Page 43 of The Omega Trials: Part Two

I watch a bead of sweat drip down her spine and the slope of her back with the fiercest urge to lick it up.

“Oh, god, oh, god . . .” She gasps. “Oh, fuck, fuck . . .fuck—” she cries and trembles. Her thighs shake as she comes and bears down on his foot.

The sound and scent of her orgasm must have been too much for even Ecker’s superior control. He rips her to her feet before throwing her on the bed and growls, “Mine.”

His eyes meet mine. They’re burning gold.

1. “Why Don’t You” by Thorgan

Chapter 15

To Be Yours

Titus

Ecker rips his boots off and steps out of his jeans, peeling his shirt off.1 He’s fully undressed in a matter of seconds, and he climbs onto the bed, sitting on the edge. Sinclair’s still in the process of sitting up when he grabs her around the waist and flings her onto his lap, facing out—facingme.

“I need to be buried in this needy cunt right fucking now. This pussy is mine.” He growls like an animal, unleashed by the rut.

She’s out of breath and disoriented from being thrown around, but still manages to wrap her arm around his neck and guide his cock, hard and solid again, to her entrance.

“Put me inside you,” he snarls and nips her neck.

I squirm in my chair. Before, I was the audience, now I feel like part of the show. Ripples of desire course down my back, and my cock aches in the confines of my pants.

Sinclair’s blazing, metallic eyes meet mine as she sinks down on Ecker. I swallow thickly and tug on the neck of my shirt.

I can’t look away from the captivating hold she has on me. I can tell how deep he is by the way her lips part on a silent gasp and her brows pinch together. My breath saws in and out. I don’t even know how I’m still breathing.

“Can he stroke himself?” Sinclair pants in a deliciously needy tone as she rides up and down Ecker’s length. It’s only her question that makes me realize I’ve been palming my crotch like a desperate, fucking sap. “Look how badly he wants to be you.” Her words float out to me and land softly.

There’s something in the way she speaks that tells me this is different from when she video called me at Opulence. I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s no malice. It’s like she wants me to be a part of this.

My jaw pulses, and my hand tightens around my painful bulge.

“Look how he’s rubbing his cock. I bet he’s imagining it buried deep inside me like yours.” Her head rolls to the side to look earnestly at Ecker and she asks again, “Can he stroke himself, Alpha?”

Ecker’s heavy-lidded gaze flicks to mine. “Do it.” His voice is hoarse and gravelly, deep in rut.

I free my cock and fist the throbbing length, an equally coarse sound reverberating from deep in my chest. “Fuck. . .”

My heated flesh skitters with pleasure, and I grind my teeth as I slip into a subdued rut. I try to push the violent thirst that usually dominates my ruts aside and focus on the gratifying feeling of being . . .wanted. . . ?

Is that what I am?

Sinclair’s lusty gaze drops to my hand sliding up and down my cock. I can’t help but slow down, watching the way she wets her lip and swallows hungrily. I swirl my thumb over my tip beaded with pre-cum, and her breath hitches.

Fuck,I think “wanted” is right.

Ecker bounces her in his lap, and my eyes catch on his fingertips digging into her hips. A wave of jealousy hits me as I imagine the bruises he’ll leave, the evidence of his claim. An envious growl escapes me without my consent, making him smirk.

“You hear that, baby girl? He wishes it were his hands marking you.” One of said hands slides up her stomach and over her breasts to unhook the belt around her neck. “You don’t need this when you have me.” He pulls it away then collars her throat with his fingers. She pushes into his palm with a begging whimper.

He gives me an understanding look, which takes the sting out of his next words. “He wishes he were me, so he could have what’smine.”

She squeaks a gasp as he tugs her back by the throat roughly and moves his other hand to play with her clit. “God, brother, you should feel how much her pussy loves when she’s choked. Greedy little thing.” He chuckles darkly and rubs her clit harder. “It turns her into such a fucking slut, like she’s trying to milk all my cum from me so I’ll breed her like a whore.”

The alpha inside me roars at the thought of claiming her so permanently like that—fucking my baby into her and leaving her dripping with my cum. I stroke my cock more furiously.

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