Like his whole fucking soul is in it.

They finally part, and Ecker kneels at the bottom of the bed, now also nude. “Take this fucking thing off.” He tugs on her shirt, and Bishop yanks it over her head.

Ecker reaches around to cup her breasts, and she sits back on her knees to rest against his chest. Rolling her head to the side, she sighs in pleasure as he lathes her neck with his lips and tongue.

I can’t see his face, but I can see Bishop’s and he closes his eyes with a deep inhale. They both growl low and hungry, and I know what they’re smelling. I know the hypnotizing way her already unbearably delicious scent morphs into something carnal and muskier when she’s desperate for dick.

As if thinking the exact same thing, Ecker groans into her skin. “Your body is already begging, but will you beg? For me? For my cock?”

I expect a snotty comeback or insult, but instead she mewls needily. “I want your cock to stretch my tiny hole.”

I’m dumbstruck. Shows how much I fucking know about what’s supposed to bemypack.

“Then bend over, slut,” Ecker says with a husky sound, part-laugh, part-growl. He pushes her forward, and her palms land on Bishop’s thighs. Bishop catches her face between his hands, brushing her hair out of her face. I see his lips move but can’t hear what he whispers softly to her. A knife twists in my gut.

Ecker puts more lube on his dick and between her cheeks and props one of his feet flat on the mattress. “God,” he groans, usingone hand to grip her hip and the other to position his cock at her back entrance. “I can’t wait to ride this ass.”

She keens as he pushes his pelvis forward and slides into her. All the while, Bishop is talking her through it in that same unintelligible tone.

“So fucking tight,” he bites out, and I watch his fingers dig into her hip. She starts breathing evenly, and he builds up to steady thrusts until she’s moaning continuously.

When he slows to a stop, she continues to rock back and forth herself, chasing his cock like she can’t get enough.

“That’s it. Bounce back on me, baby girl. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

“Oh god, oh god,” she cries, and her thighs begin to tremble.

“Jesus, you’re going to come just from him fucking your ass, aren’t you?” Bishop gasps.

“Ye—ye—yes!”she screams and shatters. Ecker grabs hold of her hips and brutally fucks her through it until she’s sobbing and gasping for air. “Oh. My. God.”

She collapses onto Bishop’s chest, panting. The slight side angle I get of her face shows her looking dazed and blissed out. I expect her to pass out after that, but she turns her face up to Bishop and says, “I want you both.”

“Fuck,”Bishop, Ecker, and I all say at the same time.

“Switch places,” Sinclair tells the two of them.

Ecker ends up lying diagonally on his back with one leg hanging off the foot of the bed and the other flat on the mattress corner. With her back facing him, she straddles his hips and drizzles more lube on his cock in between her legs. She strokes him, working it up and down before fitting the tip at her ass and slowly lowering herself down on his cock.

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