Page 23 of The Omega Trials: Part Two

“You might be the horniest of us all,” Ecker turns his head to the side to say to Sinclair with a laugh.

My mate's admiration makes the alpha in me glow with pride and desire to show off. I take advantage of the moment. While he’s looking away, unexpecting, I throw an elbow at Ecker’s head, knocking him off balance.

We continue to grapple, each landing a few blows and fighting our way out of the other’s submission holds. If Sinclair weren’t here, sparring with each other probably wouldn’t trigger an aggression rut, but with her sweet scent in the air and desire pulsing through the bond, it has us both gnashing our teeth and fighting for dominance.

Finally, I get him into a chokehold he can’t break that has him tapping out. I stand up and offer my hand to pull him to his feet as well.

“That was good, bro.” Ecker pulls me in for a hug and clap on the back. Our sweating, shirtless torsos glide against each other, and I feel Sinclair’s heady gaze on us.

When we pull apart, I’m not surprised to see her eyes dancing with gold. I chuckle. “You really are insatiable, Omega.”

She cocks her head with a smirk. “Are you complaining?”

“Certainly not,” I say.

“Let’s go shower,” Ecker adds, throwing his arm over her shoulders and tugging her close.

The changing rooms are nothing special, probably not having been updated since they were first built to accompany the now-filled indoor pool. There are long benches down a few aisles of lockers and a wall of showers at the end.

Sinclair is still buzzing as I turn on the water and Ecker peels off her shirt teasingly slowly. With the energy I can feel coursing through the bond, I wouldn’t be surprised if she started bouncing up and down, as if she were hopped up on caffeine and cocaine.

My alpha instincts are to soothe, to protect her from whatever this new feeling is, but I remind myself that she’s safe, that nothing’s wrong. I want to let her explore every part of being ours. Even if it’s unfamiliar, it’s what makes us, us.

Ecker must be picking up on it too because, while sliding her leggings off, he asks her, “What do you need, baby girl?”1

Her fingers tremble as she reaches for his waistband. “I-I don’t know . . . but I know I want you.” She meaningfully looks between Ecker and me, so we know “you” means both of us.

“I’m still getting used to feeling your aggression ruts through the bond. It triggers my heat, of course, but I still get these hintsor flashes of your alpha natures. It’s like . . .” Her brows pinch as she looks for the word. “It’s like I want to tear something apart, but also want to be torn apart.”

I realize she’s trying to describe the contrasting omega and alpha urges she can now feel through our bonds. Somehow, I intuitively know what she needs to soothe the war inside her.

That’s what being a good alpha is after all, predicting my omega’s needs and then going above and beyond to meet them.

I step out of my shorts and approach her with my cock heavy between my legs. “I’m going to force your submission, Sinclair.”

I wrap my hand around the nape of her neck and pull us into the stream of hot water. She gasps when I tug her head back to look up at me.

“You can fight me. Let all that anger and energy out. But you will submit for me. I’ll be as brutal as you need. I’ll fuck you hard and mercilessly and remind you of an omega’s place.”

Her face hardens with a scowl, but the idea of being forced to submit makes her arousal perfume the steam. When I see the fight amid the gold in her eyes, I know I was right.

I want to always be able to give her what she needs, even when—especially when—she doesn’t have the words to ask herself.

Ecker steps naked into the shower and gives her ponytail a harsh yank. He’s so rough, her back bows and her knees buckle. Both his hands spread wide on the back of her head, and she struggles uselessly against his attempts to push her to the shower tiles.

As her knees hit the floor, she huffs and glares up at me. I watch water drops gather on her eyelashes and slide down her breasts. Ecker keeps his grip on her head. I stroke her cheek, my fingers caressing her jaw and my thumb tugging her bottom lip down as I go.

“You can give me your mouth or I can take it. Either way, I’m gonna pound your tight, little throat until I’m feeding you my cum.”

She clamps her lips tighter together and tries to shake off my touch. When Ecker’s hold keeps that from happening, she attempts to push my hand away.

Instead, I catch her wrist. “That was a mistake, little mate.”

She tries to pry my grip off with her other hand, and though I could overpower her with little effort, I don’t do it right away. She fights to pull her hand back as I bring it closer and closer to my throbbing cock.

As soon as her palm grazes my skin, her fight wanes and her eyelids flutter, heavy with lust. I trap her hand around my cock and force her to stroke me up and down. “Good girl, now just open those pretty lips for me.”

That reignites her indignation, and she spits at me, hitting my lower abs. It quickly washes off, and although her message was clear, she emphasizes it by growling, “No.”

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