Page 16 of The Omega Trials: Part Two

I take in his profile as he scrutinizes something across the room. His forehead is fretted in focus and the muscle at the back of his jaw is tight and strong. His body’s ever-present tension is still visible under his nice suit, though at first glance, he might seem at ease.

In one smooth, confident move, he flicks the button on his suit jacket open and rocks forward to rest his elbows on his knees. My stomach flips as I imagine all that heated focus onme.

As if sensing my inner squirming, his eyes slice suddenly to mine. I freeze, unable to tear my gaze away or even to pretend I haven’t been staring at him. My throat swallows a dry knot as he sits back and sharpens his glare.

“What?” he demands suspiciously. Bishop’s hand on my thigh tightens protectively.

“You look good tonight, Titty.” I can’t help but say it with a teasing tone, though I mean it genuinely. He looks unjustly good in a suit. Handsome, but still intimidating and fierce. Nothing can completely hide the dangerous predator he is.

For a second, the tension in his face drops and he looks almost sweet. The same way I’d imagine a tiger right before it bites your head off.

It doesn’t last long, as if he were simply caught off guard by my compliment. His untrusting scowl quickly returns.

“Dude, you need to learn to chill out—you’re gonna give yourself an aneurysm,” Ecker says, returning from getting drinks, pushing one into Titus’s hand.

He holds up the glass tumbler of amber liquid. “I asked for beer.”

“They weren’t serving any,” Ecker replies, making Titus groan. “Think of it as concentrated beer,” he adds with a side smile before setting his drink down and turning toward me.

Hunger darkens his features. He roughly clasps my chin and tilts my face up to land a searing kiss on my lips.

There’s nothing timid about it. He kisses me like he has everything and nothing to prove.

I belong to him and he belongs to me. Yet, the reckless abandon with which he kisses makes everyone in the room disappear, and I know this moment is for no one else but us.

He pulls away with a smirk, and I rock back into Bishop, breathless. He drags his hand away, until a single finger tilts my chin up.

He makes a small, satisfied sound and murmurs, “My girl.”

“Jesus Christ, can we get throughoneevent without any fucking.” Titus scoffs and takes a heavy sip, slumping down in his chair.

My cheeks heat. “It was just a kiss.”

He side-eyes me, unconvinced and unamused. “Yeah, and yesterday wasjusta meeting.”

Bishop sits up straighter, jostling me in his lap. “I hear you. It won’t happen, promise,” he says, all while I feel him growing harder.

“Speak for yourself—” Ecker begins but quickly stops and holds his hands up in surrender when Bishop and Titus shoot him warning glares. “Fine.Does this extend to cock-warming too or . . .”

“Yes!”Bishop, Titus, and I yell at the same time.

He looks at me with mock offense. “Not you too?”

“It’s a miracle we didn’t get caught yesterday. Let’s not push our luck.” I laugh as he flops down into the third seat in the trio of armchairs, defeated.

Then, a small smirk tugs on his lips, and I’m already rolling my eyes when he says, “But maybe there’s another closet nearby.”

He still has the split lip from the night he chased me and I bit him. He flicks his gaze to Bishop’s hand resting on my bare thigh and lazily runs his tongue over the cut as if he’s hoping to find a taste of me left. The idea that he might has my pussy slickening and my arousal perfuming the air.

“Omega . . . ,” Titus growls under his breath, and I squeeze my thighs together.

“I can’t help it,” I hiss back.

“I, for one, love the way you smell,” Bishop whispers.

His hand moves the most minuscule amount up the slit in my dress and his lips dust the shell of my ear as he speaks. “Love the way your pussy is always so wet and needy.” I shiver. He continues, “Love that you’re always ready and eager for your alphas’ cocks, no matter where we are or who we’re around. Your body is always begging for us.”

“Bish,”I whine quietly, pleading with him to stop torturing me. Yet, I can’t help but squirm in his lap, aching to feel his hard cock against me. A rough, throaty sound escapes him, and I feel a zing of electricity through our bond. Desire, lust,wanting.

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