Page 13 of The Omega Trials: Part Two

“Five minutes,” Titus reminds us coldly as he takes up a lookout position, dragging his palm over his cock and adjusting his pants with a heavy, testing breath. Before he shuts the three of us in, I meet his steely yet burning eyes and hear his gruff voice grind out, “And try not to scream so fucking loud.”

1.“The Look - Two Inch Punch’s Shook Shook Remix” — Metromony, Two Inch Punch

Chapter 5

Five to Seven Minutes

Bishop

My eyes quickly adjust to the dark closet. Shelves line the walls like a pantry, but there’s barely anything on them. A few cardboard boxes, some cleaning supplies, and a broom propped against one shelf.1

Quite frankly, I couldn’t give a shit what’s in here when my omega is going out of her mind with lust. It would only take five minutes to get back to our wing, but she needs usnow. And I intend to give her everything she needs.

My muscles relax with a pleasurable ripple as I give into the rut, the pain of resisting it fading away. As my knot slowly beginsto swell, I can’t think clearly—well, I can, but only about one thing:her.

“Let’s take care of our mate,” Ecker says, depositing Sinclair against my chest. She circles my neck with her arms and waist with her legs. She burns in my hold, her skin a thousand degrees.

“Fuck, it really feels like she has a fever.” Worry chills my rut, my thoughts going from hazy and hot to clear and concerned. I brush her hair off her sweaty forehead, lifting her head from my shoulder. She shudders, and I get flashes of gold as her eyelids flutter, like she’s on the verge of losing consciousness.

“Shit, Sin, are you okay?” I ask as guilt fills my stomach. I was so fucking focused on getting my dick wet that I didn’t realize my mate is suffering to the point of illness.

“I’m—” I cup her cheek and her mouth falls open, eyes closing with a gasp. She seems to press into my palm and breathes, “Sofucking good.”

“Y-You’re not sick?”

“Dude, did you really think I had her sitting on my cock for my own pleasure?” Ecker scoffs, taking out his dick and maneuvering his pants down in the tight space.

“Uh . . . yeah . . .” Confusion replaces concern as I glare at his boner. I’m not letting that thing anywhere near her—

“I may have pushed it a little longer than I should have, but the more she resisted going into heat, the stronger it would be when she finally let it in.”

“But she flinched when I touched her.”

“Because it feltgood,” Ecker snarks.

“Enough . . . talking . . . ,”Sinclair pleads softly between heavy breaths.

She reaches behind her to wrap her fist around Ecker’s length. He steps closer as she lazily strokes it, his gaze rich and golden. He brushes her hair off her neck, and she rolls her head to the side with a soft moan.

“Every little touch is amplified, isn’t it? Every little touch, tiny shocks of pleasure,” he murmurs against her throat, lips just barely dusting her skin, and I can see goose bumps rise.

“Mm-hmm.”She hums then turns her brilliant golden eyes up to mine. “I need you too, B.”

“Whatever you need. Lock your legs for me.” I hike her higher up my waist, and she clings to me so I can free my hands to undo my pants. While I do this, Ecker drags his fingers through her slick, then he slides them farther, to her back hole.

Once my hard cock is free, I palm her ass with both hands, hoisting her up to take me. I freeze when she lightly takes my face between her hands. I’m stunned to find something almost sorrowful in her eyes.

“WhateverIneed.” She repeats my words then asks meekly, “But doyouneed me too?”

“Fuck, Sin.” I exhale, hurting from seeing her uncertain about my feelings for her. I’ve been so clinical that I’ve made her feel like a duty, when that couldn’t be further from the truth. She’s finally let her guard down, allowed herself to be soft and vulnerable, and I can’t let her think that was a mistake. “Before I couldn’t breathe around you. Now, you’re my air.”

I lightly press my lips to her forehead and feel her affection for me flow through the bond. It sinks into my bones. It’s different from desire or lust or need. It’s pure and soft.

Since she and Ecker bonded, there’s been times when I felt forgotten about or like the runner up. Today’s meeting was one of those moments.

But I realize now, it’s not about choosing him or me. She can want us both, even more than she did before. Because even with Ecker hard and ready to fuck her until every cell in her body is sated, she still wants me—us.Because I can give her something he never can: myself.

“So please,” I ask in a desperate, husky whisper, “will you let me breathe?”

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