Page 24 of The Omega Trials: Part Two

Ecker releases one hand to slap her tit, hard. She yelps, as much in shock as in pain, I’m sure. Red instantly spreads on her pale skin. “That wasn’t very nice, Omega,” he chastises. “It doesn’t make us want to be very nice either.”

I can tell his condescending tone rankles, her glare sharpening. That will only make what I’m about to do even more maddening.

And she’s going to love it.

Without warning, I pinch her nostrils shut. Her eyes widen as I cut off her only air supply with her mouth stubbornly closed.

Ecker crouches down behind her to whisper tauntingly in her ear, “You know what he’ll do the moment you open your mouth to breathe, don’t you?” Defiantly, she shakes her head.

“Or continue to be a brat and I won’t have a problem letting you pass out then waking you up with my cock down your throat,” I add.

God, her hand gliding up and down my shaft under my tight grip feels too fucking good, stoking my encroaching rut and crumbling my restraint.

I grind my jaw tight as I try to wait her out, but the sight of her on her knees in front of me with my brother’s hands controllingly in her hair and water sluicing down every perfect slope of her body makes it nearly impossible.

I’m about to give in and just pry her lips apart when she breaks and opens her mouth on a desperate gasp for air.

Ecker’s right there, shoving her head my way at the same time I thrust my hips forward. I let go of her nose and hand and stuff my cock into her mouth. A garbled cry of protest reverberates around my length.

Her hands fly to my thighs as I’m just as brutal as I promised. Even with the water from the shower, I can still tell when her eyes water with tears as I hit the back of her throat.

“Take it. Fucking take it,” I growl coarsely, already fighting off my orgasm.

Keeping one hand tightly fisting her ponytail, Ecker moves to her side and pushes his hand between her thighs. He groans, pleased. “Fighting really does get you wet.”

She moans as he drags his fingers over her pussy.

“So fucking soaked . . . just begging to be used,” he drawls tauntingly, plunging his hand deeper, her knees spreading for him.

Her hips buck as he sinks two fingers inside her, and the desperate keen she makes around my cock has me fully slipping into rut. I growl, my senses flaring to life, my skin electrifying, every sensation bigger, stronger. The sounds of her gagging grow louder as I pound harder, deeper.

Ecker keeps fucking her with his fingers while he pushes her head up and down my cock, pleasuring both of us.

Sinclair’s hands ball into fists on my thighs as a muffled whine comes from deep in her throat. “That’s it, come on my fingers,” Ecker encourages, his voice growing deeper with rut.

Her legs squeeze around his wrist, and I pull my cock out of her mouth just in time to hear her shatter with a cry. “Oh, f-f-fuck!”

Unhurried, Ecker gently withdraws his fingers and rises to his feet to stand next to me. She looks up at us with swollen, parted lips, heavy breaths, and glowing eyes.

She’s so fucking beautiful.

“You did good, but you have two mates to please,” I say, reaching for Ecker’s hard cock. My fingers wrap around his length, and he lets me guide it toward Sinclair.

Worn down to only her omega nature and submissive desires, she opens her mouth wide and sticks out her tongue. Ecker groans as I tease both of them, slowly dragging the head of his cock back and forth on her outstretched tongue.

Her eyes flick down to the movement, and she lets out a small whimper, her eyebrows knitting as if the sound surprised her. I feel her heat spike through the bond.

“Do you like the way my hand looks wrapped around his big cock?”

She bobs her head in a nod, and I slip the tip of his dick into her mouth. She closes around him with a satisfied hum. She doesn’t take all of him, so there’s room for my hand to make small, short strokes.

I’ve never touched any of my brothers like this, but I’m surprised by how natural it feels. It could be the rut, but I feel shockingly clearheaded. Her pleasure is my top priority, and I can smell her getting wetter and hotter the more I touch him.

Ecker doesn’t seem to mind either, rocking his hips to glide his cock through my fist to her mouth. “Fuuck.” He releases a throaty groan and rolls his head back. “That’s so good.”

I take in the lean lines of his body, his neck tilted back and abs flexed. He looks like a spoiled prince as he stretches his arms and folds them behind his head, unabashedly reveling in both of our touches.

Sinclair rubs her thighs together and blinks away the water streaming down her face. I feel her urgency for more through the bond, like getting only a taste of Ecker is driving her crazy.

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