Page 15 of The Omega Trials: Part Two

Ecker taunts her some more. “You’ll be writhing and begging by the time we finally give you our cocks again. And we’ll be equally desperate to pin you down and breed you.”

“Please,”she begs, and a spark of harried desire ignites in the bond, her omega nature alighting at his words.

And my alpha nature aching to fulfill it.

“You want that?” My voice is grizzly, so drenched with the rut that I sound like a beast. “You want to be our little breeding whore?” Her pussy answers me with a greedy clench.

“Oh my god.” She gasps as if startled by her own desire.

Ecker’s hand clamps around her throat. “That’s not an answer, Omega,” he growls.

“Yes, yes, please.” She sounds so desperate, so pitifully sweet.

“What if we want to tie you down and take turns filling you until your cunt is red and swollen, used and dripping?”

She doesn’t answer him, speechless and wracked with pleasure. Her body trembles. Her teeth sink into her lip. Her nails bite into my shoulder. Her scent claws at my senses.

She’s so close. I can’t resist deepening the fantasy we’re creating. “Or maybe I’ll feed you my cum while Ecker knots your pussy. You’ll take every drop like a good little cum slut then thank your alphas for taking such good care of you.”

“Oh—fuck, fuck,fuck,”she cries, and Ecker quickly wraps his hand around her mouth with a grunt as she clenches hard around us.

She comes, her pussy quivering, and I want so fucking bad to stay inside her, to feel every pulse until my cock throbs, to push my knot in until it locks us blissfully together.

I can tell Ecker is feeling the same pain as his head falls onto her shoulder and he pants raggedly.

We give her a minute to catch her breath. Then it’s fucking torture pulling out. My arms feel heavy, definitively locked around her. I can’t bring myself to let her go from my grasp too.

Ecker gets his pants back up then looks at us, having not moved a muscle. He sighs understandingly. So when I swing both her legs up to cradle her, he pulls my pants up my legs for me.

He forces my stiff dick into my waistband, and I groan roughly. “Sorry, dude. I’m in the same boat,” he says, grabbinghis crotch and shaking his legs, trying to get comfortable with a hard-on and jeans.

“Let’s get fucking out of here,” I grumble, and he gets the door.

Sinclair tucks her face into my chest as we face the bright light of the hallway. I give in to the urge to run my hand over her soft hair as she does, and it helps soothe the grating feel of my unsatisfied rut.

Titus is standing with his arms crossed and the same scowl he had when we went in. He grinds his jaw and adjusts himself in his pants. “That wassevenminutes.”

Ecker barks a laugh then gives him a cocky wink. “Seven minutes in heaven, baby.”

1. “I’m God” by Clams Casino, Imogen Heap

Chapter 6

Riot

Sinclair

Going into this week’s brotherhood night feels different from last time. Not only because I’m sober, but I don’t have the same itching burn for retribution in my veins. Last event, I was so lust-drunk that I could chase nothing but my own desires, consequences be damned.

And one of those desires was making Titus Ceruleanhurt.

Now, as I sit on Bishop’s lap, secure and protected, I can’t help but feel a little . . . I don’t know. It’s not exactly that I feel sorry for Titus, but I feelsomethingother than raging hatred.

He rebuffed my thanks after the Vigilance Trial, but it felt forced. Like the hostility was no longer there, like he wasflippant because that’s how he thinks he needs to be. Then yesterday,hewas the one that offered to guard the closet when I was reeling from the meeting.

A lewd but thoughtful gesture.

It’s weird. I don’t get it. How can I feel anything even remotely close to forgiveness, let alone gratitude, after everything he’s done?

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