Page 5 of The Omega Trials: Part Two

There’s a solemn sacredness in his words. His approval and trust.

“I will.” I nod earnestly.

He seems reluctant, but Titus pats him on the shoulder. “Come on, man, let’s go.”

Their footsteps fade as I focus all my senses on Sinclair, now a hundred yards away. This distance excites the animalistic part of me, as it knows it will only make me savor the hunt and my prize all the more.

My mouth waters as I take off, a foreign aching sensation pricking at my gums. My body is preparing to claim her. My muscles light up, surging with strength as I quickly close the distance to less than ten feet.

I can smell her fear on the wind. But now, unlike earlier, it’s sweet. And fucking addicting.

As she feels me closing in, she tries to speed up. Her arms pump harder, and I hear her heart beat faster.

Finally, I reach out and grab her. My hand wraps around her wrist, and I swing her around and into my chest. I clamp myarms around her, and she pushes against my chest with both hands, twisting and yelling.

“Haven’t you learned the more you fight, the harder I get?” I chuckle darkly, and she huffs in aggravation.

I force us back until her shoulders hit a trunk and I pin both wrists above her head. She’s fuming, breathing heavily, and a harsh scowl knits her brows. I lean forward and her breath stutters when I almost graze her cheek with the tip of my nose. I pull back and she looks temporarily stunned.

Clasping both of her wrists in one hand, I trail my thumb up her jaw and down her throat. My gaze narrows on the jump of her pulse, and I tongue my canines. She juts her chin defiantly.

“Don’t you fucking dare bite me.” Even as she snarls, the scent of her arousal fills my lungs. My dirty little omega can’t help herself.

“Oh, you’ll change your tune soon enough, baby girl,” I taunt. “Just wait until I’m stretching your tight pussy—oof!” She knees me in the crotch. Instinctively, I release her as I double over.

She shoves me and breaks away at a run. I smile despite the pain when I swear I hear her fuckinglaugh. I suck down a gulp of air before returning to the chase and hollering, “Trust me, I’ll be putting my mark on you sooner or later.”

It’s as much a promise as it is a threat.

Now that I’m done with these cat and mouse games, it takes me a matter of seconds to catch her and pin her back to the ground.

I inhale her scent hungrily, like it will somehow sate this burning need. But I know there’s only one thing that truly will.

“Do you have any idea how useless I felt? I lost your scent, then you were justgone. If it wasn’t for Bishop, we wouldn’t have found you in time.” It hurts to admit. “I would have givenanythingto be able to feel you through the bond.”

Her glare softens at the anguish behind my growl, and I cup her face between my palms. My heart skips a beat as I close my eyes and lower my mouth. My lips brush against hers and a sweet and soft feeling washes over me.

This.Thisis what I need.

“Ow!” I rear back when she bites me. “Jesus fuck,” I hiss, tasting copper.

I wipe blood from my bottom lip with my thumb, and she weasels out from under me.

I huff then vow as she scrambles onto her feet, “Just for that, I’m going to make you beg. For my mark, for my mercy, for every bit of pleasure I’ll wring from your body.”

She takes a few wobbly steps back, panting and eyes wild as I slowly stand. “I was going to make it sweet for you, butnowI’m going to make it hurt.”

She narrows her eyes in challenge but still doesn’t turn around to run. She’s finally realized there’s nowhere for her to go. Because I’ll catch her, now or later doesn’t matter.

I won’t stop until she’s mine.

I stalk closer. “Iwillbite you and once I do, you’ll take my knot. I don’t care if it rips you in two.” Her lips part on a lusty, sharp inhale. I try not to smirk as I continue. She so clearly loves the hunt as much as I do. “You can fight me the entire time if you want. It won’t change a damn thing.”

She stops moving backward when I get within arm’s reach of her. Her knees and palms are now dirty from crawling on the ground. She looks beautifully feral, untamed.

“So why don’t you make it easy for yourself and present,” I say with a mocking drawl.

She clenches her jaw and scrutinizes me as if trying to determine whether I’m bluffing. I help her out. “I’m deathly serious, Sinclair.”

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