Page 11 of The Omega Trials: Part Two

“On your lap?”

“Best seat in the house, baby.” He winks, and I can practicallyhearTitus roll his eyes as he roughly pulls out his chair.1

I perch lightly on his knees while Bishop takes a seat on the other side. The two of them start talking. About what, I have no idea because Ecker wraps both arms around my waist and tugs me back until I’m flush with his chest.

Heat drops in my stomach and my legs press together under my skirt. His lips feather against the shell of my ear as he whispers incredibly quietly, “Now be a good girl and don’t make a sound.”

My heart skips a beat. “Eck—”

“I said, not a sound.” He pinches my thigh sharply in reprimand, and I close my mouth. “Atta girl. Didn’t I tell you that if you were mine, I would be taking you any chance I got?” His soft murmurs feel like fine silk against my skin. My thighs slicken at that alone. “No matter who’s around or where we are . . . ?”

He discreetly pulls my skirt out from under me, and I grip the chair’s arms, exhilarated but still nervous as hell. I feel him fluff the back of my skirt over his lap and thighs then swallow in anticipation at the sound of him carefully undoing his belt.

My stomach is full of crashing waves as I try to subtly hold myself up above his lap while he frees his cock under the cover of my skirt. A delicious ache builds in my core at the first feel of his silken skin against my bare pussy.

When Ecker told me to wear a skirt with no panties for the meeting, I thought it was just for the illicit thrill of knowing that I wasn’t wearing anything.

I don’t know why I’m surprisedthisis the real reason. Ecker is nothing if not bold.

I squirm as he uses a hand on my hip to guide me back and forth on this hard length. Suddenly, Titus turns our way, and I freeze. He looks us up and down with a suspicious scowl, then he returns to his conversation with Bishop.

“I bet he can smell you dripping all over my cock,” Ecker whispers crudely in my ear, and chills run down my spine.

“The Elders will scent me too,” I hiss so quietly it’s barely audible.

“Maybe, but they will never guess that our bratty-mouthed omega is really just a submissive little cock warmer. It won’t even cross their minds that anyone would dare.” I whimper, unconvinced, and he tightens his grip on my hips to lift them up. “Now, bite your tongue and sit on my cock.”

As I slowly lower myself to sink down on him, I hold my breath and struggle to keep my eyes open and face casual. I dig my teeth into my lip at the exquisite stretch, lust, and heat spreading through my veins.

I feel rather than hear his rough groan. His hot breath on my neck grows heavier.

“That’s it, let me feel every inch of that tight pussy.” He’s not as quiet this time and both Titus and Bishop whip toward us.

“Are you—”

“No fucking way—” they exclaim at the same time and are both cut off by the back door opening. The first member of the Council steps in.

“Look down if you can’t hold back your heat,” Ecker whispers, hushed but hurried, before the rest file in. “But if you can, I promise I’ll make it worthwhile.”

“Stop.Talking,”I whisper-yell as quietly as possible. The sound of his low, smokey voice is an aphrodisiac of its own.

Three Elders join the table opposite us. There is no Cerulean Elder of course, but a Beryll Elder is also noticeably missing. It seems no one else is coming because the Azurite begins. “The Echelon has a long history of intelligence gathering. Our ability to uncover secrets, reveal deceits, and illuminate darkness is one of our greatest strengths and, in turn, greatest weapons.”

Ecker clenches his glutes, making me bounce ever so slightly in his lap. My hands fly to the table and the smallest gasp escapes me. A vein in Titus’s neck pops and he brings his hand to his temple like he’s trying to block his view of us.

Azurite flashes his flinty gaze over us, and I hold my breath. His expression is unreadable under the stag mask, and my heart races as I wait to be scolded. Ecker must sense my tension. His hands on my hips, he soothingly strokes my sides with his thumbs, wordlessly willing me to relax.

When the Elder speaks again, I feel like I can see a lingering suspicion in his eyes. Maybe it’s just in my head. “For the Intelligence Trial, each pack is given a target to gather sensitive information on that can be used as leverage. This leverage is vital to our subsistence as an organization and to keep a firm hold on our power.”

“It is traditionally an external ally or enemy.” The Cobalt Elder takes over. “However, for reasons we cannot disclose, we are breaking tradition, and your target is the current Trial’s Beryll pack.”

Titus and Bishop both perk up, leaning forward at this momentous news.

“You want us to spy on fellow nobles?” Bishop asks incredulously. I can tell in his voice he thinks this is a trap.

“Not spy. Gather intelligence,” the Cobalt Elder says pointedly.

Titus sounds unimpressed. “Dig up dirt, that’s what you’re saying?”

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