Page 44 of The Omega Trials: Part Two

“Isn’t that right?” he taunts into her ear. “You’re nothing but a desperate cum slut.”

“Yes, sir.” She moans through a constricted throat.

“Such a greedy little whore.” He pants gruffly.

“Yes, sir.”

“Only good for carrying our babies.”

She mewls higher.“Yes,sir.”

The desperation in her voice is like an electric current over my skin, as if I can feel her moans like finger strokes, making goose bumps rise on my arms.

I make the mistake of looking down where his cock thrusts in and out of her. The sight of his veiny shaft absolutely soaked with her lust sets me on fucking fire.

I look up and make eye contact with her, sending me over the edge. My abs and thighs tense as my orgasm hits me like a truck.

“Jesus—fuck—fuck.” I bite out a gritted curse as every ounce of pleasure in my body concentrates in my balls. Hot cum shoots all over my hand and shirt, our locked gazes never breaking. I melt into the chair, completely exhausted and sated, as waves of sensation roll through me.

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Titus’s guttural roar as he comes makes Sinclair shudder and her cunt quivers around me.2 I feel her pulse hammer under my palm, her throat and chest flushed and hot to the touch.

“You like watching him come undone? You enjoy seeing what you do to all of us?” I whisper roughly in her ear then suck on the lobe. She gives me short, sharp nods with a whimpering moan. I feel the dynamic shift between her and Titus, and I’m so fucking glad he was here for this.

She has this hold, this power over us that strips us down to our basest forms. Saying it’s because she’s mine feels incomplete, insufficient.

“That’s because we’re yours,” I say, almost pained, so filled with emotion it hurts, pushing at the confines of my body.

I grab her by the hips and toss her onto the mattress behind me. She falls back on the pillows, and I crawl over her. “I wholly belong to you, Sinclair. You own every piece of me, every part of my soul. It’s all yours.”

I feel so overwhelmed with the truth of my declaration that hot tears burn my eyes. I can’t breathe until my lips are on hers. I draw myself to her, melting into our kiss while she reaches between us to guide my cock to her pussy.

“I know, I know,” she breathes out, choked up, scooching lower to tilt her hips up and wrap her legs around my waist, giving me perfect access. “You’re mine—” She gasps as I punch my hips and thrust inside her.

Her hands thread into the back of my hair, and she clutches me tight as I pound into her, giving myself over to her more and more with every snap of my hips.

Words are swallowed up by emotion as we communicate with only our bodies.

I fuck her like the gift she is, slow but hard, appreciating every inch, every second.

It’s in this moment that I realize how hopelessly I need her. Why this reassurance means so much after thinking I’d lost her again.

It’s not just clarity she’s giving me, but devotion, commitment. I know now that we are so deeply ingrained in each other, we could never separate without carving ourselves apart.

Whether she’s physically with me or not, she will always bewith me.

Because she’s mine and I’mall.Fucking.Hers.

“I think I love you,” she whispers so quietly I almost miss it. But I don’t.

“IknowI love you, so come with me, baby girl. Please,please, make me whole,” I plead as I’m on the verge of being consumed by rapture.

“Yes, yes.” She arches into me, and I bury myself deeper. “I want to feel your cum inside me. It belongs with me, to me, every part of you.”

Her body tightens around me, and a desperate keen spills from her lips. My own release crashes into me.

“I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours,” I chant as I bury my face into her neck and come hard inside of her.

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